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the bass thumped away as the latest random rhythmic pop song mixed in with the chatting from the party-goers. they were about 20 in the large rooftop apartment over looking the han river. an eclectic mix of people, but all brought close and united by the same passion, same struggles.

the life of an athlete was never easy, but they certainly knew how to throw one hell of a bash to make up for it.

she smiled at a soccer team member as she walked past the living room and into the large kitchen. she couldn’t get the grin off her face. it was always like that when they were all together. a noisy group, she had to admit, but the cohesion was instantaneous and while they rarely managed to get all together due to worldwide competitions, the few moments where they could, she cherished immensely

(little did she know these moments would seem gone and forgotten so soon)

she opened the fridge, grabbing herself a bottle of beer; smiling even wider when she saw the familiar face of her friend behind the door when she pushed it back in place.

“i’d congratulate you on the medal do hyun-ah” she began, moving to push herself up and sit on the counter, legs swinging in rhythm. “but that’s the excuse we chose for this particular party, and I’d hate to be repetitive” she teased with a smirk, grabbing a random lighter off the counter and popping her beer open.

“You’re just jealous I have something you don’t, aren’t ya?” He joked although he was well-aware body image could be quite an insecure topic for some. Regardless of that, if she couldn’t take a lighthearted jab in return, what kind of YG trainee would she be, he thought. In fact, he was rather proud of his retort and it showed in the way his grin beamed and the way his brows jiggled on his forehead.

Pushing his shoulders back, he tensed once more with his eyes lowered to his own bare chest as the two muscles danced alternatively. He didn’t even have to glance up to know the look she was giving him. A snickered pushed pass his lips when he quite certainly heard a sound of disgust from her and eventually, he stopped, locking his gaze onto hers with a radiant smile. “I can always teach you how to do this party trick if you want.”

For a guy to say such a thing to a girl would have been a stretch, but (un)surprisingly not for Jennie. She had a little some there, but she believed it wasn’t much since she’d been called, many times, a lolicon or something alike that connotes she had a flat chest. Eyes broaden out regardless. Just his random tomfoolery was eccentric enough to surprise her and that had to be piqued by the following statement. Hands find its way pressing against her chest, tailed by her gaze touring off down. 

“Who knew a Buzzfeed writer could be so poetic.” A jokingly mocking laugh bubbled up his throat as he flopped down onto the couch with a loud crack and short burst of hiss from the can opening in his hands. “And before you say anything, I’m allowed a cheat day once in a while, alright?” He attempted to silence her with a look from the corner of his eyes as he took a long and relaxing sip of Sprite.

It had been a while since they last met up, with Nora busy writing her psychology paper and Dohyun somehow juggling recovery and training, but, as his back sunk into the cushion, he was glad they finally did. Rarely did he find someone whom he could simply sit with and watch television in comfortable silence, with no pressure to go out or do something “cool”. It felt normal, and he liked normal. Normal unlike half his friends who would shoot him a wary look when they did anything mildly illegal, normal unlike the other half who would constantly asked to instagram their photos and relished in the public attention they’d receive. He was a kid - maybe not so much at body, but definitely at heart - and he appreciated the freedom he had around her especially with the absence of possibility of romantic or sexual attraction.

“Besides, who said you’re not a dog?”

“Contrary to popular belief, it takes a lot of poetic skill to come up with those quizzes. I’d like to say my co-workers and I are the epitome of eloquence.” Nora laughed along with Dohyun as she dramatically flipped some of her long, wavy tresses over her shoulder. As soon as she witnessed the Athlete open the can of soda, one of her eyebrows quirked up and she pointed her index finger in his direction in a motherly fashion. "Hey, you--" Before she could finish her statement, the other had already successfully shut her up with his own words, causing her to lower her finger and relax her facial expression. Her digits occupied themselves by playing with the loose denim strands of her distressed jeans as she spoke."I'll let it slide this time. I might snatch it out of your hand next time, though. You better watch your ass, Kim Dohyun."

Any time someone asked Nora what her favorite thing to do is, she would immediately answer with "chill"-- and that's why she enjoys spending time with Dohyun; they did just that. Being a university student and a writer really takes a toll on Nora sometimes, and she's been overwhelmed with stress these days. That's why it's so important to her to keep friends such as Dohyun close-- they keep her mind clear and her feet grounded. Whenever she's going through stressful times such as now, She knows she can count on her comrades to keep her in a relatively good mood.

A Series of Unfortunate Events (1-6) Starter Sentences.

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“ it’s okay, it happens to the best of us. “ sera sympathizes and she can relate to how he must be feeling. whether it’s something serious or not, it’s never a good feeling to be tricked by someone. and he’s known as ‘the nation’s loverboy’, so his ego must be hurt by all of this.

he doesn’t go into a whole lot of detail but, it seems like whatever it is has dragged him down into the dumps. and she can’t do much to help him, she’s not really good at consoling people especially if she doesn’t have all the details. so she does all she can do, and fills his glass another time.

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It was raining yet again, and of course the young woman forgot her umbrella causing her hair to get soaked. Her body shook slightly from the cold that greeted her due to the wetness that seeped through her clothing. There was no way the female would talk all the way across town in this type of weather. Shaking her head the girl hailed for a taxi, a smile appearing on her face once one decided to appear in front of her. Pushing against the wind she hopped into the back only to be greeted by a male. Oh, was this his taxi ? Surely it was hers after all she just called for it. Her face froze as she didn’t want to get out into the cold. It didn’t look like he wanted to either as he was soaked as well.

“Sorry, is this yours ?” She mumbled softly as a soft blush covered her cheeks. She was embarrassed, and incredibly cold she could not stand it. The driver looked back at them, probably wondering where they would be going. Or if they were even going to the same place. Juliette cared not if she shared the cab, however she’d have to make sure this stranger wouldn’t mind.

“Just so you know,” he began with a ironically serious tone as he glanced back over his bare shoulder, “no, I didn’t have butt sex.”

It was a joke he could not resist - resist telling, and resist laughing at. Merely a second later, his deadpan cracked into a short lived burst of laughter before he winced and dropped his face into the cushion that was crushed under his weight. “Basically,” he then carefully rolled over from his stomach to lie on one side of his shirtless figure as he stretched across the couch, “my butt is cramping. Can you grab me a pillow?”