#admin: Mitzy

[pocket-scenarios]

Congratulations - Bogum

(Admin: Mitzy, this is not my greatest work, I hope that you still liked it anon)

You hold the award between both of your hands, bowing to the other actors around you. You brush your hair away from your face, taking your seat next to your co-star, Seo Kangjoon.

"Congratulations, you deserve it," Seojoon smiles, gesturing towards the trophy in your hands.

"I thought Song Hyekyo would win," you admit, "Encounter was really popular."

Kangjoon nods in agreement. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as the show continues. By the time the show is over both you and him are ready to leave. You are stopped in the hall of the auditorium by another actor. You recognize him, anyone could, Park Bogum the "nation's boyfriend" titleholder. You are younger than him despite your earlier start in the industry.

"Congratulations on your award," he blurts, you smile gently humming.

"Thank you, I'm surprised you didn't get one yourself," you admit.

You look around realizing that Kangjoon had left you when you stopped to talk to Bogum. You let out a sigh, not that you expected your friend to wait, he had been complaining about wanting to leave for around an hour. He still could have at least mentioned that he was going to leave first.

"Something wrong?" Bogum asks looking around himself.

You shake your head: "Kangjoon isn't here, I was looking for him."

Bogum hums nodding his head, continuing to look around, in an attempt to find the odd-eyed actor. You pull your phone out of your bag laughing at the text Kangjoon sent you.

"He left, he said he'll take mt to lunch tomorrow to make up for not celebrating with me tonight," you laugh, turning your phone towards Bogum to show him the message.

"Sorry, did he leave because I stopped you?" Bogum murmurs, you shake your head.

"No, he's been ready to leave for hours now," you explain, brushing off his worries, "he doesn't like sitting in one place for a long time."

You can tell that there is another question on the tip of Bogum's tongue that he is pushing away. You can already guess what it is and why it is hard for him to ask. Both of you are actors, both of you get the questions of whether you are dating a co-star are not every time you film a new show. You let out a small laugh, hanging your bag on your shoulder once more.

"You don't have to be afraid to ask, we're not seeing each other, Kangjoon is friends with my older brother," you explain.

"I stopped you because I have been a fan of yours for a long time," Bogum admits, "I still feel starstruck speaking with you right now," the formality in his words feels foreign since he is older than you.

"You don't have to speak so formally, if anything I should be speaking with more formality to you," you trail off, "you're older than me," you remind, "I only started acting two years before you."

Bogum lets out a shy laugh covering his mouth with the back of his hand while he laughs. You hate eating alone and Kangjoon is not going with you anymore, it is awkward to ask Bogum. The words sit at the forefront of your mind, but it takes you longer to ask than you would like to admit.

"Since Kangjoon left me, do you want to get dinner with me?"

"Of course," Bogum rushes, "it would be an honor."

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[serostuffsmh]

OOOH YOU PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING TOO!? Who are your favorite villagers i wanna know, goose and chief r my favorite on my island rn

Meheh I flip flop between my favourites but rn my favourites are Genji, Apollo, and Fauna

Genji is just a dumb himbo who talks about his muscles even though he’s a bunny

Apollo is a cranky old man who’s nice to me and calls me peanut

And fauna is just a sweetheart, she calls me pumpkin :^ (also I’m a bit biased because I share a birthday with her heh)

[otomehostclub]

Hi. My name is Mitzi. I was wondering if Hiroshi or Nomura is available? I know they are always working but I really want to talk to one of them. Recently, I blew up at my friends because I was going one of my depressive days. I have recovered since then and asked forgiveness from my friends. But I feel more isolated than ever. I know it takes times for them to forgive but now I feel like I should just disappear permanently. It took a lot for me to vulnerable and I understand that they

(cont Mitzi) just setting boundaries. I would have reacted the same as they did. But it’s painful like this and I don’t know how to weather through it. What if I destroyed our friendship with that one incident? I hate myself from being depressed and so I pretend a lot around people. I feel so stupid being vulnerable.

“Hello, hello~” Nomura called out, as he and Kirisawa entered the lobby.

“Hello, Mitzi,” Kirisawa greeted. “Sorry for the wait.”

After escorting you to the table and seated, the MPD officials sat down across from you.

“So, Mitzi,” Normura began. “What’s bothering you? How can we help?”

As Kirisawa poured tea for everyone you hesitantly explained your situation, afraid of getting laughed at in the end.

Nomura reached out and gave your hand a reassuring pat. “That is the ugly sludge of depression making you think that way. Your friends sound like they understand and have already forgiven you. But…you need to forgive yourself.”

Kirisawa nodded, adding, “Your friends are most likely making sure you are not put in that same situation where you blew up. That’s why it seems like you’re isolated. However, talk to them candidly. Thank them for having put up with that incident. Tell them that it’s okay to treat you as they had been before this depression monster came into your life.”

“Hiding behind a mask of normalcy is fairly common,” Nomura sighed. “I would recommend finding someone who is better trained to counsel you through your situation on a confidential level.  A licensed psychotherapist would be ideal, but there are other types of people who can also help.”

“If you are still in school,” Kirisawa continued, “the school nurse’s office should have someone who can sit and talk to you or can refer you to someone qualified. Don’t think you need to fight this alone. Again, depression enjoys tearing up what happiness you have. There’s no weakness in seeking help. It actually shows just how strong you are.”

Admin Tyg: Hi Mitzi, I’ve been fighting clinical depression for the past 3-4 years. My doctor was the one to refer me to both a psychologist and psychotherapist, both of whom I still see to this day. My situation that lead me to this was deep rooted and made worse by repressing my words and feelings for years. Most of my interaction is with the therapist. Talking things out has helped me immensely (I also am on antidepressants, but that helps me to function normally. Doesn’t stop my brain from still messing with me occasionally).

Admin Helena: Hello from me too Mitzi. Popped in for some advice as well. I am also someone struggling with depression on and off for the past 8 years. I find it immensely hard to get out of the black sludge pool of it, especially lately. But a good friend a while back offered me something that helped. She suggested I make lists. Of people I am grateful for and of things I am grateful for. Every day. I wish I could say I kept it but I haven’t managed to. However I still manage to find at least 3 things a day I am grateful for. A good latte,a nice song,the sun shining in my neighborhood park. I know how hard it is. But give it a try. It just might help you like it helped me. 

[new-warriors-wikia]

Is it just me or do the current warrior wiki admins not realize that in cat terms, a "red" tabby is light orange because with redtail and mitzis sprites they clearly do not

Who knows.  To be fair, the Erins might not realise that either, given how little they apparently know about what cats can look like.

-Fireheart

[aph-divinity-au]

Admin Name: Misty

Age: -18

Other blogs you run if applicable: ask-zodiac-japan

Muse Name: Mitzi (2p nyo Prussia)

God: Goddess of Destruction

Alliance: Evil

Appearance: she has short silver hair, a pale complection and violet eyes, she wear’s a white dress held together by a gold ring paired with long black gloves her skirt pans out at the bottem she doesnt wear shoes

Personality: She is very reserved not speaking to others feeling as though they are not worth her time, she moves slowly taking her time with every step, she has horrible reflexes and is more on the defensive side if in the face of danger. Her expression usual rests on neutral she never smiles, she doesn’t enjoy being with other people/gods preferring to be by herself. She can however tolerate a few of the gods as long as they’re quiet she hates loud noises. Even though she seems calm and collected she has a short temper often taking their anger out on whatever is closest to her, she enjoy’s seeing destruction finding joy seeing even just the smallest thing’s crumble and break

[quartztiger]

😡😘😺

😡 something that makes me mad: The current US admin and anything relating to that, honestly. I try to not think about it most of the time, so I can preserve my sanity.

😘 irl crush: My fiancé, Alex ( @agd-cws )! 💕

😺 have any pets: Yes! I have a cat named Mitzi, she’s a big fluff ball. She stays at my mom’s house. Alex also has a cat named Charmmy who is also a fluff ball, but isn’t quite as big.

[creative-kiddos-blog]

I’ll be ending the admin contest soon (in an hour or two), and if I don’t get any applications for Avanna she’ll be first come first serve! Also, does anyone have the art for the Marz Mitzi Ruby and Dex Creative? That would add two additional admin spots, but I’m only adding them if there’s the art.

[wearethewinxrp-blog]

Congrats! The following muns have been accepted with the following characters!

- Admin Chloe as Musa

- JJ as Riven

- Laura as Darcy

- Hannah as Mitzi

From now on we will accept apps as they arrive! Character posts for these 4 will arrive soon with links to their blogs so they can start roleplaying!

[gruntadminloch-moved]

((jsyk because i. got asked twice today what the why

if you wanna draw loch you’re welcome to. you don’t even have to ask just like tag me or something when you post it if you do if you need a reference his about has a detailed description if you scroll down far enough, Mitzi drew this picture of him and Sadie which is A++ and i’ll probably make a visual reference tag if more art somehow comes into existence

ALSO SIMILARLY while one of my rules and the general rules of rping is “don’t godmod”. . .loch is kind of.  in the way.  constantly. like officially in the game he’s based off of a character that’s in your way. as a character, he’s constantly checking on guzma and sometimes ordering around grunts, has probably sent you a more-than-monthly set of long text messages if you’re a member of team skull, and if you’re a non-skull member who’s ever been in po town he’s been in your way if you were going to see guzma--unless you were being dragged in which case he probably looked at you in an entirely malicious way and looked forward to whatever punishment guzma was going to enact on your ass.

so if you need/want to like. temporarily godmod instructions from him or his being in your way or whatever? you can totally do that. if you wanna do a thread where your skull grunt is stealing something and want a quick alibi/reason you’re welcome to say ‘loch said we gotta steal stuff because shady house is running low’.

now if it’s something like ‘i forgot the passwords and got mad and tried to punch loch in the face and he threw me down the hallway and that’s why my arm is entirely bruised’ THAT i wanna hear about first.  Like major actions like that i wanna be consulted for first.  everything else? loch has a set of “admin” actions and if for some reason you wanna rely on the guy for them you’re welcome to.  :D))

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2 & 32 with ATEEZ Yeosang & Yunho

Yeosang:

(Admin: Sxng, I’m back! Please check out the August update post)

2: They confess their feelings for you.

32: Love notes.

You blink your eyes open, rubbing the sleep from them, the lecture is over, so is your nap. You could have kept sleeping if not for your friend San running up and shaking you.

"Who wrote you a love letter?" He teases.

You shrug, stretching your arms out in front of yourself. You pull the sticky note from the canned coffee, holding it up to read it.

"I don't know who left it," you trail off, "did you see anyone sit back here with me?"

San shakes his head, hand holding the strap of his bag while he things.

"Kang Yeosang?"

"Yeosang," you parrot, "he doesn't seem like the type to do something like this."

San snatches the note from your hand reading it aloud: "You always fall asleep in class, how will you pass the exam? If you figure out who I am, I'll give you my notes."

"You're lucky if it is him, he's the top of this class," San laughs.

You let out a heavy sigh, allowing your friend to drag you to the library, which is where Yeosang spends his time between lectures, according to San, at least. Yeosang waves at the two of you once you get near to his table. San is quick to split off from you, absentmindedly wandering the aisles of the university library.

"Were you the one who left this?" You rush out, holding the sticky note towards him, he hums.

"How did you know?"

You sigh, lowering the note to your side: "San."

"San?"

"Yeah."

"How did he know?"

You shrug sitting in the chair across from his: "it's San."

"Did you drink the coffee I left?" Yeosang asks, leaning his head on the back of his hand.

"Not yet."

"It's my favorite," he trails off, "I don't give it away to just anyone, only someone I like."

Yunho:

(Admin: Mitzy)

Same Numbers

"You got another one?" Yunho whines, "who is it?"

You shrug handing the unopened letter to him: "read it if you want."

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not really, it happens a lot," you sigh, "they're not from the person I like so it doesn't matter."

Yunho nods, your words not properly registering in his head while he is reading the note. He leans against the lockers, his lips pressed together, in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait," he turns towards you, "who do you want one from?"

"You."

You step closer to him, taking the note from his hand: "that's not going to happen though, is it?"

"It can."

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[kbox-in-the-box]

Austin Kingsley: Star Prodigy in “The Silicon Supertrain!”

“Okay,” Mitzi Klingfeld smiled indulgently, propping her chin up on her palms, for what she knew would be an extended lecture, “make me understand what the big deal is about the Supertrain.”

“The Silicon Supertrain,” Austin Kingsley corrected her, even as he strained to maintain a non-critical tone in his voice, “named after the original Silicon Valley, in the Santa Clara Valley of California.”

“So, San Jose,” Mitzi recognized, before positioning her straw to take a discreet sip of her vanilla-flavored Prof. Pym Pop soda. “And you said it was, what, 1979?”

“When the train line was started in earnest, yes,” Austin nodded, as he used his small plastic spork to slice off a bite-sized piece of his Dutch apple pocket pie, before holding it up to Mitzi’s mouth. Mitzi beamed briefly at the awkward yet gentlemanly gesture, before chomping at the proffered pie, even as Austin continued on, without even appearing to notice her blushes. “It eventually grew to include stops at 33 cities in 26 states, but it all started with San Jose, California, and Charlton, Delaware.”

“Charlton … isn’t that where Bianca has her super-science school, or whatever?” Mitzi checked, brushing strands of her voluminous hair out of her face, as they were caught by the gentle desert breeze, while she and Austin sat on the flat warehouse roof of the Bookhouse, to share their fast food dinners (courtesy of one of King Tut’s Food Pyramids) under the summer-warmed night sky.

“Arkwright College of the Sciences,” Austin confirmed, “where, even before Bianca Yong successfully defended her doctoral thesis, the collective brain trust on campus was burning brightly enough to draw the notice of like minds on the opposite coastline, and vice versa.”

“So, what, they wanted a more tangible connection than just …” here, Mitzi wiggled her fingers in the air, mimicking the action of typing, “clacking away at their keyboards?”

“Each side of the country was generating a world’s fair worth of technological innovations on a weekly basis,” Austin chuckled as he shook his head. “It was becoming a bit much to sum up in electronic mail correspondence, even with the frequency of their exchanges.”

“And all nerds love trains,” Mitzi teased with an affectionate smirk.

“That is a stereotypical characterization that is only … mostly true,” Austin faltered in the midst of his objection, before waving his hands to refocus his thoughts, “and that’s not the point. Instead of simply transmitting these people’s words, or crude visual depictions of their plans, over phone lines, the Silicon Supertrain would essentially supply them with a rolling expo on rails. Rather than tasking developers with trekking to a succession of annual conventions, far from home, the Silicon Supertrain would bring the next generation of computers and accompanying consumer technology TO them!”

Mitzi couldn’t help but bite her lower lip with giddy glee. Moments like this reminded her why she loved Austin. She might not have otherwise shared his interest in what she initially considered a rather sterile subject, but his escalating enthusiasm as he spoke was infectious, and his passion made up her mind that she was going to ravish him later that night.

“You’re looking at me that way again,” Austin observed curiously, cocking his head to one side like a clockwork bird. His tone and facial expression were placid, not at all offended, and yet already skeptical of the denials he knew were forthcoming from her.

Mitzi blinked and cleared her throat. “What? No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” she sought to dismiss his concerns, before seizing upon an aspect of his explanation that had stood out to her. “Okay, so, we both know I’m no engineer, but I gotta think that a tricked-out, high-tech, high-speed supertrain is gonna cost a lot more than what even an Ivy League college and a bunch of boy wonders soldering circuit boards in their garages can scrape together between them.”

“Especially after the tech centers in those other cities I mentioned heard about the Silicon Supertrain during its brainstorming stage, and decided they wanted stops of their own along the way,” Austin dipped one of his tater tots (branded by King Tut’s as “Tater Tuts”) in ketchup, then used it to smear sticky red streaks in a rough loop across the wrapper of the soy burger he’d already eaten. “Incorporating them all meant creating three connected train routes — Boston to Dallas, Dallas to Seattle, and Seattle to Boston — with 10 more cities as stops in between on each route. Just to accommodate the size of the train, the stop that was planned for Charlton had to be placed in Dover instead.”

“Even still, none of those cities would have rolled the dice on funding a boondoggle like a supertrain for uber-nerds, especially back in the late Seventies,” Mitzi scoffed, before she squinted at the messy ketchup loop, with its extra-heavy dabs of ketchup at three of its corners, and quickly realized it was meant to be a map of the Silicon Supertrain’s three connected routes within the continental United States, with Boston, Dallas and Seattle represented by those extra-heavy dabs.

“Okay, Mister Kingsley,” Mitzi grinned, getting into the spirit of Austin’s playful lesson, “so, if this is Dallas,” she dipped a tater tot of her own into the southernmost dab, “and this is Seattle,” another dip, this time in the northwest dab, “then that makes this curve the Pacific coastline,” she smeared her tater tot along the ketchup streak, “but in between what I’m guessing are San Diego and Phoenix, the line goes all jagged,” she frowned speculatively, before chipping at the edges of her cherry red nail polish with her teeth out of subconscious habit.

“And what does that tell you, Mitzi Klingfeld?” Austin gazed at her adoringly, not only genuinely impressed with what she’d discerned so far, but eagerly anticipating how she would tie it all together.

“Well, I spent enough time growing up in Las Vegas to spot where it sits on a map, so that’s why the line zigs so far to the north, coming from Phoenix,” she picked up the uneaten tater tot she’d used as her pointer, “but if it was just heading west, from there to San Diego, the line would flow a lot smoother, so for it to zag back down south, as sharp as it does? That means somebody was awfully invested in getting Apex City on that route,” she leaned back and finally popped the tater tot into her mouth triumphantly. “And nobody else but your dad would have been both loaded and nerdy enough.”

“Technically, it was an investment by the Athenæum, but yes,” Austin couldn’t help but nit-pick, even as he tossed a tater tot into his own broadly beaming mouth. “My family basically bankrolled the project, and Pournelle Propulsion Systems was brought on board as a partner, to help design and build the train itself.”

“And I take it that the Silicon Supertrain has been bringing together overgrown whiz-kids like a Love Boat for Trekkies ever since,” Mitzi lifted her tall plastic cup of soda in a mock toast.

Austin twitched slightly, in what Mitzi had learned was his equivalent of a wince. “For the most part. But there’s been a problem. Very recently, some high-profile passengers on the Silicon Supertrain have been found dead — on board, in transit, NOT of natural causes. It’s been kept out of the press so far, but given the names involved, I don’t expect that to last.”

“So, the clock is already ticking,” Mitzi nodded, her tone growing muted to match Austin’s subdued, utilitarian exposition, before her lips curled into a rueful smirk. “And this is why our last meal of the weekend was drive-thru.”

“Because we have to wake up early tomorrow, and I didn’t want either of us to have to do cleanup duty after a fancy dinner. Sorry,” Austin ducked his head sheepishly.

Austin felt Mitzi kiss his cheek before he saw that she’d scooted her chair around next to his. “Don’t be,” she patted his cheek. “How many other gals who work in admin can say they get to solve bona fide murder mysteries on the job? It’ll be like we’re riding the Orient Express … only, you know, for dorks,” she snorted, before she narrowed her eyes mischievously. “So, what time do we have to be at the Crossroads Transit Center?”

Austin shrugged. “The Silicon Supertrain pulls out of the station promptly at 8:20 a.m. Why?”

Mitzi suddenly slung her legs around Austin’s hips and sat on his lap, facing him. “Because that gives me at least a few hours to eat you alive, Mister Kingsley,” she breathed, affecting her best attempt at a husky Brenda Vaccaro voice, before she tore open the front of his shirt, causing his buttons to spill onto the rooftop beneath them with an audibly tinny clatter, and began licking his downy, peach fuzz-covered chest.

“D-do you want me to — ah!” Austin gasped, trembling reflexively as Mitzi moved hungrily to devour his exposed neck. “Do you w-want me to haul out the guest bed for you again?”

“Oh, honey,” Mitzi cooed, resting her forehead against his, as she stared into his eyes, “it’s so cute that you think we’ll be using a bed this time.”

[soundscapehq-blog]

[ vanessa hudgens, cisfemale, she/her, 23 ] FIREFLIES by OWL CITY? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of MITZI SANTOS. maybe because they’re DILIGENT but also NAIVE. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since MAY of 2016 in APARTMENT 102 and have 1 ROOMMATE. ( HAPPY WORKING SONG BY AMY ADAMS (EMPLOYEE), PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY BY LANA DEL REY, SPACE SONG BY BEACH HOUSE ) [ lu, she/her, 18, est ]

ACCEPTED! vanessa hudgens is now taken. please send in your account within 24 hours and take a look at our CHECKLIST – there you will find instructions on how to send in your connections! ADMIN NOTE: check out our event HERE! also, i’ve moved her to apartment 105 as 102 is a roommate connection and you’re already taking up 3 songs! @misxntos

[pocket-scenarios]

3 & 9 with Dongmyeong please

(Admin: Mitzy)

3: They play piano for you

9: Your ex calls and they answer.

"What do you want me to play?" Dongmyeong asks softly, turning his head towards you

 "Anything's fine it's been so long since I've heard you play piano," you say with a light laugh, "hey, I'll go get you a bottle of water," 

 He hums, nodding softly, his fingers ghosting over the keys of the grand piano. It has been a long time since he has been inside the old music academy's piano room. Dongmyeong plays through a simple piece that he learned when he was younger, waiting for you to come back as well as warming up his hands.

"Here," you say softly, handing him a bottle of water, "something bothering you?"

Dongmyeong nods: "Don't get mad at me."

You nod, shifting in your seat, waiting for him to continue.

"Your ex-boyfriend called when we were out earlier," he trails off, "so I answered the call, I told him we were dating."

Dongmyeong trails off, his fingers lightly resting, on the keys of the piano, not hard enough to press them down. You nod your head softly, resting your hands on your lap.

"It's fine you should've just told me, why would I be mad," You laugh softly, "can you play something for me? I thought of something I want to hear."

He hums: "What song?"

"Do you remember Yiruma's First Love album?" You inquire, he hums, "can you play Dream A Little?"

"Yeah, I can try at least," Dongmyeong laughs.

"Thank you," you muse.

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#16 & #20 with VERIVERY Dongheon

(Admin: Mitzy)

16: There’s a younger girl who likes them, but they like you.

20: Back hugs.

You are done, it is too much, seeing him with her is too much. No matter how many times he tells you there is nothing between them, it does not feel like nothing. There is nothing between the two of you either; why does it feel like you caught your lover cheating?

“Y’N, wait.”

Dongheon grabs your wrist, but you quickly break out of his grip. He grabs onto your forearm this time, wrapping his other around your middle.

“Listen to me, please,” he pleads with you.

“Thirty seconds.”

“I only need fifteen,” he murmurs.

You brush your hair away from your face, turning around to face him, his arms dropping to his sides.

“I like you, a lot, Y’N,” he rushes, pausing to scan over your face, “go out with me?”

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Escapism - Jinyoung

(Admin: Guiiying & Mitzy)

You shut the door to the rooftop before turning back around. You nearly jump out of your skin bringing your hand to your chest when you see a person that definitely was not there when you first opened the door. You calm down realizing that it is just Bae Jinyoung. He is mostly a quiet student, sometimes he just disappears, you guess you found out where he is during those times, albeit unintentionally. You decide to just walk to the spot you usually go leaning against the half wall of the roof pulling the orange you brought for break out of your lunchbox.

“Jinyoung,” you call out to him, turning away from the wall and back towards him, “do you want half of my orange?” You decide to offer, finding it awkward for both of you to be on the roof in complete silence.

He stays quiet taking slow steps over to you, you relax knowing that he just does not talk a lot in general. At least around people, he does not know well, you have seen him a couple of times talking on the phone excitedly with friends of his that are graduates or in different schools.

“Did you know I was here?” Jinyoung mumbles softly leaning against the wall.

“No,” you say softly, you grab his arm turning the palm of his hand up placing the half of the orange into it, “I’m usually here during break,” you explain.

He mumbles a small thank you staring off from the roof. The silence is comfortable this time.

“We’re in the same class aren’t we?” Jinyoung hesitates with each word, turning slightly in your direction.

You hum mirroring his posture: “I’ve always thought you were kinda stuck up,” you admit.

He laughs softly at your words smiling to himself, turning down to look at the floor.

“I just don’t like attention,” he admits, “that’s why I come up here any chance I get,” he explains, “I’ve never run into anyone else here, besides today.”

“Yeah, you are pretty popular,” you admit, “my friends from class two talk about you they asked me to seek pictures of you,” you tease, “I never have, because that’s weird,” you add when you notice his expression.

The two of you continue the conversation for a while before you check your phone for the time.

“We should probably head back, break ends soon,” you sigh, he hums following behind you away from the rooftop.

“Thank you,” Jinyoung says softly, “it was nice, talking with you.”

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Praise - Seunghun

(Admin: Guiiying & Mitzy, I’m soft for CIX and especially him (thanks Ari), he deserves all the love in the world, please love CIX)

You wanted to cry when you first saw Seunghun announced in a debuting group. You had seen him suffer under his former company of YG, never receiving the praise he deserved from the one person he desperately wanted it from. The now-former CEO. Being able to see him at his comeback stage is probably one of the happiest moments in your two years as a debuted artist.

Byunggon recognized you first, calling out to you which caused Seunghun to turn quickly smiling brightly. You greet the five members of CIX, Byunggon introducing you as a former trainee from YG.

“I’m so happy to see you two debut,” You coo, “first, Woong, now you.” You smile towards the two of them.

“We should catch up,” Byunggon says gesturing between the three of you, “Seunghun was really happy when you debuted,” he laughs gesturing towards the younger.

You return the laugh: “I’ll see you around, I’ll get in trouble if I’m gone too long.”

“Seunghun,” you call, he hums, “I’m proud of you, I’m glad you finally got your chance to debut.” You smile softly taking a step towards them to ruffle his hair, “I’m going now.”