#sngriyah

    ❝ Huh– hey!! ❞His attention was only drawn when there was a hint of smell from the permanent marker, his elbows lifting from where he had been resting them. Seungri wasn’t very observant, but the days grew longer as there was more to prepare for upcoming schedules. He looked down at his forearm, filled with little doodles the younger had drawn and while he was perplexed, his laughter came out in small breaths.  ❝ What is this supposed to be? Your dog? ❞ He raised his brows, fingers skimming over the markings that weren’t as permanent as tattoos, but enough that a few rubs wouldn’t take them away. ❝ How did you sneak in here, or do they let famous SHINee members just come in to mess with me? Tsk! ❞

`ㅂ´ ┊ “You say that as if there’s a member of SHINee that isn’t famous~” Oh and that work of art plaguing the elder’s arms? Well, it’s an unnamed piece  by The Great Kim Kibum of course.

❝ ONE! ❞ Seungri’s voice was too loud and almost sounded like a shout, but he needed the attention– or really, he just wanted to scare her,  ❝ You didn’t say you were coming to korea. TWO! I thought that album was just a lie. What is this? ❞ He let the smile he was holding in bounce free, finally, greeting her with it. He stepped forward just to flick her forehead in the only endearing way he knew how to. Part of him found it incredible he was even standing in front of her at the same time; schedules finally finding their ways to cross paths. He checked the watch on his wrist before looking up again, back against the wall,  ❝So, LA, what are you doing ‘round these parts. Thought you were too good for us little people now. ❞ 

please take note… lee chaerin… either horrible at counting… or likes our faces too much.

there were only a certain amount of people that knew his story, that knew the real him. to many, he could easily hide away his real feelings. he knew that not everyone could really understand what he was going through, what he felt or what went on through his mind. to everyone else, he seemed like the joyful jang dongwoo. an angel. if only they really knew, no - they would never know and the people that did, he wondered how they could so easily put up with him.

even more so, in this situation - he wondered how lee seungri, could put up with him. especially when he happened to be drunk. when he really shouldn’t of had been. it looked bad, his conscious  knew it, and no - dongwoo was not always like this. this .. just happened to be the only way he could relieve himself at this moment.  “so what?” he responded back to the man in a slurred voice, scoffing and arms pressing themselves over his shoulder. “stop caring, it’s just a fucking drink. i’m not going to die or anything.” could he even understand him? hands dropped back to his sides, both extended over for both the glass and bottle that had been previously put back, a way of keeping dongwoo away from the drinks.

“let me have this ... just this. “ 

who: @sngriyah why: KRENT WELCOMES

Yugyeom looked up from the screen of his phone, one that so happened to be looking up how long it took for a dye to wash away from someone’s hair. Despite being an idol, and having his hair dyed about a million times before, he never paid attention to that sort of thing and just let his stylists deal with the details. “He’ll probably end up looking better than he does now.” Yugyeom snickered, setting the phone on the couch so he could stand up and walk towards his senior. 

With the other members having schedules, he was often alone in the house with Mark, and the quietness of the latter had caused him to grow bored every now and again. To prevent this, he invited people over, and who was more entertaining than Seungri? In fact, Yugyeom wanted to be as fun and entertaining as he was when he got older, and letting him do as he pleased to his member was just another step towards reaching his goal. 

                    「 welcome 」: from @sngriyah

» from: @sngriyah» note: don’t worry! welcomes are never too late. thank you~

She’s never actually spoken to the particular senior before, nor did she ever expect to be speaking to him anytime soon. But, here he was in the flesh, speaking to her such oddities that she couldn’t quite comprehend at first. It wasn’t exactly repulsion to men, but there were things a lot of men did that confused her all the time, earning them that stinky eye she would normally give off unconsciously. Maybe it wasn’t directed at him exactly, but she was trying to comprehend his question inside her head, having an internal conversation. “Are you...talking about water coloring, sunbaenim?” Now, her earlier expression dissipates, morphing into a much innocent one with wide eyes blinking slowly with inquiry. She also quickly realizes that...maybe water coloring was a messy task, too. She was no art expert no matter how many times she thinks herself as one.