#yoobn

     “ AH----ahhhhh,, hey now-- ‘’ his face spread out into the biggest grin possible , as he darted around the frame of the dark haired girl beside him. reaching with hand he gently wrapped his fingers over her slender wrist, and tugged her closer. not losing his grin he produced the small marker and pulled her arm out of her sleeve.    “ just to make sure you keep your promise to vote for me. “Carefully he wrote out the characters for : “ I, Bae Yoobin, will vote onibugi sunbae the most of anyone “ for good measure drawing a crude wartortle image beside it. Once he was finished he let her go and stepped back-- just clearly proud of his little drawing sign.        “ So , how about it? You’ll make sure to support me , right?” Tapping his chin he looked down at her a bit longer before tilting his head. “ You have too. I really need it, since Yooa is of course going to ignore my entire existence. Sucks for her since now she has to catch up on One Piece alone. Hey, do you like One Piece at all? I should watch with you instead--~?”

     “My dream life looks similar to the one I have now, though it has a few additions. In the future, I think I’ll have achieved my dream life. I want to have a nice house, a family to call my own, and a good job with a sustainable income. I want to be able to work with my husband to provide for the entire family, and I want to raise my children with the optimism-- and realism-- that they need to succeed in what they want to do with their life. I want to be able to help support everyone.” 

"Ah you're right!" Chanmi admits with a smile, it was true netizens were the type to brand people bullies and mean people just for not being social or not talking to someone; heaven forbid someone have a straight face when talking to someone. Chanmi knew all too well the cruelty that netizens could give to an idol for looking like a bully, as Chanmi herself, had been accused of bullying her members in the past. “Maybe we could play a game, like tic tac toe or something which wouldn’t require a lot of talking? I’m kind of worn out, but maybe a small game would be fun for both of us?” She suggest, as a way of compromise.

— (#나너좋아해) —   "We can do it!", Euijin yelled from the seat behind Yoobin, "Keep pedalling, Binnie!" All she really did was hype the younger girl up with some words of encouragement coupled with a few hoots here and there. The two-seater bike they were riding was currently making its way up a hill pretty slowly. The sluggish pace was thanks to Euijin not really making an effort of helping her friend. Ten minutes into biking and she was already pretty tired which was surprising even for her since she was one of the atheltic and strong members of her group. "I'm here for you! We're almost there!"

“What are you? A cake expert now?” Not that he’d be complaining. After all, that may or may have not meant that he’d be doing less of the work between the two, and he was all about a five-star outcome with Grade F effort. For him, cake was cake, and it was all going to the same place anyway, so it’s not like he was going to be tedious over the flavor. Eyeing the display of instructions from where he stood, he occasionally glanced over at her, as if he were waiting for her to guide them through it first. “Yellow was the cheapest. And besides, since I’m here, I’m sure it’ll taste even better than normal yellow cake!”

( SMS ) We can do a pretend first-meeting and I’ll do my best to recreate a more accurate first impression of you. ㅋ ㅋ