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The party had been… fun...for the most part at least. Having been something of an avid drinker and party-goer back home, Yegui had a calm buzz and nothing more by the end of the night. This calm was very suddenly and easily disrupted, however, when he saw his roommate like that, for all the shitty comments and… well..everything, he couldn’t leave the younger in an unsafe situation. He wouldn’t. But he was also just barely buzzed enough for his eyes to flutter closed for a split second at the drunken kiss, and god it took everything he had to keep in the urge to groan before pushing Ming away, only to hold him close when the younger collapsed. “...Idiot.. Lets get you home..” He sighed to himself, picking the other up and holding him close the whole way home.

--- his shop was small but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t much to be done, ever since he started a partnership with yejun’s family business, there had been an influx of customers seeking out his soap and candle carvings...that lead to more need for more staff to assist in the shop’s management. gyeongsu wasn’t weak per say but he was always needed at the front of the store to assist the staff on the floor so he needed someone in the back to help him move the new inventory and store them in their spots so he hired a new help to assist...

Yifan raises a brow at the question, looking up from the letters in his hands as he gazes at the other across the room by the doorway. He puts the paper down on the desk top, sighing softly as he straightens up in his leather chair to better focus his attention on the younger male.

“I didn’t necessarily take you off of her hands to use you per se,  I figured you’d probably want a break from all of that sort of stuff, but it seems like you actually want it?” He asks in quiet ridicule before laughing to himself. “Fine. Make it worth my time.”

Kyungsoo mimics the other’s expression as he leans agains the door way. This was the first time that he’s been ‘handed over’ to someone else. It left him uncomfortable, something that she seemed like to make him feel most if not all the time. He’s never met this man before, he tends to stay out of her personal life unless forced into it. 

Gikwang pulls back, breaking the kiss to take in needed air. Panting softly as he looks at his friend and roommate. He was straddling on Mingyu's lap, making out with the said male since it can actually help them to have more energy when they work out. Plus, it will help them practice their lips which is needed to improve their arms and abs. As weird as it may sound, Mingyu took the bait and Gikwang more than happy to 'help' his friend.

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Once again, Chanyeol was forced into a double shift at the hospital, which meant he got to work at 7am and didn’t get out till 7am. At this point he became an insomniac by choice. At least this time though, he was given a day off, he didn’t have to come back to work at 7pm. There was a God after all. Groaning as he finally walked into the apartment at 8am he drops his bag off at the door along with his shoes that were nearly run down to the sole. He needed to invest in better footwear if he was going to spend 24 hours on his feet. 

Pushing his hair back from his forehead he glances around for any signs of life. “Yifan?” He calls out before making his way into the kitchen trying to find something to satisfy his grumbling stomach. Maybe he was still asleep...Well it was no fun being the only one awake. Chanyeol hadn’t hit his breaking point of exhaustion yet, caffeine from the 12+ cups he had during his shift seemed to still be swimming around in his blood stream. 

---  “i'm sorry, no, I'm not sorry,” taewon rapped along, listening to the song echoing off the tiled walls. there was just something different about dancing in the streets ( more like underground in the subway stations ) than dancing in the practice rooms -- the acoustics and feeling is totally different, “I'm just gettin' started And my life's a party.” the dancer continued, pretending to hold a mic in his left hand ( he should really find something that had the same weight as a microphone ). a face mask covering the lower half of his face to ( futilely ) conceal his identity despite how stifling it was, he wanted to dance in the streets but not get discovered....how sad he must give one up to do the other ( dance in the streets but stifle himself or dance in he studio but stifling atmosphere ).

taewon also found that the ceiling could be quite low in certain places so he did like being out in the open where he could openly tumble and flip ( and spin ) without fear of slamming into the mirror or equipment in the practice room.

literally same but all my profiles are too underdevloped so there’s no boinking for anyone c: