21ST CENTURY.

          thick eyebrows raise high on their ridge, the lids beneath them unveiling dark hues riddled with confusion. ( and some amusement, but primarily the former emotion ). a fanged smile is offered, and added to it is the tilt of a head, almost canine-like in nature as surely a dog would cant its cranium in a manner so similar, should it feel a state of perplexity akin to that of seunghyun.           ❛ . . . jacksonah, you worked up so much nerve, only to say that? ah---and i don’t even understand . . . what about shit? what kind of shit are we talking about here---? ❜ and then the realization becomes him, that perhaps the younger had simply forgotten a premeditated statement.           or had he? seunghyun can’t be sure, and as he thinks to visually inspect the younger’s countenance for clues, he’s turned his head away. in . . . embarrassment? usually, the rapper is gifted in deciphering body language, but he is struggling here. immensely.           ❛ ah, wait---------what’s wrong? were you going to say something else? ❜

the younger boy immediately shut his mouth before sliding his own mask up so that it stretched over the bridge of his nose. quietly, he followed the elder male (someone he looked up to next to g-dragon) and nodded, mentally noting down that piece of advice. “uh, hyung,” jungkook asked with a hushed whispers, matching the elder’s long strides with his own. “what are we doing again?” 

          he doesn’t see it as setting a bad example. if anything, his lens shows him a great example being set, a lesson that exemplifies doing whatever it is one wants to do, but responsibly ( and of course, time management, though he’s sure jungkook has developed these skills with his group’s tremendous success in what seems like such a short few years ). surely, dispatch would love to find the two of them together on a lively saturday, summer sticking to the atmosphere in the form of gentle heatwaves, met with the early june breeze---so the elder would have no surprise if fantaken photos arise on the internet, and soon.            right now, however, he is focused on crossing the street without getting smacked by oncoming traffic. that would be a headline.            ❛ have you ever been to hongdae? ❜ asks he, meaning to answer the other’s question with his next intake of breath, ❛ that’s where i wanted to take you, i mean. there are a lot of really fun and creative places to go there, and since we’ve both got the time, i thought it would be better to go with you than to go alone. ❜

❛ What a strange way to twist the reality– ❜ She laughed briefly, hand covering her lips out of politeness as her eyes curved up into crescents. For a man like him she doubted he was used to being yelled at constantly for any kind of little thing. He seemed the type to know how to handle situations better without someone getting the urge to raise their voice.  ❛ I hardly can imagine anyone ‘caring loudly’ at you. Care to elaborate? ❜

          ❛ you might be surprised, hyunassi. ❜ begins he, lips pulled into a half-mischievous, half-embarrassed smile, if such a concoction could ever exist ( unsurprisingly, its debut would be exhibited on the very countenance of choi seunghyun, royalty in the domain of awkwardness ). ❛ not so much nowadays, but when i was younger, someone was almost always shouting at me. i was, ah . . . very playful, sometimes too much so. some people will tell you that i still am, but it’s all in moderation, because i think holding onto some of my childish qualities makes me a little more creative than i’d be, otherwise. either that or . . . really anyone can look mature standing beside seungri. ❜

Seeing the male’s confusion she smiled a little, maybe a little too amused at bewildering him. Biting her lip, she held back a chuckle as she nods her head, “alright oppa, I’ll try not to mess with your head too much… But I mean you’re thirty next year right? Ah that’s a scary thought…” She hums quietly, hoping he didn’t hear the last comment before looking up at him. “Did I really scare you that much?”

           sooyeon found herself understanding his way of thinking, but she still had her own ideals over the matter. for her, fashion was her everything, it was her biggest love and that was how blanc and eclare came about. “i don’t like having a closet that is purely expensive brands. my favorite thing to do is mix and match with expensive and not expensive clothes because i believe that looks more chic. so repeating an item is okay.” 

hey.. hey seunghyun! i know that growth spurts are really impossible for me now but you never know, maybe tomorrow– i’ll suddenly grow overnight and be a few inches taller than i am right now… with no help of heels, of course. -as she utters those words to him in confidence, she knew that situation for absolutely unrealistic and that is why she was only kidding around with her label mate and when he provoked her once more, she gaped her mouth open in slight disbelief before saying- i’m sure i can reach you without standing on something. -standing on the tip of her toes, she stretches her arm out and taps the top of the latter’s head- HAH!

          sure thing, noona. just don’t sign up for any science experiments or anything . . . that’s very dangerous. ( * given the jocose nature her thought-up scenario, he begins to laugh, the sound slightly higher pitched than his signature baritone, the rise in octave owed to nothing but lighthearted amusement. ) however, if and when that happens on its own, i’ll be happy for you. ( * he stands still as she makes her attempt, his demeanor rupturing into low giggles once she literally reaches success. a minute applause is given, though not without another teasing remark breathed past feline-like lips, especially as they remain curved in an amused smile. ) ah, didn’t jack climb the beanstalk in the story? look at you, noona, congratulations. 

So you kill those people you hate- Brutal. [`Obvious shock became evident in the younger’s expression, the commentary his hyung produced was surely unexpected. He wasn’t too wise when it came to others and their humor but from the look on the older’s face, he surmised that they were in fact, joking.] It’s kinda weird seeing you soft out of the blue though but- I’ll take it! [`With the pinch, it prompted for the man’s countenance to corrugate] One knee huh? Why is that?

          i certainly do. i wouldn’t call it brutal------self-efficient is a better word. ( * bright teeth are displayed as his smile grows, the slight unusual sharpness to his canines present as they bare faintly into his lower lip. it is known to most that seunghyun has a tendency to exaggerate, but do so with a relatively straight face . . . a quirk that has gotten him into trouble on more occasions than he’d like. but with those to which he is close, it is hard to maintain an unsmiling visage, the most humourous aspect of all that he doesn’t try to do either. ) because i’ll only accept a marriage proposal. of course i’ll turn you down but i want you to propose anyway, i want to feel important.

* THREE WORD  STARTERS.STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.

          curious oculi widen in response to the statement. obviously, it had been meant to catch the elder of the two rappers off guard, or perhaps only to garner the remainder of the attention of which he had only been giving the younger man about half ( maybe even one-fourth---but he is a busy man and paperwork does not do itself ). the ravenous fringe splayed across seunghyun’s forehead stirs as his head shifts on its axis, eyes enabled proper regard of the one who’d spoken to him about fifteen seconds ago.           ❛ . . . what says positive . . .?  ❜ inquires a sonorous tone, even lower than usual and paired with the raise of a brow and lazily half-lidded eyes. he means to look unamused, somewhat stern, but most of seunghyun’s expressions translate to just lazy when he isn’t actively trying. maybe there is some sort of connection there, one he has yet to decipher.           ❛ i hope you’re talking about someone’s attitude, or something. don’t frighten me this way, i’m too old for this. do you want me to die, bobby? ❜

* THREE WORD  STARTERS.STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.

          he thought she’d been asleep. this is why her plea startles him---just slightly, just enough to stir his relaxed demeanor; the single nanosecond as the needle comes to contact with the balloon before it pops. the violent burst of air never happens, though . . . time seems to stop before his calm exterior can unravel, and by some aid of the post-midnight darkness, he remains equable. seunghyun is rather unsure of what a ‘normal’ day in his life consists, and yet he knows it isn’t this------his tendency to remain distant and untouched by the myriad of people he’d come to contact with not just everyday, but in his lifetime abandons him here. maybe it’s his soft spot . . . when he’d seen her crying, it would have felt almost---unethical to pass her by, like some sort of sin of omission.           no words had passed between them, not until now. he’d only wrapped an arm around her, and lent her a broad shoulder, two elements concocting to whisper a more meaningful comfort than any words ever could. his eyes soften, though they hadn’t been very firm to begin with, and he nods his head weakly, yet genuinely.           an undetectably fast glance at the ticking rolex apprises 12.32am, but he figures, should she really need it, he can spare her more of his time. it isn’t as though he would sleep, even in the comforting depths of his mattress, anyway.           ❛ i won’t, yumi. ❜