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© jiji

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( I have decided to stick to aim for now when it comes to this muse, so if you ever want to have a thread there, just add me @souththth c: 

Might come back to dash sooner or later, but nothing is sure about that yet. It’s just hard for me to properly figure out what way to go when Taehyun isn’t certain abt it himself, and since I love this muse too much to let go of him, I figured this is the best solution. ;; ) 

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hanyoonki:

That had been unexpected. People weren’t supposed to offer meals to weird dumpster men. At least that had been his understanding of the world. If someone was hanging out in a garbage pit then Yoongi would want nothing to do with them. “Um.” He looked at the human, bending down to pick up a half eaten chicken from the ground. He had to stick with the corner he’d forced himself into. “That, um, thank you..” An awkward smile crossed his lips as he tried to force himself to look grateful. 

Not much he can do against the obvious look of disgust that appears on his face, his gaze dropping to the chicken the stranger had just picked up. Chicken. Out of all things, it had to be chicken, too. ‘Don’t eat that,’ he warns, ceasing his footsteps for the moment. ‘It’ll get you sick. If you’re going to eat food from the streets, don’t grab the meat—specially not the chicken.’ Shouldn’t every homeless person be aware of this? Another frown; he continues to eye the man with a bit of suspicion, but then gestures him to come along. ‘Drop that piece and follow me instead. I told you I’d buy you something, right? Don’t eat that.’ 

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(text: Flaming Maknae) taehyun-ah

(text: Flaming Maknae) happy new year 2017!!

(text: Flaming Maknae) did you eat well? did you sleep well? be careful of the cold and the snow even though the year has changed to a new one

(text: Flaming Maknae) also, there are a lot of things I wanted to say but we both know that we only have the future to face now. I’m really sorry about a lot of things. but you know that I will be cheering on you, right? I really hope you will feel better and have happier days on this new year, and we could make music together again someday. i love you. tell your family I say hi. 

(text: Flaming Maknae) also, I still owe you a visit ㅋㅋ

( text: 승윤 ) Happy new year, hyung!

( text: 승윤 ) Of course.. unlike a certain someone, my fashion will always be warm enough. Shouldn’t I be saying this to you? Dress warmly, don’t get sick! I ate very well, you know my mother’s cooking. ㅋ

( text: 승윤 ) I know you will. Thank you. 2017 will be a fresh start to all of us, make sure to use it wisely. I will too! My family says hi back, and my mum wonders why you’ve been taking so long. I think she misses you more than I do.

( text: 승윤 ) You told me since last year that you were visiting.. 

( text: 승윤 ) Why is your terrible sense of humor rubbing off on me?

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( sms - 래려니야 ) haute is upset because i don't have time to walk him outside anymore. ㅠㅠ and since i plan on doing it later this evening, wanna do it together? bring leon with you too! huate needs some dog friends. ㅋㅋ���

( text: 이승훈 ) of course he is upset, his dad should pay more attention to him. poor haute. ㅋㅋ 

( text: 이승훈 ) don’t get overworked, hyung. your performances will suffer if you do that! don’t make your fans worry too much. ㅋㅋ

( text: 이승훈 ) i would like that. do you want to go grab some food, too? i haven’t had any ddeokbokki in days.. it’s sad. 

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@hanyoonki

Clearly he desperately needed to practice. Even a human had noticed him lurking in the darkness. Apparently he wasn’t going to get paid for the evening. “Just me.” Even as he stepped out of the darkness, he frowned his white ears twitching on top of his head. “I was, um, looking for something to eat.” Without thinking he pointed at the dumpster behind him. 

There’s confusion, definitely. Perhaps a bit of fear, too. When the stranger pops up from the darkness, white ears included, there is not much Taehyun can do but to frown. Logic tells him that those ears are nothing but fake; but that doesn’t make the situation any less inconvenient—even less so when he’s told that the man was simply looking for food. A homeless person, maybe? ‘In the garbage?’ Quite frankly, it is a bit odd. Not that he hadn’t ever seen it before, but this one seemed far too clean not to have a home. ‘…’ He debates his options for a moment, but his heart speaks before his mind can process. ‘I’ll buy you something, alright? There’s a supermarket over there, just give me a moment.’

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issoi:

(✧) “I see that you purposely gave the gingerbread men horrified expressions. I suppose it’s so we feel bad as we eat them?”

‘First of all,’ he initiates, a serious expression matching the gravity of his voice, ‘they don’t look all that bad.’ Those words are all that he can manage before a smile breaks through his facade, his tone switching to a playfully defensive one. ‘You try doing it! I swear, they looked like masterpieces before I put them into the oven. It’s not my fault!’

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@zinnieha

The singer let her shoulders raise up, her fingers pressing tight against the material of her jacket pockets. The light rain trickling down her cheeks, it was a nice cover for how she was feeling. There was a tightness in her chest that she couldn’t explain, but it felt as if a large animal decided to rest on her. Presently, she was being kindly scolded by the other for not calling for a ride and walking in the rain. Yet with no destination in mind, how could she call anyone. Giving her best attempt at a smile, Zin felt as if her skin was cracking from all the effort put into her muscles. A small nod and faint dry laugh were all that she could muster at the moment,”I’m sorry, but really. You were probably busy and who doesn’t love a nice walk in the rain every now and then.” Getting sick wasn’t anywhere close to her thoughts, but when she sniffled, it caused a small worry in the back of her mind.

‘That’s a terrible excuse.’ Though his comment has quite the negative connotation, there is a warmth to his smile that speaks a thousand words. Cover or not, at this point in time, Taehyun was fairly certain that anyone would have noticed that something seemed off about the female. It didn’t help that he himself always easily seemed to sense other people’s moods; they often would affect his own feelings as well. ‘If you were going to go for a walk in the rain, you could have at least brought an umbrella.’ The weather had been awfully cold these days, walking in the rain (as soothing as it was) would practically guarantee you a fever. He doesn’t speak when he opens up his own umbrella and hands it over to her; neither does he speak when he drapes his own jacket over her shoulders. ‘Let’s find cover before it starts to rain any harder, I highly doubt you can afford to catch a cold right now.'

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kjjongs

( 김종현   ── )   Preparations for a party were something that the older man wasn’t well acquainted with, if truth be told jonghyun had never been one to celebrate Christmas or throw a party even – but when the task had been given to him and his friend to celebrate their second anniversary the thought of denying the younger male a partner was far from his mind. They had gotten lucky enough to pick a cabin that wasn’t creepy enough (because he wouldn’t have had wanted to be stuck in some creepy cabin from a movie) but of course that was all thanks to the company they worked under. Decorating had started off messy for him, completely clueless of where everything really went and for now he was clueless with where to place the two bells he had gathered from the decoration box. A noise that would’ve annoyed jonghyun, earned a chuckle from him instead.

Far too distracted with his new found toy, he had almost missed the call from his youngest friend. The bells were instantly brought to his chest, holding them safely to himself. In his mind the thought of his findings being taken away were currently picking at his head but when he turned himself around enough to capture the glimpse of the younger male with the wreath on his head he laughed. Hands that held the bells were brought down with the jiggling being heard in each step he made to where the younger male was. “Add that to the dress code?” A chuckle emitted from his lips, with a shake of his head his eyes following his movements. “Sure, but if we add that…I demand everyone has their own bells, I don’t want mine to be taken away.” Holding one up, he shook it gently for the sounds to be heard, oddly enough fitting the song that started to play. “I haven’t actually, not since we left the city. Maybe they are still over there, so we can call them up and ask?”

It’s a silly thing, really; and quite cheesy, too. The sound of the bells somehow had him feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Past memories resurface, of joyful laughter and grateful eyes as wrapping paper was tossed into various directions. Presents had been very important then, but as he grow, that importance started to lessen. In the end, what was left was the Christmas spirit that he had always enjoyed, but never fully appreciated until he turned eighteen. For someone so sensitive to his surroundings, it came as no surprise that the festive season was one of his favorites; happiness radiated from everyone, and it easily reflected in his own mood as well.

‘What about mine? I didn’t take any—shouldn’t you at least be sharing with me?’ His words ring with laughter, and he quickly moves to try and find some of his own (but without luck, it seems). ‘I guess I’ll have to call them to take some bells, then. Let me just..’ His movements finally have the wreath slip from the top of his head and onto the floor, his gaze focused on the cellphone within his hands. It’s odd, however. Perhaps the device had started playing tricks on him again, but how could it be that there was no reception? Did it have something to do with the house? ‘That’s strange..’ No explanation is given when he walks towards the door, frown curving his eyebrows. ‘Alright, just give me a few moments and I’ll be back. Can you make some hot chocolate in the meantime? I am pretty sure I’ll need it after this call.’

( christmas au; kjh&nth )

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00ksy:

“Go away, you little–you’re scaring both of us! Can you at least warn us when you’re going to come out?!” Seungyoon continuously nagged and flapped his hand in anger, and he swore he could hear the fake ghost released a mocking giggle behind the dark black strands covering their face. “Now which way we have to go again?” he asked the fake ghost so casually–who kindly pointed at the next deep alley ahead of them. As they ran away and left the boys in silence again, his heartbeat had not gone stable after the surprised attack. Seungyoon threw some kicks into the air toward the alley where the ghost went to, a bravery that was too late to be shown off. The creaking sound from the-nowhere-to-be-found old wood fulfilled his ears again whenever they took steps further, sometimes coming strong from one or two corners where they were hidden behind the plastic bushes and trees.

“Are you okay, Taehyun-ah?” he looked over the shoulder to check on the youngest who was still clinging tightly, both hands reaching for Taehyun’s lean wrists so they could be a support for each other, even though their guts slowly shrunk into zero. “I want to get out of this place too. This is a bad choice.”

The next room was not less intimidating, as their walk began to slow down in case there was another ghost tried to tackle them down with another surprise. Seungyoon looked right and left, stomping his feet against the ground as a weak attempt to scare anyone in a haunted house. They entered a dark living room, with dusty sofas and coffee table, empty cups and pot served on the table and Seungyoon was sure there’s a blinking light on the window just now. It took his caution very quick, until Taehyun’s shaky voice of warning came a little bit late to reach his sense. Just like what the young’s said, there were heavy steps coming from the dark, as if they dragged their legs to cross the room. “…W, what’s that?” Seungyoon asked, unsure to who. Shivers ran down his spine very quick, when a pale skinny to bones soldier in ancient guard costume came out of the dark. His head was oddly tilting to the side, on a split neck that almost got cut completely if there was no stubborn tendon to keep the head attached to the body. His hand stretched out toward the two men, with a voice deep hidden in his throat, threatening and frightening. Seungyoon could hear himself screeching out loud, as if he had unlocked the soprano soul in him. “AAACK! F, FUCK–RUN!” he screamed and dashed out of the room with Taehyun in his hand.

He’s prideful. There’s that. Even in situations like the one they were in, he’ll hold onto his pride as long as he can ( but it had long been forgotten, and he cannot wait to leave this place ). Instead of calmly answering the elder’s question, his answer comes out far too defensive to his liking. ‘No. Yes. I’m okay. Of course!’ Anyone, literally anyone would know by now how much Taehyun hated Haunted Houses. Why they were here in the first place? Good question; terrible answer. Not even the male himself understood what had gotten them here.

A moment of silence passes, and he finally dares to breathe. Much to his disliking, it doesn’t last very long. ‘What? What’s what?’ Restlessly, his gaze scans the room. Darkness surrounds them completely, and even the sounds are barely distinguishable. The fun part was over; at this point he was simply bracing himself for the next jumpscare. ‘What are you talking about? Hyung!' Without a warning, the elder is being used as a shield. He quickly grabs his shoulders and pushes him further to the front, eyes squinting in the dark. ‘Take him! You can have him if you leave me alone!’ A solid plan, really. Bit of a selfish one, perhaps, but a solid plan nonetheless. After all, it’d be better to get one of them out alive, than none at all, right?

He has no room to think it over. The moment he is done speaking is when a sudden force tugs him along. Run, run; it is all that hears in the back of his mind—and so he does. Afraid to be alone; Taehyun holds on tightly to Seungyoon’s frame, staying as close to him as possible while trying not to run into anyone else anymore. Alright. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to give the elder away. Walking without Seungyoon in this horrible place was not very high on his wishlist. In fact, it wasn’t there at all. ‘I’m sorry, I promise I won’t ever sacrifice you again. Stay here! I’m going to-‘ His words get cut off the very second Taehyun turns around on his feet, coming face to face with a ghost that had definitely not been there before.

A loud (and not very charming) scream is what follows.

‘Hurry, hurry!’ His words are panicked when he urges the elder forwards again, not wasting any moment to get ahead of the actor behind him. The simple fact that anyone could jump on them, whenever, had him very wary; and that could as well have been his biggest downfall. Jumpscares: this was why he hated them.

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svnzki:

.:*・°☆.。 Ever since the TT promotions kicked off for her, Sana has had one schedule after another- from one broadcast to the next, and to the different variety show appearances her and her group mates have gone through, it really can’t be helped that she was feeling stress rearing its ugly head to her. This is something she avoided as much as possible though, so she finds time to unwind. “Green tea lattes? I love those!” She’s been making an extra effort to be healthy anyways, and she’s never tried that particular cafe’s take on it. “Ah ne ne, I promise I have really funny stories. It’s not that hard to have those, especially when you’re in a group along with eight silly people.” She chuckles under her breath, walking up towards the counter. “But first, I’d need some food. Hmm, any recommendations? I’ve only been here a couple of times and have always had the sandwiches.” Her bottom lip purses out as she stares up at the menu board, seeing a wide range of selection from pasta to salad. Indeed, this place was diamond in the rough, especially for those who would want to get away from the scrutiny of everyone around them. 

Though it is likely to go unnoticed with how quickly he recovers, his expression falters for a split second when Sana talks about the rest of her members. It’s not her fault, and neither should he get affected by the mere mention of something so simple; but the thought alone triggers memories, and those had been exactly what he was trying to avoid. Needless to say that the elder was very grateful at the change of subject, his smile soon to return to his face. ‘I personally like the beef salad a lot, but I’m not sure they’d go well with the latte, if you plan on taking that. Maybe a chicken sandwich? Spicy chicken? They’re good, too.’ His feet easily follow after her when she moves towards the counter, eyes meeting those of a friendly old lady on the other side of it. She, too, is granted with a smile before Taehyun turns to the female next to him, raising a questioning brow at her. ‘Have you decided what to take yet?’

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"The holiday’s just another day that’s cold." / thanks for following!

‘Seems like someone’s a little bit skeptical about the festive season.’ Truthfully, Taehyun had always been fond of this time of the year; not just because of Christmas, but he enjoyed winter as a whole, too. Summer had never quite been his thing. All the sweating, constantly feeling overheated; it simply did not appeal to him. Winter, on the other hand, what with its blankets of snow and festive atmosphere, was far higher up his list of favorites ( read: #1 ). It generally gave him more inspiration to write as well, and that had never been a bad thing. Still, he understood that not everyone had positive thoughts about Christmas, especially when they were linked to bad memories—which could very well be the case. ‘Do you not have any good memories of Christmas? Is that why you don’t think much of it?’

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( christmas au; kjh&nth )

@kjjongs

This was it; the perfect way to celebrate their second anniversary. Although many would have argued and insist that a beach party in summer would be far better of an idea, Taehyun disagreed. Not that he specifically hated summer, but he wasn’t fond of the season, either. Blankets of snow had a way of turning even the grayest of cities into something straight out of a storybook; and adding a small, deserted cabin to it turned the whole scene into an instant wonderland. How lucky was he that his partner seemed to share the same kind of mindset? Not only when it came to music, but this, too? A silly smile spreads across his face when he places a Christmas wreath on his head for decoration, calling out for the elder no more than a second later.

‘Hyung, how about we add a dress code? Let’s have everyone dress themselves as a christmas tree.’ His laughter betrays the fact that he is merely kidding, and even when his jokes seem stupid, he doesn’t care much. His spirits are high (too high), and the only thing that was going to make it better at this point was.. ‘Ah, we forgot the music! Let me just..’ And like that, he is already going through his phone to find a suitable song, his head still topped with the decoration. ‘By the way, have you heard anything yet from the others? We should’ve asked them to take a sleigh. I can only imagine what sort of fun mess that would become after a few drinks.’

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.:*・°☆.。It was quite surreal for her to run into him- especially because for the past days, she’s been seeing his name on headlines in different news portals, and his face appearing on her social media feed for numerous reasons. Of course, Sana didn’t want to pry too much on the issue, as she had just said how she felt- about someone’s health being first above all else and that people shouldn’t be coming after him or his members like that. “Ah.. That’s true..” She pauses, puffing her cheeks out a little. She had time to spare that day surprisingly. “Were you here to get some food, too? How about we eat together, if that’s fine? I can tell you funny stories to get your mind off of things… Ah but- only if you’d be up for it, of course.”

@svnzki

What were the odds? It seemed almost too much of a coincidence for him to run into another celebrity while trying to hide from the public. Perhaps the universe had a silly way of uniting those with similar mindsets. After all, it seemed no more than obvious that the girl group member had tried to avoid getting recognised as well. Good or bad? It was debatable, really. Sana being here could mean that a) it was the perfect place to get a break indeed, or b) the place was more popular than expected. For now, it seemed best to go with option a. His own thoughts had him chuckling in the slightest, head shaking in response to her question. ‘Actually, their green tea lattes are great. I came for that,’ he speaks, demonstratively pointing at the poster that had been attached to the wall. ‘Though that doesn’t sound too bad at all. That is, if your stories are indeed funny. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.’ And though his words seem quite strict, the smile on his face betrays that he’s merely kidding. In all honesty; it would be good not to have someone pity him for a moment. He didn’t pity himself, and the last thing he wanted was for others to pity him instead.