TRACKER ; was barely able to work on replies this weekend but i’ll try working on the rest this coming week.

@sxgaboo (ask)

@erovsun​

@xbitterroot (reply)

@virxle (reply)

@thevictoryofthepeople (reply)

@pcrtraits​

@onestolenglance​

@krystalesque (reply)

@jjitf (reply)

@yeoliehq (reply)

my muse…

likes artificial watermelon | sleeps in what they’re already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | listens to music with earbuds | hates the summer | can recite past the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of the jar | doodles on their notebooks | can bake cookies | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts to pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse | uses the same password for everything | can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | watches anime | hasn’t read harry potter | can say ‘I love you’ in more than one language | prefers mechanical pencils | thinks space is cool | takes personality tests more than once to make sure | can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salad | likes cool colors better than warm colors | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies | can ice skate | knows their mbti | reads astrology charts | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | plays video games | reads the newspaper | likes chocolate ice cream better | doesn’t cuss | memorizes song lyrics | collects coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | owns a hoodie | would rather own cds than online copies | has written a poem | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine | double dips when eating | drinks directly out of the milk container | keeps a journal

Her entire world revolved around animals. When she wasn’t at the clinic, she was usually volunteering at shelters or helping out with this kind of event to get as many animals adopted. Samara herself wished she could personally provide a home for all the little creatures, but with the hectic schedule she had, it wasn’t possible. “Of course, you can hold him. A cute girl holding a cute pup might be just what we need to attract more guests.” Happily handing the dog over to her, she looked at the sight fondly. “Are you looking for a new family member, perhaps?”

The young girl chuckles, blushing at the compliment as she takes Dooly into her arms, the furry little thing squirming enthusiastic in her hold. Yerim let's her face be licked, puppy breath never failing to make her day just that more great and cuddles the pet closer, rewarding him with scratches behind one of his floppy ears.

"Oh, no, sadly I'm not," she responds with a shake of her head, her attention switching from between the woman to the small dog in her hands. "Not right now, at least. My lack of financial stability won't allow me to look after this cutie the way he deserves." She coo's at the pup, placing a quick kiss to his cold wet snout. "I would love to volunteer though. Is there some kind of program or place I can sign up to help out?"

——         his brow raises at the sudden spur of thoughts. well. that took a turn. taejoon shakes his head with a soft laugh. he glances over his shoulder, at the kitchen. perhaps he could cook up a thing or two. it would take some time though. but cannibalism was not an option. yet, before the male could make a move to the kitchen, he hears yerim’s voice and looks back.

he could capture the glint in her eyes, the mock panic and the taunting grin before he scoffs. a lead actress for sure. “hey crazy,” he calls out, teasing, “calm it down. i might be delicious but that’s for another day.” he mirrors the grin and points back at the kitchen. “but i can cook up something or we can head out and grab a bite? your oppa’s treat.” he just had to add. 

Yerim perks, jumping at the offer of free food and a few hours out of the house; her hunger temporarily forgotten as she stands from the couch to fetch her shoes in excitement. "Let's go out! Any longer in here and I might also get cabin fever." She says, slipping into her tennies by the doorway, ready to be out of there. "Can we go vendor hopping? I really need fast, greasy street food right now."

“Wow, that’s just rude.” Jaeyoon chuckled. He wasn’t really hurt by that kind of comments. That was the reality of his life : he was old.

He slided one his hands to the woman’s palm, holding it tightly. Carefully, he lifted his feet trying to take few steps with the woman. The woman’s weight had no effect whatsoever to his technics, he still was a terrible dancer. “It’s not like I’ve danced all my life, you know.” He shrugged attempting to move along the rhythm of the music. “Also, never ever before someone had requested a dance from me.”

Peering up at the older man Yerim pokes at his jaw . “With this face? There’s no way. I don’t believe you,” She skeptically says with a shake of her head. Jaeyoon was handsome, aged like wine, and though she'd never seen photos of him when he was younger, she had no doubt that he must have still been very good looking in his younger years. There had to be many women enamored with him for sure.

“Have you at least asked someone to dance with you ?” She asks.

“Yah!” He stared at the woman, mouth agape in disbelief. “All that? Didn’t I mention something easy to cook?” He sighed, surrendering, knowing well enough he couldn’t refuse anything to the woman. “Alright, that might take a while to prepare all that, I’m not a great cook.”

When he felt the woman’s weight on his body, he quickly circled her thighs with his hands, holding her steady. She was light, as always. It only took few seconds before they reached the kitchen. He then dropped her carefully on the counter, keeping her elevated. “Are you going to judge my technics?” He asked as he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard above the woman’s head.

"All that is easy," she argues, hanging off the other's back with a giggle, squeaking when the backs of her thighs made contact with the cold counter top she was placed to sit on. A fleeting thought to make a quick run back to the bedroom to put on some pants enters her mind but breakfast in underwear was always better, so she quickly dismisses it and instead reaches to playfully pinch at one of Dohwan's nipples as he reaches for something in the cabinet behind her.

"If I was Gordon Ramsay I would," she answers. "But I doubt I'm any better than you might be, so I won’t judge."

chin hands. "spill."

Yerim whines, bringing her hands up to cup her face in an attempt to hide her reddening cheeks. “But it’s embarrassing, I get all mushy and heart eyes for them and I don’t like to let people see me like that.”

romantic asks | status: accepting// for @krystalesque