#wenhan's face in the last one

[minseologs]

Otherside

TW// topics of suicide; grief. a work of fiction

Crisp and cold air awakens her the moment she stepped in Zurich. For once it felt cold, unlike other days where it never bothered her. She was traveling alone, much different than what she had been used to with help from her assistants. Her carry-on follows suit as she takes a train ride to Zermatt. It was convenient that she was knowledgeable in traveling, but she was never a big fan of traveling on her own. She liked to be with someone to make memories with.

The train ride was beautiful, to say the least. Fields of nature greeted her every minute along with vast plateaus of the Swiss Alps. There were plenty of animals who made an appearance, like the furry cows she thought she could only see in photographs. The same mountain was seen where she was staying and it's imperfect outline and snowy cap made it felt as though she was looking at a travel zine. The surrounding was traditional and modern all at once with buildings that favored much more to the Western taste. Minseo had always appreciated the thought of being able to afford the luxury of staying anywhere without worrying about the cost.

Adjusting to it's time changes, she takes out a small journal, it was already filled with a pen tucked where she stopped before.

Seoul

“Do you care to tell me as to why you’re suddenly changing your will?” The older woman asks, her professional attire was much more intimidating than Minseo’s. “The last time I had to do this with you was when your father died.”

“Just updating things. Consider it as something necessary because of my bounty.” Her fingers make quotation marks in the air, trying to ease the tension between them. She gulps from no response. “I check over it quarterly, this is a first I changed it—“

“Changing it to strangers.” She finishes, looking at her with stern eyes. “The only person I know from here is Woori, Wenhan, and Xian. The rest are strangers.."

She moves her things aside to make space for the said briefcase, the metal casing was promptly opened with too many manila folders and file cases taken out one by one in orderly conduct. From left to right, in order of importance. The first was personal assets she wished to organize. Next was a specific folder just for her business, and the last was a brochure about her situation with something she never thought to even try.

“So we’ve agreed that most of your personal assets, liquid and otherwise mentioned— including several houses in other cities— would go to Mr. Wenhan Li, is that correct?”

“Yes. Do confirm the Jeju Vacation house too.”

“I’d like to assert that there is a Siho, Jun, Chaz, Yohan and Sangmi here that are still in the 30% of financial affidavit however much you’ve left. A few specific connotation includes two vehicles be sent to Mr. Bohyun Ahn and Ms. Elena Hazuki.” She looks on the woman’s hand trailing words on the paper and nods on agreement. “Land was also invested for the use of Mr. And Mrs. Matteo Collin as well as Mr. Xian Liu, who will be obtaining your penthouse.“ the woman looks to her for confirmation and she lets her continue. “And you didn’t finalize Mr. Osias’ registry for the yatch. You’ve also indicated formal access of your apartments for Woori and her husband Xian.”

“Yes, finalize it.”

Her lawyer confirms with notes while she tried her best to keep focus but the brochure staring right in her face. The next file was introduced.

“Your position in Choi Resorts and Management will automatically be given to the next in hierarchy whomever the next vice president. Is this correct?”

Yes.

“Hyeseo Choi will be receiving a sum allowance of 5% once she is released.”

Yes.

Everything was being taken care of and it appeared nothing was being in question. She clears her throat.

“I didn’t receive a ‘provisional green light,” she picks up the brochure, from DIGNITAS. “They called me after a year. The medical records made it through the screening. But… It's rejected.” She chuckles, opening it with information inside. “Weariness of life won’t exactly fly with passing colors through the Swiss doctors— or so I’ve heard. They offered counseling though-”

“Perhaps that was a sign,” the woman appeared to have known Minseo for a good amount of time. “I wasn’t worried. You wouldn’t do it here, you won’t do it any other country. In any other case, it’s good you took some responsibility.”

“Do you find it ironic?” “You wouldn’t do it.” And if I did? Her voice barely has enough to emote her tone. It sounded as if she had given up completely, yet there was still some signs she wanted to continue even if it was the way it was. “I have the option to go through suicide and yet I’m target by some, if not many, by the underground’s most dangerous people. All for what? Power? Sounds unrealistic if you ask, we’re living in a completely different reality from the rest of the world. The other side won’t exactly answer all my problems, right? It’ll be a waste of ticket.”

“Your father have always told me a Choi never backs down. It shows in you.” The woman stays in her own standing, packing everything in her briefcase as a sign that she wishes to not continue their talk. A small amount of professionalism left her for a moment and she realized that. “I hope to see you again, Miss Choi.”

She purses her lips, nods promptly at the thought. “Thank you.”

Zermatt

Her grip strengthens with the pen, throwing it across the room. A sharp breath was drawn out of her, and she quickly closes the journal. Soft cries mewl between her lips as it begins to cave in again. Tucked in the sheets with her palms over her ears, she cries herself to sleep and wished everything had just disappeared, including herself.

-

Time had skipped over to noon as the rays catch heat by her arm. Her eyes swollen from the night before and could barely open them as she looks in the mirror. Minseo hadn't been taking care of herself, her cheeks began sinking along with the sockets of her eyes with it’s dark shadow— and it appeared as though she is much older than her age now. Her skin was translucent with veins peaking from places she’s never even thought of and her body even more sickly than her already thin frame. She holds herself over the sink to rethink everything because she wants to be better. She did. It took everything in her not to abide by the stress of not being able to walk out and face the world like everyone else.

It’s town was lively. It made her feel out of place. People offered food and handcrafted items. Even though it was still the feeling of winter, spring was creeping up just around the corner with the sun warming them up just enough. The smell was like fresh laundry, almost like someone continually cleaned their sheets.

She pulls herself together in order to have a good time. Her first plan was to visit what Jinwoo used to call "Toblerone Mountain". Like from the chocolate bar they always ate. Another train ride takes her closer to the Alps and it was breathtaking (literally). It took awhile for her to adjust to brightness of the snow as everything was white. As planned, she took a picture of everything to show her friends.

"Do you want a picture?" Another tourist offers, also equipped with the chocolate bar she held. "I can help!"

"Yes, please," she smiles for the first time in that trip. "Thank you."

Then, it was back to the village where she helped herself to a feast. Not worrying a single reprimanding of gaining weight and the pressure of looking proper in front of others. She wore whatever she wanted and had no care who checked on her. Minseo enjoyed every bit of what she could before she was reminded of what she truly came there for. Though the facility had rejected her initial wish, a message was given that they wish to see her, nonetheless. She looks at her phone with no regard for the email. Minseo could only reply briefly of it.

To: DIGNITAS

RE: Visitation

I've decided to contract my request to meet you all in the facility and will take in consideration about my medical needs in my home country. I've decided to come face to face with my loss and being a visitor here in Switzerland had made me accept. At this time, I'd like to send my regards to the counsel …

[petricur]

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing ➝ antiresolution

It was Wednesday, and it only meant one thing. He made it a habit to frequent a reclused underground bar in Gangnam. The theme fit perfectly with his own, entertaning a new vice for the trade of feelings and woes. Shrugging off his coat he hangs it over his seat, and him being a regular there, the bartender has his drink ready without asking. He does not hesitate to wash down the first drink, and then came another and another. He was on his fifth one, feeling the lulling of the alcohol already kicking in. The music was too loud for his liking, but it kept him away from thinking. His head unconsciously moves to the music, his body slowly swaying to the beat.

"Do you usually have this much fun? Damn, without me?"

His eyes peel open and his head comes to a halt, this remark instantly annoys him and he cannot recall in what instance of his life he has heard this tone before. Yohan cranks his head to the side and there he sat. Wenhan. Yohan can't help but take a moment to digest what he was witnessing, this man has only been seen in photos. Despite Wenhan's attempts of meeting with him, Yohan always follows up with neglect. He thinks it hurt Wenhan's pride or somehing. However, the curiosity is mutually recognized between these two men and they can say they've been waiting for a granted moment. Wenhan can't take no for an answer, at least Yohan learned that much from their texts. And this moment right here only reaffirms that. He can't tell why Wenhan was there with him. Then again, he would find him capable of doing so. Unbeknown to Yohan's knowledge, he had been in the bar the entire time. He's now a shadow amongst corridors, but that did not mean he could not have fun. The man utilized Yohan's frame to conceal his own, the dim lighting of the bar helped, and while doing so Yohan takes notice of Wenhan's cautious movements, which brings back a brief conversation with Minseo. There he is, thinking. He didn't want to think. She had briefly mentioned a gunshot, a month back.

"Aren't you not supposed to be seen? I also heard about your wound, is it healing well?"

Yohan gives him a hard pat over the shoulder, rewarding him a smile. Wenhan feels a sharp pain detonate on his side, he swiftly grabs on Yohan's wrist tightly.

"Don't make a scene. I don't have much time." He pauses briefly, taking Yohan's freshly poured whiskey and downing it in a second. The liquor burns the back of his throat and he winces briefly. Yohan's hand remained on his shoulder, and now balls his shirt into a fist.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"You and I have matters to take at hand, stop ignoring my texts. So let's meet properly next time, for a drink, stabbing someone in the chest, or maybe a spar where you fail to hit my perfect face, you choose." Yohan clenches his jaw and he won't admit to himself the reason why he hasn't destroyed this man's face yet, so there he is thinking, again. He releases him and faces front. Wenhan complies and remains silent for a moment, before he drops a location, a date and an hour. Will they meet? Wenhan grabs Yohan's hanging coat, throwing it over himself and it changes his silhoutte just like a chameleon. "Thanks for the keep sake." Is the last things he says before disappearing into the dimmed lighted bar, leaving an upset Yohan thinking.

[kidelune]

I had a nightmare with you again. Or maybe just your face from a past life. Sometimes I wonder if I'm mixing up these versions of you, so remind me which one is real.

Antiseptics and citrus get along like oil and water, incompatible in such a way that mimics a foot on the throat. The clock on the otherwise empty wall ticks slowly past an hour late, or maybe it's his phone that's set an hour too early, as visiting hours have far been passed beyond general toleration. The curtains embrace what can only be afterthoughts of early evening behind them, written poems by jaded rays and lazy specks of starlight.

Kijun sits in the room's furthest corner, haunting the old shadows and detritus of disease and pain in red leather and Gucci pour homme. The unfortunate chair has been sweating his back, and his hands are busy, wristwatch telling the approach of something like arrest. Wenhan's basket of fresh tangerines weighs his lap, reminding him of where he is every time he digs up another victim that'll further colour his cuticles yellow.

He'd been peeling through it for what he would guess is half an hour, waiting for Wenhan to wake, or for the heart monitor to hit a spike before flatlining. Either or would be fine; the skinned tangerines would testify in favour of his liability. Lives and deaths of bastards were not in his hands anymore. Nothing really ever was.

A raging maelstrom has been unfurling beneath those eyelids, though Kijun sees none of it beyond rotan and scuffed white sneakers. But the heart is the most flawed of all organs; no matter the man or his relationship with his nightmares, it could divulge any barricaded secret had it a tool for conversation. Like a ghost rapping within the walls, Wenhan's heartrate fluctuates on listening ears.

There's a name in the rhythm of it, a lie. Then he wakes, nirvana a far cry from those eyes, and Kijun has to pretend he can't tell. Tangerine juice trickles to his wrist, ice cold against his beating blood and Wenhan's rasp.

"I'm pleased to antagonize your consciousness even in REM state, like your own manic pixie paralysis demon." He says in seamless mandarin, just after a long pause. "Next time, I'm sitting directly on top of your chest, and will count how many seconds it'll take for you to asphyxiate. I hope you can swim."

Emerging from silence with sticky, orange-dyed palms and a humourless stare, he offers the devastation of being perceived to two waking palms. Drawing the chair to the bedside forces him to acknowledge his bleeding lip, the slight tremor in a grip that nearly fails once on the chair's arm. It's been far too long since he smoked last, maybe an hour or two. It makes him look wild and aware, a sleepless animal in red.

Like the abandoned citrus, Wenhan becomes the pack of Marlboro in his jacket pocket. His sleepy drawls and how he smells increasingly of ire and antibacterial as he shifts into seating arrest haywire nerves, each breath a drag. Kijun scoffs once seated, as if it were all inconsequential.

"What does it matter which one is real if they're all me in the end? You said it yourself, they're versions of me, and I say they're still me in spite of that." He turns to pour water from the canteen, thickly swigs the first dreg then offers the second glass to Wenhan. "In my head, it doesn't really matter which angle you look up to me from, as every face you'll find will be mine anyway. All of 'em are real."

The sun is setting with unapologetic hues of violet and rose and though the curtains absorb most of the onslaught, some shades manage still to slip through the cracks and turn dark eyes into a reflecting pool. When they sit still for long enough, Kijun can see himself reach for Wenhan's hand as the glass grows empty at his request. The whiff of citrus slips across tan, threadbare fingers that remind him of rare summer colds.

He presses the ugly scar in his palm flush against Wenhan's pulse, like a priest would thumb your forehead in front of Jesus. Except there's nothing ceremonious about it. Only nurture, and lies. "I'll feign chivalry for charity, though, for your eagerness. I know bullet wounds aren't fun recovery."

Then, as casually as waxing the weather poetic, Kijun takes two of Wenhan's digits and cracks them backwards. Flesh and bone stretched so completely out of bounds they become limp. Red stains red. Red stains orange, and white and fading sunshine. Kijun's toes curl, as do the corners of his mouth. A smile that's always happened around dimples and freckles.

"Does that answer your question, darling?"

And then he's back in the farthest corner, basket in his lap and eyes downcast. There's a familiar hunger in his veins, the solution in his pocket, or stretched in slumber on the hospital sheets. None of the passing footsteps outside can smell what's about to happen; only the room smells like it knows. The memory tucked in a basket of tangerines he can tell were hand picked by someone who cares. They smear and dye, wet on his hands like a warning between his knuckles. Is this nightmare his, or is it Wenhan's?

[antiresolution]

Killing a Ghost.

@chenosias @minseologs @liux14n

The funeral portrait of Osias disturbs him in a clinical way. Its glassy reflection mirrors the cold pose captured inside a simple wooden frame. What he knew of Osias had been built from words of others. Words alive with contradictions, rumors and facts alike creating the bold outline of an artist clever enough to outrun death after kissing its chapped lips. 

“Who’s body do you think it is?”

Wenhan’s hushed voice in a crowd of grim faces doesn’t stop the warning stab of Minseo’s heel into the leather toe of one shoe. Minseo’s hands go to his tie after she sets flowers on a table of offerings. He stares at the bouquet of gold chrysanthemums now decorating plates of food and handwritten notes. 

“It doesn’t matter, dear.” 

Externally they paint the picture of a well-fitting couple, and always circle each other in a silent dance of disagreement. Tension that would dissolve into bickering on the ride home before Minseo blew out speakers with tchaikovsky loud enough to rattle his fucking teeth. 

They lock eyes when she tightens the knot at his throat. 

“It should," he murmurs. 

Someone would always pay the price from an abandoned past, and part of that cost appears as dark circles under his brother’s curiously alert eyes. Wenhan entertains strangers with a facade of charm if only to give Xian and Jun a moment of reprieve from an unending line of shallow condolences and the weight of grief. Always lingering a few paces behind his brother like some ghostly shadow. He watches the pride holding Xian’s posture upright sink the moment they’re both out of the main room. Witnesses the shudder of truth cross Xian’s features from the reflection in the bathroom mirror. The moment Xian notices Wenhan, he straightens up, as if nothing had broken free. 

“Nice of you to show your face, ge.” 

Wenhan notices the knife edge on the tip of Xian’s tongue. Bitterness over his absence, maybe. Swelling anger with no one to give it to, more likely. But he doesn’t bother to return the blow. He stands beside his brother, fumbling with the other’s lapel. Xian stands stiff, but doesn’t move or protest as Wenhan pins a white lily to the front of his suit. The last time he’d held his brother’s grief, he’d been a child. They both were. Now the questions lining Xian’s face decorates a sharp gaze with the power to bring a world to its knees instead of a child’s eyes looking to him for answers. Now that he knew the truth, he chose to hide it.

“It’s not your fault.” Wenhan's voice shifts when he speaks in Mandarin. Losing such carefully masked control for a softer honesty. Xian’s eyes drift from his face. “Let’s eat together after, huh. All of us.” 

“How long are you staying?”

Xian is looking at him again. This time it’s wenhan’s turn to avoid a prying gaze as he spins on his heel to walk them both back into the funeral hall. The truth is he’d been gone in a week. It wasn’t safe to show his face publicly for too long. Not unless he wanted to give his father an idea of who to threaten, and where to strike. 

And the lie? 

“As long as you need me.”

– 

An oncoming chill from rain taps at his bones and forces him awake walking the Dongmun market just after dawn. He looks at lines of fish hanging like a rainbow of kites, then wastes time picking at mandarins wrapped in boxes for tourists. Following the scent of eggs and butter leads him to a display lined with steamed buns and walnut cakes. He hides his smile when the young woman working the stall ignores him. Yuqin had chopped her hair to her ears since last month after swearing this time she’d grow it out long enough for a braid. He could see the constellation of moles leading from her neck to her cheeks.

“I’d like three pineapple buns.”

She doesn’t even look up from rearranging the rice cakes to fill holes caused by hungry hands. There’s a plate of the desired crisp bread next to her elbow. 

“I’m all out, sorry.”

“Maybe some dried plums, then, jie.” 

Her eyes narrow on him when he switches into Cantonese. “How many…” 

“Just one bag.” Yuqin stares down Wenhan’s cat grin. “You owe me.”

“If I’d known I’d have your foot on my throat, I would’ve taken my chances staying in Guangzhou.” She tosses a few bags of plums into a basket, boxing random pastries and fruit. Inside one box would be a cz85 pistol. Another box would conceal a half full magazine. “Do you even have money to pay me? Heard you quit the circus.” Still, she lets him take it without a fight. 

Wenhan watches her use sign language after a group of men walk by. He pulls down the rim of his ball cap when one of them glances at the stall.

‘I won’t be here next time you need me. It’s not safe anymore’

“I thought you hated dried plums.” Yuqin’s gaze is heavy with unspoken questions.

Yet hate wasn’t the right word. Guns bored him. His mother taught him about concealing knives as well as ballet. Maybe he’d inherited her distaste for bullets like the sharp slope of her nose and eyes.

“I thought you swore you’d stop selling them.”

Yuqin swore she’d have her peace. Open a bakery, adopt a stupid dog, live a simple life. And here they both were, still running from the same fate with a different face. Wenhan smiles even knowing they might not see each other again. At least not alive. He lets his feet carry him out of the marketplace, filling his shoes with beach sand and rocks. Keeping his head down to escape curious looks from fisherman and divers. He wouldn’t have much time to search Osias’ boat, and he didn’t need Minseo hearing about his trip from anyone else. Anyone on this island could be part of her business, and he would never know everything. 

What free wall space the boat’s lower cabin has is decorated with few photographs and loose handed sketches. Xian would hate to see his face on full display, even if it was a smiling face next to Jun and candids of strangers. Still, the idea of his younger brother's annoyance is enough to tug lips into a half-smile that disappears when he kicks aside empty take out boxes. 

So this is what one face of peace looked like. Isolated in a dungeon by the sea with the comforting smell of shit to sleep next to. 

Wenhan knocks at baseboards, listening for a dull echo. Any clues to hidden compartments holding weapons, money, drugs. Anything more to look at besides useless sentimental nothings. Something to make it worth the paranoia that drove him here. Worth the decisive weight in his decision to erase the liability Osias had become.

Yet all he finds is a simple notebook. Its pages were already gutted with writing. Decorated with graceful words that didn’t match Wenhan’s opinion of a reckless junkie. He thumbs through confessions as if it were his own diary, ignoring how initial disappointment ebbs away. Replaced instead with curiosity he would deny. 

Then the floor creaks, and Wenhan sways to avoid the second body barreling inside the cabin. The diary is lost under two pairs of wrestling feet, and he feels the slice of a blade in his side before he sees Osias. They greet each other with the shock of widened eyes and spitting curses. Wenhan keeps Osias’ wrist twisted away from what would have been a lethal stab at his gut.

“What the fuck–” 

“I liked this shirt…” he bites into the complaint as his side throbs. He hadn't been stabbed in a while. How annoying. How– 

Fun.

“What are you even here for– shit. You fucking stalker.” 

“What for…?” Wenhan blinks, as if he were as innocent as a child. Then he’s sucking in a breath, hissing between his teeth as he clamps a hand over his side. He could only hope the wound was shallow. “You’re the one that said I should visit.”

“Maybe I was being fucking facestious, bro.” 

They stand there, mirroring a strange calmness in each other that doesn’t match the shed of blood pooling hot and slick under Wenhan’s palm. Osias had been shocked, but his face didn’t carry the same surprise. As if he had been waiting for a threat to manifest. It could have been anyone.

“Answer.”

“I came here to kill you.” The confession is said simply, without hesitation or a flicker in expression. It would be easy to snap that thin neck between his hands. Take the boat out far enough and dump a body no one would even be looking for. Simple to have its insides cleaned and returned to Minseo’s docks as if it had never been gone. Everyone back home was already mourning, and he’d just give them a good reason for the grief. 

Then, Wenhan laughs. 

“Could you imagine? That’s so stupid. Too anticlimactic.”

Osias doesn’t say anything, but gapes soundless pain when Wenhan launches a knee into his gut. The knife spins into a dark corner. He uses the brief shock to move out of reach and closer to the exit. Osias leans against the opposite end of the boat, hunched as if he were prepared to swing, but neither of them move. 

“I brought you something.” Wenhan tilts his head towards the basket of pastries and fruit.

“I don’t want anything from you... Jesus, you just can’t say anything straight can you.”

“It’s for when you move on.” Wenhan never believed this plan would work, not for long. “Somewhere Minseo can’t protect you.” Or when she decides this isn’t worth the trouble. 

Osias glances at the blood soaking between his fingers. There’s a beat of hesitation, then he rolls his eyes.

“Whatever… sit down, ya cryptic asshole. Or bleed outside if you want." Osias is already digging inside a small cabinet “--or bleed out if you want.”

If it’s pride that roots his feet to the floor and keeps him standing, he’d blame morbid curiosity for sinking down into a chair and pulling up his bloody shirt. 

Osias almost immediately presses a cloth into his side after the bored assessment. Wenhan feels the burn of antiseptic and grinds his teeth, nearly not catching the mutter. “Jie would kill me for this.” 

“She would, because she’s kind. You should worry about Xian when he figures out your stupid plan.” Wenhan watches Osias’ face carefully as he murmurs,  “for someone that writes so much about being better off dead, you try really hard not to die.” 

He half expects Osias to stab him twice if that glare was any sort of warning. But the other stays quiet as he works, and Wenhan focuses on the drawings over walls after failing to earn a reaction. For a moment, he could recognize the peace Osias chased in this sort of silence. Isolation and freedom could be one and the same. 

What was far more cruel than death lived in the consequences of free will. Neither of them would admit they recognized the same sort of cruelty in each other. An identical selfishness. The fact they would always choose themselves over anyone else. 

When Wenhan starts laughing to himself, seemingly at nothing, Osias threatens to throw him into the sea if he keeps fucking fidgeting.

Killing a ghost is knowing what it means to live under its skin. 

[slumdogd]

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

@antiresolution + "If you came here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it."

“If you came here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.” Wenhan says from the door way, wedged between the door and its frame as he looked Lì over with an indifferent regard. There’s a silence shared between them with their mutual glance, dark eyes staring back at his own; which were sleepless and puffy from crying. Wenhan is gone the next moment, door left swinging wide as if to say come in.

Lì toes off his shoes by the door, closing it behind him as he made his way into the house he had frequented one other time. “So she told you all of it?” He cringes internally, feeling completely small at the idea that Minseo Jie had told Wenhan about his drunk driving and inconsolable nature over a particular mutual friend. There’s a lump in his throat as he moves toward the kitchen, teetering at the edge of the kitchen counter where he watches Wenhan pour a drink for himself, then for Lì.

“Yes.” He says it a little dully as he sips from his glass of wine, hand pushing forward Lì’s own glass toward him. “You could have ended up around a tree, you know.” He says it in a way that isn’t laced with concern, but a curiosity.

He’s silent, then, and takes a languid sip of wine, notes of fruity dryness to it. “Has he been here…?” His voice almost cracks as he asks it, back turning in embarrassment at the fact and he leans with his back to Wenhan, bench cool under his elbows that rested against them.

“He was.” The voice says from behind him, calculative, curt. “We talked about it some.”

“Was he upset?” He asks, and it backfires on him, the thought of the man upset causing his own eyes to water.

“That, among other things. He drank quite a bit.” Wenhan’s tone is lighter now, moving from the kitchen to the lounge with ease, slumping down onto the couch with a barely audible thud, and Lì’s mind shifts as he goes quiet yet again.

He imagines stiff shoulders hunched over, probably holding a glass of some amber-looking liquid and finely curated brows knitted together as he drank in silence. It forces Lì to grab his drink and throw back the rest of the liquid, evoking a grimace of distaste across his face. “So what you mean is he was angry, probably.”

“You know him like I do, don’t you?” Wenhan says, and the image of Taeil on the couch is gone as Lì sits down in the spot beside Wenhan, his head lulling back against it as he slumps back, eyes staring over at the side profile that was exposed to him. He thought to himself briefly that he’d get Wenhan to sit still for him one day, just for a little scribble. His gaze is met, the weight of his eyes seemingly heavy on the other, but surely, by now, Wenhan was used to Lì’s awfully observant nature. It was something they had discussed before, anyway. That he liked to stare, that he couldn’t help his stare.

“Tell me it’ll be okay, ge.” Lì’s voice falls quiet, and his eyes move to stare up at the ceiling as if waiting for it to crack apart and crush him. Oh how he wished it would crush him…

“I don’t know that didi, but I only hope for your sake, it will be.” And then there’s silence between them that the both of them are comfortable being in, unsure what to even say as the night drones on.

[uroborosymphony]

❝  we’ve done this all before — we were angels once, don’t you remember? joy and life inside our souls, and nobody knows, just you and me. it’s our secret.  ❞

⠀⠀ Ilana & Wenhan.

Natasha, pierre, & the great comet of 1812 lyrics starters.

Her apparel was made of white. On every day that followed the funerals, the color has not left her skin. Lost in her thoughts, one could say she often was, traveling through universes built inside her head. Her relationship to Grief has always been abrasive, acerbic, rough. She could not grief. Refused to. Haunted with dreams of vendettas and epics of vengeance, unable to escape these obsessions and fixations on a justice served by her own hand. In such a life made of battles and wars, gentleness was required in this winter of the mind, and there was some in Wenhan's words. To every single word ever addressed to her from him - that she realized - he was gentle to her. It was unpredictible however, the moments and times she could share with him, for a dance, for a talk, all was cherished. 

Were they, in a previous life, similar moments exchanged between the two? 

The cold of the air in these outdoor gardens were smoothed by the timid rays of light walking on the rare pieces of exposed skin, and the warmth of her smile to his words. A smile that spread light to her pupils, the corners of her eyes drawing crescents at the thought of their angel selves. Her gloved hands were resting down her lap on the white fur of her long coat as she was sitting by his side, on the wood of a bench, her gaze on the bushes of flowers accross the pond.  "Out of my nine lives, this is my last one, my last dance. When have we met? On my second? My third? On all of them? Mmm perhaps in both our curse and bless of resurrecting together, you are the one in charge of remembering and reminding me of it all. Our secret is safe." Her voice is tender. Melancholic. Almost nostalgic as if a piece of her soul could replay their adventures of greater pasts. There was a feeling, this unsovable enigma that Wenhan was to her - and perhaps the one she was to him. Orientating her head to the side, her eyes looked for his. He would never confide on certain aspects of his life - not that she ever asked. In a way she felt like she didn’t have to, that they didn’t need the surface information of each other’s favorite color for their minds to waltz on the same symphony.

"Would you say we have fallen? That the holiness we once had, the joy, the life, has vanished as we kept on rebirthing?” She questionned, not sure of the answer herself. “For the first time in a long time though, I feel at peace with my choices. As if,”  The words danced inside her head. Willing to say it, without saying it. The tale of everything she did in this purgatory, of the dirt and blood she had on her hands. It was at the tip of her tongue. She wondered what was at the tip of his.  “As if even if we lost our wings, I would embrace hell with a smile on my face.” And there is, a malicious almost deranged smile passing by her lips for a mere second, betraying the angelic nature of her features.  “As if even if we lost our wings, I would embrace hell with a smile on my face.” And there is, a malicious almost deranged smile passing by her lips for a mere second, betraying the angelic nature of her features.

 “Will you be there with me too, when we do this all over again in the flames?” 

[mingi-bubu]

li wenhan x reader, cute autumn fluff <3

The steam from the cup of hot chocolate you were holding slightly blurred the glass in front of you. You had been curled up in your favorite comfy chair by the window, reading a book that you had been trying to start for ages now, life and work getting in the way. You had your favorite pair of warm, fuzzy socks on, and you were wearing a soft long-sleeved shirt and your most comfortable jeans as Wenhan was taking you out for dinner later tonight.  You didn’t have the TV on, and your phone was lying off to the side, quiet and screen black.  The low sound of the radio and Wenhan puttering around the kitchen made a welcome break to the silence.  It worked like white noise to you, just lulling you into a greater concentration.  However, the sound of the back door opening and closing again is what broke you out of your concentration moments ago.  You look over your shoulder, turning slightly, and call out towards the kitchen, “Wenhan?”  When you don’t hear anything, you furrow your brows, setting your mug down on the side table next to you.  You call out his name again, folding the top corner of the book, dogearing the page so you can come back to it, and set it down next to the mug.

You startle, jumping in your chair, when something bangs against the window.  Clutching at your heart, you turn back to the window to see Wenhan on the other side, laughing at you.  He had on a slightly puffy jacket, enough to keep warm against the autumn chill, though it would probably do shit-all against the freezing temperatures of winter.  He also had on the hat you had gotten him near the Dōngzhì Festival last year.  It was a handmade, brown and darker orange yarn, knit beanie with a puffball on top.  The puffball danced around as Wenhan laughed, imitating what you assume your reaction was.  You stick your tongue out at him, and he starts calming down, though the joy was still evident in his smile, in his eyes.  You smile softly, feeling your heart flutter still after all this time, at seeing his happiness.  He motions for you to come out.  You look behind him, taking in the colorful leaves that were falling from the trees sporadically with every new gust of wind.  And then you look back at Wenhan, his hopeful, rabbit-esque smile bright, and you nod.  The idea of rejecting his invitation barely passed your mind.

You get up out of your chair and start walking around your house, trying to remember where you had thrown your own slightly puffy jacket and scarf the other night when you got home from work.  You glance into your living room again and you see your scarf partially under the sofa.  “How did that even...” you mutter, crouching down to grab it.  Wrapping it around your neck, you begin your hunt for your jacket, your socked feet padding around the hardwood.

You hear the back door open and close again and Wenhan’s voice comes from the kitchen, slightly whiny.  “YN,” he draws out, “love, why don’t you want to come outside with me?”

“Hanhan,” you imitate him, looking up as he walks into the room.  “love, I can’t find my jacket.”

“Did you check the closet?”

“Did I check the-” you scoff.  “Wait, did I check th-”

“No,” Wenhan cuts you off, smile on his face as he tosses your jacket on your head.

“Li Wenhan!”  You shout, taking your jacket off of your head and shoving your arms through the sleeves as fast as you can as Wenhan laughs, running back into the kitchen and, if the banging of the door says anything, outside.  You shove your shoes on, barely managing to make sure that they were on the correct foot in your rush.  Once tied, you make your way through the kitchen as well and the door bangs once again as you make your way outside.

The first gust of cool wind after being inside your cozy home steals your breath away for a few moments.  Zipping up your jacket, you make your way over to where Wenhan was standing under one of the trees in your yard.

“Glad you could make it,” he teases, grabbing your hand when you’re in reach.

“I had an invitation I wasn’t allowed to refuse.”  You say back, tone dry.  You grab his other hand and start swinging them slightly.  “It’s nice out today.”

He hums in agreement.  The wind blows through the branches and leaves scatter down around you, bright reds and oranges showing up starkly against the still-green grass.  It wasn’t quite late enough in the season yet for the grass to turn brown, though you could smell it in the air that it was going to happen soon.  The sunlight was weak as it came through the clouds, just as it always is in autumn.  But for whatever reason, the watery light felt brand new to you as you and Wenhan just stood in front of each other, relishing being in the other’s company.  Besides, the sound of the leaves rustling and the birds twittering at each other filled the silence well enough.

The semi-silence was broken by your laughter as a leaf flew into his face, obscuring it in bright red-purple.  “No, no, it’s cute!”  You protest as he takes the leaf and starts trying to put it on your face.  Your arms come up to block his evil plan.  In the corner of your eye you see a pile of leaves that Wenhan must’ve been raking together earlier while you were reading.  “Did you ever jump in leaf piles when you were younger?”  You ask suddenly, childhood memories coming back to you in a rush.

“Not really,” he replies, letting go of the leaf and looking over at the pile.

“Do you want to?”

“Do I just... go for it?”

“You need to check that there aren’t any sticks or rocks in it, that way we don’t end up having to go to the hospital instead of dinner.”  You remember your dad gathering you and your cousins together, squatting by the leaf pile and explaining.  You do the same now, sticking your hands into the pile and moving them around to see if there were either of the aforementioned dangers.  Wenhan follows suit, going opposite you and sticks in his hand as well.

“What do we do with sticks if we find them?  Throw them back in the yard?”

You tilt your head, thinking, as you pull out a few sticks.  “I suppose we could.  They’re going to get raked back up anyways.  We could also make a fire.”  You hold the sticks, waiting for Wenhan’s answer.

He pulls out a stick of his own and considers it for a few seconds.  “We can make a fire another night, if that’s alright with you?”  You nod and the both of you turn slightly, one knee coming to rest on the ground, and you throw them several yards away.  After a few minutes of leaf pile cleansing, the both of you deem it safe.  However, the pile had turned into more of a pancake.  You turn back to the house and grab the rake from where it was leaning on the side of the house.

“I’m just going to quickly re-pile them and then you can, as you said earlier, just go for it.”  You quickly get to work and the pancake turns back into a pile.  Setting the rake off to the side, not bothering with walking all the way back to the house, you nod confidently.  “Okay Hanhan, you may now live out a childhood moment.  Just go for it.”  You smirked at his roll of eyes but stood back and watched how he walked a few paces away.  He bit his lip nervously and looked over at you.

“Why am I feeling so nervous about this?”  He laughs.  “I’ve performed in front of huge crowds and right now that feels easier than this.”

You feel a surge of sympathy for him and say, “Do you want me to go first?  So you can see how it’s done?”  He nods and the two of you trade places.

You jump a little bit in place, feeling child-like excitement in your veins once again at the prospect of feeling the mix of dry and slightly damp leaves around you, of hearing the crunch as you squish them down.  And as you fall into the leaves, you’re relieved to find that, despite so many things changing as you age, the feeling of joy and freedom in doing this is the exact same as when you were six.  You roll over onto your back and stare up at the gray sky, breathing in the scent of the dying leaves and crisp air.  You close your eyes and savor it.

You open them as Wenhan flops down next to you.  “I don’t think I understand.”  He states, copying you and looking up at the sky.

“R.I.P to you,” you start, slowly grabbing a handful of leaves, “but I’m different!”  You turn and throw the leaves at him and cackle at his surprised sputtering.  All too soon though, it’s your turn to spit leaves out of your mouth as Wenhan retaliates.  This leads to the two of you having a battle, throwing leaves at each other and shoving leaves down the back of shirts.

Wenhan finally is able to get the upper hand and rolls you onto your back, his hands holding your wrists down as you struggle futilely.  Eventually, you give up and just look at him.  He’s looking down at you, everything about him radiating joy and love.  He’s backlit by the weak sunlight and his cheeks and nose are pink from the cold.  Leaves and leaf bits cling to his hat and has a few of the damper leaf bits on his face.  You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him more handsome than he is in this moment.  You’re quiet and still as he lets go of your wrists, one hand coming to rest next to yours.  The other comes up and picks a few leaves out of your hair.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and you wonder how, after all this time, he still makes you feel like he did when you first met.  His hand that was picking off leaves now comes down to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking over your cheek.  He leans in and you close your eyes in anticipation.  And he doesn’t disappoint.  Somehow, despite having been in the cold autumn air for so long, his lips are warm.  Your hands come up to cup his face in return and smile into the kiss.  All too soon he pulls away, face decidedly more pink than before, but a goofy, love-struck smile spreads across his face.  He leans back and sits down properly in the leaves, stretching out a hand to help you sit up as well.

“Okay,” he says, moving his hand so he can twine his fingers through yours.

“Okay,” you repeat, squeezing his hand.

“I think I understand now.”

[maplecornia]

Maple RECOMMENDATION time

Today I'm going to be talking about a group called UNIQ.

They are a group that I've loved ever since I got into Kpop and just recently I have gotten into their music again.

Background

So Uniq is a Chinese Korean boy group who debuted in 2014. They are apart of the company Yuehua entertainment, who also hosts the popular girl group, Everglow.

Originally Yuehua was purely Chinese which was why this group was considered a Korean-Chinese boy group. They had 3 Chinese members and 2 Korean members. At their peak, they were really popular in China, but also promoted in Korea

FUN FACT: these boys were also training as a third team in YG entertainments survival show. A show which also included groups such as WINNER and iKon. However, for unknown reasons, they didnt join and debuted a year after WINNER.

Their debut song was "Falling in Love" (which is a BOMB debut if I do say so myself) and they have both a Chinese and Korean version of it. A year later they came back with the title track to their first album, "EOEO".

This comeback was their most successful and could have made way for more comebacks in the future and a eventual boom of popularity for them.

They did have some recent singles released in 2018-2019 but shortly after 2019 was when activity and promotions stopped.

HOWEVER

There wasn't any word of the group disbanding, so to this day they are still considered an active group despite their inactivity (lolol see what I did there?)

Their members now focus solely on solo activities and promotions in all fields (I'm on FIRE today). Such as acting, music, and modeling.

Members

There are 5 members in total, 2 Korean and 3 Chinese as stated above. Each member is fluent in Chinese and Korean, which no doubt was useful considering their promotions in those two countries.

Now onto the members!

Zhou Yixuan

Chinese leader

Lead rapper

Vocalist

Lyricist

In 2017 he was a part of a competition called "Rap of China". He was able to pass four rounds, but was unable to get into the finals ):

Since then he has ventured into acting and released a few solo EPs. Since he's a songwriter (after all he did write those two title tracks for his group), he's also written a few songs for Uniqs junior group, NEXT.

In 2019 he participated in a survival show called "All For One" and was able to debut with the group New Storm. Their single is "Get High" and is pretty good, so check them out!

Nowadays he is more or less active with the group, but I haven't heard much from him.

Kim Sungjoo

Korean leader

Main vocalist (with the voice of an ANGEL I'm telling you)

He can speak Japanese

Sungjoo isn't really active as a singer much nowadays, even though he has a solo song in Chinese. Instead, he's had more activity in the acting industry.

In 2017 he played a minor role in the drama "A Liar and His Lover" (one of my personal favorites). And in 2018 he played a hacker in "My Secret Terrius".

He enlisted in for mandatory service in the military in 2020, so now he is currently serving his time there. He won't really be active much until 2022 when he is discharged. (And yes that breaks my heart 💔)

Li Wenhan

Vocalist

Chinese

He can speak English

PLUS he can beatbox

He ALSO has participated in a survival program in 2019, called "Idol Producer 2" (aka Youth With You, which is the same survival show Lisa is currently a trainer for now).

Due to his popularity and SKILLZ he was able to debut in first position with the group UNINE. He was their leader, main vocalist, center, sub rapper, lead dancer, and face of the group.

Like I said...

SKILLZ.

Sadly though, UNINE has since disbanded in October of last year, only a year after their initial contract.

Nowadays he has very subtle activities, mainly appearing on variety shows and stuff in China.

Cho Seungyeon

Main rapper

Vocalist

Korean

you might know him as WOODZ

2016, he debuted as a soloist as well as producing many songs for c-pop, survival shows, and k-pop groups (such as Super Junior).

In 2019 he joined the last season of the Produce X 101 and ranked 5th overall. Thus, he was able to debut with X1. Their debut song "Flash" (which was a TOTAL bop btw) was sadly their only single and they disbanded shortly afterward.

Nowadays, he is active mainly in Korea under his solo name, WOODZ. I suggest you check out his stuff they are SO good and truly underrated.

Wang Yibo

Main dancer

Rapper

Visual

Vocalist

Maknae

He can be considered the most famous out of the group, most likely due to his role in the historical Chinese drama, "The Untamed" as one of the lead roles (let's be honest, most of yall know him from this...plus he's HAWT af) which was released in 2019.

A year earlier, however, he was a dance mentor for the Chinese version of Produce 101 (I swear all of them appearing on survival shows :,).

Last year, his team won on the show "Street Dance of China" where he was a fellow mentor alongside Lay (EXO) and Jackson (GOT7).

He is ALSO the MC on a popular Chinese show called "Day Day Up".

He is the one with the largest popularity and fan base. He's won multiple awards for his popularity and high respect towards him.

Maple POV

So you're probably wondering why I'm gushing over them, it's just that I really wish they could come back as a group. I really miss them and their songs are still SO GOOD even after all these years. They are one of those groups where they never die out, I guess I just wish they had more of a chance to shine in the spotlight.

Who knows? If we bring enough exposure to them, maybe Yuehua will organize a comeback. I know that they will really appreciate the chance to sing together again.

ANYWAYS STAN UNIQ BECOME A FELLOW UNICORN

(Their Fandom name is Unicorns...ISN'T THAT SO CUTE?!)

STAN UNIQ

STAN TALENT

And comment who else I should recommend ;)

Sources

Maple's brain

[rainbowsky]

When I see Li Wenhan being pap'd again with the same girl he was rumored to be dating since last year that his company had denied he was seeing, I wonder if maybe it's not the same with yb and if after all he's really dating mq as rumored several times while playing with fans throwing them fake bjyx hints. I just wish companies and idols would stop resorting to lies when it comes to dating rumors. It achieves nothing but breaching any trust you may put in their words.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Any rumor of DD dating a woman is fake fake fake. You don’t even need to read agency statements to know that - just watch DD. He’s never been into women. The idea that he’s spent years dating a woman is utterly absurd. The fact that they have to resort to photoshopped pictures in order to try to perpetuate these ideas should be a huge clue.

Look at the one picture where the ‘girlfriend’ has an Adam’s apple. I mean, they are not only faking all of these stories, they are doing a terrible job of it. I was joking to @jcisthebestfightme that it would be hilarious if the only photoshop source material they could find with DD's his face in tight with another person’s was one with him and GG.

Rumors of him throwing fake hints are slanderous and false.

You shouldn’t rely on statements from corporations or comments from antis to determine what you think of GGDD, you should see with your own eyes and trust your own judgment.

[kiran-ia]

✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face

“Wenhan...” her words soft as she looked into the eyes of the other — they were warm, as they always were with her. They told her that they cared, and she was always of some importance to someone even after all this time. She leaned ever so slightly into his hands that caressed her face carefully. The warmth lighting her body up and making her feel less lonely than she had in the last week. It had been hard, she’s been off and not herself. She would casually point the blame on her vigorous studying habits and keeping to herself and away from any living being, but it was something more. And if anyone knew her well enough to know that something was up and something was off it was Wenhan, her friend. Carefully she brought her own hand up and cupped his, her thumb trailing over the backside of his hand in a soothing motion before she found herself throwing her body at him for a full on embrace. He knew she needed some sort of touch, some sort of action to lighten her mood and make her feel less alone in this world. “You don’t even have to do anything and you make me feel better.. how did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life.. as my best friend even after all this time?” She slowly pulled back but never released him from the simple hug “thank you... for being here for me when I need you”

[seokmattchuus]

Ten Minutes - Wenhan

- Requested -

‘It’s not even a party-party’ She said. ‘He won’t even be there’ She said. 

Something told you not to go to with her tonight but no, you just had to let Sana drag you out. Sure, she didn’t know he’d be there either, but that didn’t really help your current situation.

But honestly, who even played seven minutes in heaven anymore? Let alone up the time? Who’s idea was it to make it ‘Ten minutes in heaven’? What happened to seven minutes? Seven was such a good number.

“Since neither of us want to be here, let’s just ignore each other until the time is up, okay?” Wenhan spoke harshly as he leaned against the closet wall.

You only nodded, not fond of the situation either. You had no idea why he was even upset with you. Sure, you were the one that wanted to break up, but he was the one that pushed you away.

As for your current situation, it was his idea if anything. When you were picked to go into the closet with him, you volunteered to drink instead, but of course, he said to just ‘hurry up’, even grabbing your wrist to drag you with him. 

But what was the point in dragging you into the damn closet if he was just going to be a bitch?

“Don’t look at me like that.” He spoke up, his voice shaking you from your thoughts.

“I’m not looking. I’m glaring.” You corrected.

“Well stop glaring at me like that.” He grumbled before standing up straight, the sudden action making you back up into whatever space you could.

“So much for ignoring each other.” You muttered.

He sighed in response, his eyes rolling.

“Can you at least drop the attitude?” You snapped. “I offered to back out, you didn’t let me, so now you’re stuck with me.”

“I didn’t let you because I don’t want you stuck with anyone else.” He said simply. “I’m the least of your worries compared to those idiots out there.” 

“Yeah, well I’d prefer them to you right about now.” You rolled your eyes as you turned so you could face the wall.

“If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t be doing nothing.” His tone held something you couldn’t recognize but you shrugged it off. “Especially if you give them the same view you’re giving me.”

You quickly moved to turn back around, a small scoff leaving your lips. Your dress wasn’t even that short. 

“Can you just shut up until the timer goes off?”

“Can you just shut up and stop acting like a brat?” He snapped back. “I’m doing you a favor. One that’s pissing me off just as much as it is you.”

“If it’s pissing you off then don’t do it.” You said simply, moving for the door handle but his hand caught yours before you could open it.

“I said stop acting up. Can’t you just listen?” His tone was more angry as he pushed you back in front of him.

“I don’t listen to assholes.” Your tone held it’s own anger as you tried to snatch your hand back but his grip only tightened.

“Well you’re going to have to listen to this one.” He stepped closer. “Like I said, it’s a favor.”

You tried once again to get your wrist back but he only stepped closer, the distance between the two of you officially nonexistence. 

“Can you not?” You tried to push him back but he wouldn’t budge. 

“Do you want to know why I’m pissed off?” His grip on your wrist tightened. “Because every single guy out there wouldn’t shut up about having you to themselves and I couldn’t take it.” He said. “So, yes. I’m taking advantage of the situation, but I’m trying to hold back. So can you please just shut up.”

It wasn’t a question and part of you was thankful that he didn’t want a response. But what gave him the right to be so demanding?

“Like I said.” You glared. “I don’t listen to asshol-”

You were cut off as he pinned your wrist to the side of your head.

“I told you,” He started, his free hand grabbing your other wrist and pinning it to the other side of your head. “To shut up.” He leaned in, now eye level with you. “You must really not like to listen, huh?”

“You already know I’m a brat.” You challenged. “So don’t act so surprised.”

“You’re my brat.” He smirked and you scoffed.

“Used to be.” You rolled your eyes, trying one last time to get your wrists back but to no avail.

“You can’t tell me you don’t miss it.” He challenged. “That you don’t miss me.”

You didn’t respond, opting to just glare at him. You did miss him, but why should he have the privilege of knowing that? 

“Why are you so quiet now?” He raised a brow. “You’ve had so much to say this whole time.”

You kept quiet but he didn’t seem to mind as he tilted his head and leaned in to place kisses along the side of your neck, letting out a light laugh as you sighed at the contact.

“What?” He smirked against you.

“W-Why are you-” You cut yourself off as he bit down on your sweet spot, the action having you squirming.

“I told you I was taking advantage of the situation.”

“What happened to holding back?” Your voice was giving you away but you really didn’t care.

“I said I was trying.” He corrected. “I’m not trying anymore.”

The words gave you a sudden boost of confidence and before you could stop it, you opened your mouth.

“So you missed me?” You smirked. 

“Why else would I have jumped at the opportunity to have you to myself?” He pulled away. “But unlike someone, I have no problem admitting it.”

“Then why are you taking your time?” You challenged.

“Because I’m an asshole.” He smirked.

“If I take it back will you hurry up?” You rolled your eyes.

“Someone’s demanding.” His tone was full of amusement and you were starting to wonder how much time had passed. 

“We’re pressed for time, y’know.” You kept your smile.

“Then I should get started.” He smirked, leaning back in to attack all of your sweet spots.

You bit your lip, suddenly remembering where you were.

In a closet.

At a party.

With people just feet away. 

“Can yo-” 

You were cut off as he bit harshly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, a moan falling from you as your back arched away from the wall.

“Still so easy.” You could feel his smirk against your skin as he moved to the other side, doing the same.

“It’s easy to say when you’re not the one getting marked up.” You grumbled, getting a harsher bite in return, your knees buckling at the feeling.

“Why? Do you want more?” He teased, pulling away from you and standing up straight. 

“Are you going to keep teasing me if I say yes?” 

“I won’t.” He smirked, letting go of your wrists and moving his hands to your hips. “Like you said. We’re pressed for time.”

“Then why are you still talking?”

“Because you didn’t answer me.” He smiled, squeezing your hips lightly before feeling them slide down towards your thighs. “I asked if you want more.”

You let out a shaky breath as his hand finally made contact with your thigh, the anticipation getting the better of you.

“Yes,” You licked your lips, feeling his hand slowly caressing your thigh before making their way up. “I want more.” 

“God, this dress is so short.” He groaned as his hand finally cupped you, slowly rubbing his fingers against you as he glanced down to watch your reaction. “Did you wear it to impress someone?” He teased, rubbing harder, a small whine coming from you.

“Shh, princess, wouldn’t want the others to hear you.” He teased, his hand moving to the hem of your panties, pulling them down and using his foot to tap yours so you’d spread your legs. “Or do you want them to?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before his fingers were back on you, rubbing slow circles on your clit, reveling in how your hips started to grind against his hand.

“Already so needy.” He whispered before sliding his hand down and pushing a finger into you.

“You said you weren’t going to tease.” You whined, earning a second finger, your head falling back against the wall.

“I’d like to be the only one to hear those little noises of yours.” He whispered, starting to pump his fingers, his free hand coming up to cover your mouth just in time before you moaned out. “So I’d like to not give you more than you can handle.”

Despite his hand over your mouth, you tried your best to mumble out that you could take it but his thumb rubbing over your clit had you shutting up mid-sentence.

“You can’t even take my fingers, princess.” He scoffed, speeding his fingers up and smirking as your hand reached out to grab his upper arm. “So, how am I supposed to fuck you in here?”

You let out a whine as your hips helplessly bucked into hand, silently hoping he’d do more.

“Especially after all that attitude you gave me earlier.” He grunted, adding a third finger. “I’d say you’d have to apologize first.”

Your eyes rolled back at the sudden fullness, the grip you had on his upper arm tightened as his thumb brushed against your clit.

“Maybe I shouldn’t even let you cum.” He threatened, pulling his fingers out of you and rubbing slow circles on your clit instead.

You quickly shook your head, trying your best to whine out a protest despite his hand in the way.

“Coming to a party in this tiny little thing.” He growled, his lips moving back to your neck but not bothering to be gentle about it anymore. “Thinking I wouldn’t even be here.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your ear. “If you were trying to end up with someone else, why should I make you cum?”

The hand that was over your mouth loosened up as you whined again. The way your eyes were tearing up had him slowly pushing his fingers back inside you, but not resuming the pace he had before.

“Please-” 

It came out muffled, but you couldn’t care less. You knew he knew what you were saying and that was enough for you.

“Wenhan pl-” You were cut off as his fingers went back to where they were before. 

Hearing his name, or at least some form of it come off your lips had him determined to make you cum. He could always save the teasing for later.

“Come on, princess.” He cooed, the softness of his voice having your stomach tightening. “I know how close you are.” He smirked, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly. “Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.”

The words alone were enough to be your downfall, but you couldn’t even enjoy it as someone knocked on the closet door.

“Time’s up!”

“I take it you’re leaving with me, then?” He smirked, taking his fingers out of you and bringing them up to his lips, the action making you shudder.

“I won’t tease you this time.”

[minseologs]

people’s will pt. 2

— Female, around early 30s found in Incheon pier and no identification. Found with multiple lacerations. Patient currently unconscious. Deformity noted on left clavicle and bullet wound on right upper thigh. Current vital signs: blood pressure 60/48, pulse 50, respiration 15, skin is pale and cold. Treatments: spinal motion restriction and BVM in place per BLS protocol. Requesting immediate trauma surgery. ETA 3 minutes. —

-

“I had a feeling she always knew the severity of her status being in danger,” Her lawyer piles all the paperwork she had taken care of following the process Minseo had left incase she had passed suddenly. She looks at the police officers with a stern look. “She never really mentioned anyone specific coming to get her or the fact that I just didn’t think it’ll be this soon.”

“Would you say were the contents of the will suspicious? Perhaps any major changes that we could speak to about?”

“That information is confidential, however I’d suggest going through everyone she knows. After all we can never be too safe.”

In the wake of Minseo’s attack, many people have found the events out of character but not out of place. In the family’s history, they can recall times where they’ve been in danger even before her existence as they’re placed in high security due to their status with in the business world. It also doesn’t stop the rumors to fly around as fast as it could. One by one, investigators have looked into what suspicious events have led up to the point of today, from friendships to employers— they were all suspects.

-

“It’s been noted that you frequently visited her home for days— some months ago,” the notepad of the officer sat close with possible leads. Xian’s eyes were nonchalant as he nods. “What were you doing there?”

“House sitting.” He was relaxed. Only curious about the other’s scribbling. “She went out of the country for vacation. In Switzerland. She has pictures.”

“Was she traveling or meetings anyone, you think?”

“Not that I know of. She told me it was a vacation.” Xian’s shoulder shrug, though his face didn’t show, he was worried about Minseo’s state knowing he could be where she was instead of waiting for a green light to see her. “Why can't we see her?”

The officers look at him with a dismayed feel, but understanding that the secretive nature of the case placed a toll in others.

“For your own safety as well, perhaps you should avoid her for the time being..."

-

“You were the last message from Minseo,” Bohyun was tense. He’s never been interviewed for information like this, let alone for someone he knew. He was away from all the events as the unexpected phone call is making him plan for the worst. “Before she was taken from her walk.”

“I swear we didn’t really talk about anything—“

“You left a mesage after announcing you didn’t want to speak before hand,” the officer turns back to his notes. “Then a voicemail asking about her conditions. Did you and Minseo have conflict recently? Some eyewitnesses saw you in company grounds arguing before.”

“That was a long time ago— and No.” He was stern, taking a deep breath and huffs out. “We have disagreements as friends. Like all friends do…”

-

His brows furrowed at the folder that was slid from across the table. Minseo’s lawyer following the protocols she was given once more, but Wenhan refused to accept. She counted him as next of kin, giving in to consideration of Minseo's wishes.

“You’re the first person to know—“

“She’s not dead,” he attempts to keep it all in, but his body language had already spoken for him. Tense and irritated. “You give a will when someone is dead— she’s not dead. She’s alive, I know that much. because I didn't see it myself.”

The woman sighs. He was correct, but also wanted to relay information that he needed to get ready “just incase”.

“You’re a possible person of interest, you know.” She mentions with little hesitation. “I believe it could help if you see what’s inside that. You refusing to comment or even give anything is already suspicious. Not to mention the nature of your relationship could be used against you. Neither engaged, married, even together? As far as the investigators think you are just a frequent visitor here.”

“I don’t need to if I don’t want to. They have nothing to prove.” His gaze land at the guards nearby, but it felt as though he wanted to flee from everyone’s stare. “Tell me how she is if you don’t grant me access to see her. How it is. Don’t bullshit me. You owe me that at least.”

“She was found at the docks the family owns. You are one of the people that know that place.” She begins, complying with his request. Wenhan’s irritation turns to a headache, closing his eyes at the thought. “She was shot on her thigh, suffering from a broken collarbone— internal bleeding in her torso. She was found with cuts in her body. Her face is unrecognizable at the moment since the bruises and inflammation are starting. Currently in a state of prolonged unconsciousness but they'll announce the official protocol for a coma if she doesn't wake up by two days; but I’m not sure if she’s making any progress last time I checked so I need you to cooperate because you are the successor she named. For everything domestic concerning about the two of you.”

"If it concerns everything domestic about us, you would let me be where she is," He was still for a moment, not even bearing a thought into thinking if Minseo really did place everything in his hands after he had walked away from his own family's pressure to be the heir, it can't be. The quietness made the woman uneasy. She could only assume what he thought. "It doesn't make sense."

“Fine, I can give supervised meet—“

Wenhan stands abruptly, requesting for a key to get a car ready. He made a quick decision to be there immediately, and the lawyer had no choice but to follow just as fast. To this point on, it was him they had to follow orders from.

-

“She’s alive—“ his lung takes a deep inhale of the cigarette between his hands, looking over his face from the damage she received from Minseo that night. "We can kill her in the hospital. That's fucking easy."

"She's on high watch, let alone they document everyone and everything around her," the woman paces around the rest of the board, looking grim at the thought Minseo will be well enough to name them as the attackers. "I'm gonna leave the fucking country-"

"They're going to come for all of us if our story doesn't line up," the nervousness in the man's voice was grim. "We have to think of something so they don't come closer... I already heard someone is speaking for her so we need to line everything-"

"It's over-"

"You can't just assume other people aren't helping-"

"Do you know how dangerous her family is?!"

"ENOUGH!"

Perhaps it was for the best that they continue to mask the ideology that one of them could run the company next, but the looming threat of being outed as the five that attempted to kill an heiress was also bad. These directors have been with the family even before the daughters could talk, they also knew how vengeful they could get. It was proven after seeing the operation from the inside. They were like experimental rats, waiting to see how they could resolved a botched way out.

"We will give our alibis. Until then, no one backs out, and no one talks to anyone else. Especially those who know her well.."

[blossom-hwa]

Calling You - TAEYONG

Started out for Taeyong, became for Wenhan, and went back to being for Taeyong :) If you followed me on my QCYN blog, I posted this there too, but I’ve taken it down. 

Maybe you’ll enjoy this little something before (hopefully) the next installment of Angels and Demons, which won’t be out for a while because fucking exams i hate life lmao

(on an unrelated note i saw nct 127 LIVE and they are ALL MORE HANDSOME IN REAL LIFE WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE)

Pairing: Taeyong x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.6k

Calling Taeyong only affirms your love for him and his for you. 

Hyunjin (SKZ) Ver. | NCT Masterlist 

[ 4:35 pm – You call Taeyong to tell him you’ll be a little late. ]

The traffic stretching along the street is no joke. Huffing in impatience, you check the time.

4:35 pm. You aren’t going to make it to your apartment before Taeyong gets there.

“Oh my God,” you groan, picking up your phone. “I should call him.”

“Hello?” Taeyong’s voice sounds through the speaker. “Why aren’t you back yet?”

“Traffic is murder,” you complain. “I’m literally one street away! I’ll be a little late, though.”

Taeyong’s pout is almost visible over the phone. “What am I supposed to do out here alone?” he whines. “What if someone recognizes me? Or thinks I’m a stalker?”

You digest his words. “Are you wearing that stalker-ish black face mask again?”

A short silence. Then – “So what if I am?”

“Tae, I literally told you that makes you look like a stalker. Or someone dangerous.” You roll your eyes.

“But Johnny and Yuta took my other ones.”

“Last time I checked, you didn’t only have three face masks.” The traffic moves forward an inch and you cheer internally.

“I couldn’t find the other two.”

“You are such a small child,” you complain, driving forward. “I’m almost home. Just wait a few more minutes.”

“Why’d you call me in the first place if you were just going to hang up?” Taeyong sounds like a toddler and you snort, imagining your strong, muscular boyfriend whining into his phone.

“To let you know I’d be late,” you snip. “Bye!”

“Wait!”

Your finger hovers over the end call button. “What?”

Taeyong’s voice turns sappy and teasing. “I love you!”

You roll your eyes, still unable to stop an exasperated smile from spreading across your face. “I love you too, Tae.” Then you end the call.

And by sheer luck, the cars in front of you move forward enough that you can make the necessary turn into the parking lot. Hastily grabbing your things, you lock the car, then sprint up two flights of stairs into the waiting arms of your boyfriend.

. . . . .

[ 5:45 am – Taeyong calls you to wake you up. ]

Your phone is ringing. Incessantly.

It’s annoying.

Blearily you blink, slapping your hand around in a halfhearted effort to grab your phone. The screen is way too bright in the darkness of your room and you wince, reading the name on the screen.

My love ~

“So that’s what he changed his name to,” you murmur, accepting the call.

There’s a slight cough on the other end, and then you hear Taeyong’s raspy morning voice. “Morning,” he whispers. An involuntary smile plays on your lips.

“Morning,” you reply sleepily. “Any reason as to why you decided to call this early?”

Taeyong chuckles slightly. “Didn’t you say you to wake you up today for that interview, since you always sleep through your alarm?”

Warmth spreads through your chest as you smile widely. “Oh, Tae, I meant that as a joke,” you laugh. “But thank you.”

“A joke?” Taeyong whines. “So I set my own alarm an hour early when I didn’t even have to?”

“Oh, quit,” you snip back, rolling your eyes. “Stop acting as though you don’t get up at six every morning anyway.”

His laugh makes you feel even warmer, fusing you with the energy to actually sit up. “Where’s the lie?” he asks. You hear him moving around, probably getting out of bed too.

“Nowhere,” you reply, rubbing your eyes. “I’m going to get ready now, Tae. I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Yep. Remember, six thirty. Don’t be late like last time,” he teases.

“That was one time, and it was because of traffic!” you complain.

“One time too many,” he shoots back, laughing at your whining. You can imagine the way his eyes crinkle into crescents. “And I expect every single detail on your interview!”

“Alright, alright, I won’t be late, and I’ll tell you everything. I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too.”

. . . . .

[ 2:31 am – You call Taeyong because you can’t sleep. ]

The second you hit call, you regret it, because Taeyong already gets little sleep as it is and you’re just ruining his schedule even more. But before you can hit the cancel button, he’s already picked up.

“Hm?” he mumbles into the receiver. You almost coo, able to imagine his sleepy eyes looking blearily at the bright screen.

“Sorry, Tae,” you murmur. “Just… couldn’t sleep. It’s dumb. Sorry for waking you up.”

“No, no.” There’s rustling on his end, and you hear him shifting in bed. “It’s okay, I don’t have a schedule tomorrow… well, today. Why are you still up?”

You snort slightly, looking at the textbooks piled on your desk. “Homework.”

Disapproving silence emanates from the phone and you pout unconsciously, letting the wind from the open window wash over you. “Y/N, that’s not healthy,” Taeyong finally admonishes.

“Hey, you know me. This is a once in a while type of thing.” You flop onto your bed. “And anyway, I could say the same about you. You’re always up at odd hours, practicing.”

He laughs that soft laugh that’s part of the reason you fell in love with him. “Touché, love,” he laughs. “By the way, how’s school? You haven’t talked about those mean classmates of yours in a bit, does that mean the problem’s gone away?”

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes. “Somewhat, I guess, but I mean, they’re still in my physics class. Not as if I can really avoid them.”

Someone says something on the other end and Taeyong answers, softly enough that you can’t hear him. “Who’s that?” you ask.

“Mark. He kinda woke up. Hold on a sec.” A message pops up on your phone.

From: My love ~

[ 1 image attached ]

Mark says hi ~

Looking at the picture of a sleepy-eyed Mark and tired but bright-eyed Taeyong, you laugh, snapping a picture of yourself and sending it back.

To : My love ~

[ 1 image attached ]

Tell him I said hi too

Taeyong says something to Mark, only to be met with snores that even you can hear across the phone. “Mark’s asleep again,” he whispers, a hint of a laugh creeping through his voice.

“I figured,” you whisper, following Taeyong’s lead. A tiny laugh still escapes your lips.

“Anyway, about those idiots at school.” Taeyong quickly directs the conversation back to the original topic. “As long as they’re not outright bothering you, I guess things are okay. But if they say something stupid, don’t hesitate to let me know. I’ll punch them all.”

You snort. “Yeah, sure, Tae. That’ll definitely work.”

There’s an indignant noise on the other end. “Hey, are you saying I’m not strong enough?”

You laugh, picturing the stupid little pouty face Taeyong makes that never fails to make you coo. “Hush, you’ll wake Mark again.”

“Blah. Whatever. Are you sleepy yet?” Taeyong asks. You can hear the concern in his voice and you smile, wondering how you were lucky enough to get a boyfriend like him.

“I guess.” Just then, a loud gust of wind blows through your room, scattering a few loose papers onto your floor. Groaning, you roll out of bed to pick them up.

“Y/N, I thought I told you keeping the window open would make you get sick,” Taeyong scolds.

Rolling your eyes, you press the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you close the window. “I just closed it.”

“Good.” There’s a short silence. “Do you want me to sing to you?”

A smile crosses your face. “You know me so well.”

“Stop exploiting me for songs,” Taeyong complains.

“What do you expect me to do with an idol boyfriend?” you shoot back. “Gotta take advantage.”

“Alright, fine, but only because you need to get up early.” You can hear the faint laugh in his voice and it makes your heart flutter a little. Then you frown.

“Why do I need to get up early?” you ask. Then something twigs in your brain. “Wait, didn’t you say you have today off?”

Silence.

“I let that slip, didn’t I.” Taeyong sighs on the other end. “Damn. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, now I have something to look forward to,” you point out. “Now sing for me so I can sleep and morning will come faster.”

“So demanding.” He laughs. “And it’s already morning, Y/N.”

“Shut up and sing.”

“Requests?”

“Paradise.”

Taeyong huffs in amusement. “You always ask for that.”

“Because I love it.”

“Do you love me more?” You can almost hear the smile in Taeyong’s voice.

“Hmm…” You pretend to think, laughing when Taeyong gasps indignantly on the other end. “Of course, of course.”

“Why do I love you?” your boyfriend complains.

“Because I’m wonderful,” you giggle, a soft smile spreading across your lips. And as Taeyong begins the opening bars of the song, you close your eyes, feeling bliss in your heart as his voice lulls you to sleep.

. . . . .

[ 1:33 am – Taeyong calls you to make sure you’re safe. ]

“Taeyong?” you mumble sleepily into your phone, collapsing onto your bed. “What’s up?”

“Just making sure you got home safely.” Taeyong shuffles around on the other end and you hear some clattering. “You are home, aren’t you?”

Wordlessly, you nod before realizing he can’t see you. “Yeah, I’m home.” A huge yawn nearly dislocates your jaw.

There’s a soft laugh on the other hand and even in your sleepy state, the sound makes your heart melt. “Did you have fun tonight?” he murmurs. “I saw your snaps.”

“Mm.” You yawn again. “Ate a lot.”

“Didn’t drink a lot, though,” Taeyong points out.

“Yeah.”

“Were you designated driver?” he asks.

“Mm,” you mumble in agreement. “Someone’s got to be the responsible one.”

Someone says something indistinct in the background and he answers. “Sorry, Renjun’s helping Chenle with homework and they asked me for food.”

“Make the poor boys some food,” you admonish. “Then tell them to go to sleep. It’s late – well, it’s early. Do you all have a schedule tomorrow?”

“They just have training, but I have to film. And I was going to make them food anyway.” There’s more clattering on Taeyong’s end, and you conclude that he is indeed cooking something.

Another jaw-splitting yawn takes over your senses and you sigh into your pillow. “Go to bed, Y/N,” Taeyong murmurs. “I’ll see if I can come over tomorrow. If I can’t, then definitely the day after.”

“Okay.” You roll into your blankets. “I love you.”

He laughs that little laugh that makes your heart melt, and you can almost see the soft smile on his face. “I love you too.”

. . . . .

[ 6:47 pm – You call Taeyong to make sure he’s alright. ]

“Taeyong, what the hell?” are the first words out of your mouth when he accepts the call. “Are you okay?”

“… what?” Taeyong mumbles, clearly groggy. You close your mouth guiltily, not having wanted to aggravate him after he just woke up. Still, you’re not going to let up this easily.

“Doyoung told me you collapsed during practice,” you say, tone carefully measured. You can’t stop the sigh that leaves your lips, though. “I thought I told you to take care of yourself!”

There’s a brief silence. Then, “Oh. Oh, yeah.”

A mixture of frustration and exasperated amusement manifests itself into a weird half-groan, half sigh. “Taeyong!”

“I know, I know,” Taeyong mumbles into the phone. “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad.”

“Agh!” You tug at your hair in frustration. “Tae, you need a break sometimes. Take your own advice, won’t you? That’s what you always tell me!”

“I know.” You can hear the sheepish pout in his tone, and the image it conjures lessens your anger slightly. He’s still not off the hook, though.

“Are you resting right now?” you ask, considerably calmer.

“Mm.” The shifting noises reassure you that he actually is in bed. “No one’s letting me practice. They forced me to rest.”

You snort. “For good reason. I’m coming over, okay?”

“Bring food?”

“Tae, you are such a little opportunist.” Despite your words, you laugh. “Yes, I’ll bring food. I’ll text you when I get there.”

“Okay. Love you,” he mumbles.

You smile slightly, picking up your keys. “I love you too.”

. . . . .

[ 11:45 pm – Taeyong calls you to apologize. ]

Your phone rings again. You can’t even muster the strength to look at it, instead letting it vibrate as you stare placidly in the other direction, collapsed on the bed, not caring about your clothes, wet with rain, soaking the sheets. A damp clump of hair falls into your eye and you halfheartedly brush it away.

God, you hate fighting so much. It saps away too much of your energy and it always makes you cry.

You hate crying. Even in front of Taeyong, who’s supposed to be your confidante.

Except he can’t be your confidante when you’re fighting.

The phone screen finally goes black after an extended period of vibration. You let out a tiny sigh of relief. Yes, during the fight you said things you didn’t mean and probably shouldn’t have said, but at the same time, you don’t really feel like talking just yet.

With an inordinately large effort, you roll over in bed, picking up the phone.

17 missed calls, 4 messages.

Feeling thankful you turned read receipts off, you open the messages.

From: My love ~

Y/N, I’m so sorry, I messed up. I wasn’t fair.

Please, please pick up. Just let me know you’re alright.

I know you’re mad and you have every right to be. Just please, give me some sign. I just want to know if you’re safe.

Please.

Holding the phone in the air, you debate whether or not to call back. There are only a few seconds of silence before the device starts vibrating again, though, flashing Taeyong’s contact on the screen again. The light is blinding in the dark of your room and your eyes, still wet from the previous tears, just want the stupid device turned off.

Your hands ignore your eyes’ demands, however, and they move to accept the damn call.

“Y/N?” Taeyong’s voice is frantic with worry on the other end. “Are you at home?”

Maybe it’s petty, but you don’t deign him with a proper response, only humming slightly in confirmation. There’s a sigh of relief, but you still say nothing.

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong murmurs. “I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. I was stressed and tired, but still, that’s no excuse…”

You open your mouth to speak, but only a weird croaky sound comes out, so you cough a few times before you can talk. “Yes, it is, Tae. I shouldn’t have nagged you so much.” You cough again. “I’m sorry. I’m just worried for your health all the time and I know I can get overbearing.”

“I know. I’m just… today wasn’t a good day to begin with, and I guess I just snapped.” Taeyong sighs. “Can I… can I come over?”

“Of course, Tae.” You loosen the blankets around your waist. “Don’t drive, though. Take the bus. I don’t want you to do something… dumb. Because you’re upset. It’s also still raining.”

“Yeah.” The two of you are silent for a bit, as though wondering whether or not to say the words. Finally, you bite the bullet.

“I love you, Taeyong,” you murmur.

Taeyong gives a tiny sigh, almost one of relief. “I love you too, Y/N.”

. . . . .

[ 10:57 pm – You call Taeyong to cry. ]

Everything kind of hurts when you return to your apartment. The tears that have been slowly building up all day spill over the second you open the door, sliding down your face as you collapse onto your dingy couch with a choked sob.

Without you even realizing it, you’ve rolled over, picking up your phone and tapping a contact. Only when you’ve pressed the call button do you realize that Taeyong is probably busy right now. He always practices so far into the night.

To your surprise, he picks up almost immediately. There’s music playing in the ground, only confirming your earlier suspicions that he’s practicing and making you feel worse.

“Y/N? Is something wrong?”

You really wish you could say no. You really wish you could steady your voice, stop the tears, and put on a bright face and tell Taeyong that no, nothing’s wrong. But the lump in your throat prevents you from faking anything.

“Just… a bad day,” you croak into the phone, wiping your face. “Sorry for interrupting your practice.”

“No, Y/N, don’t apologize.” There’s some shuffling, and then the music stops. Taeyong huffs a little, as though sitting down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

His words break a dam somewhere deep within you and everything comes spilling out. Friend drama, annoying customers at work, demanding professors, a pile of homework, bills… The flood of words is so long that even you’re surprised at everything that’s coming out of your mouth. And throughout it all, Taeyong doesn’t say a word, just listens.

“Sorry,” you finally mumble, words exhausted. “I’m just… stressed.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. You have a right. And I’m always here to listen,” Taeyong soothes. “Do you want me to come over?”

“Don’t you have to practice?” You hiccup a little, wiping your eyes again.

“I was just about to leave anyway. I’ve been at the studio nearly twelve hours.” There’s more shuffling on his end, and then a clattering sound. “Shit,” you hear him say faintly. Then his voice becomes clearer. “Sorry, I dropped my phone.”

You attempt to laugh, but all that comes out is another hiccup.

“I’ll be over in twenty minutes,” Taeyong promises. “Just wait for me, alright?”

This time, a tiny smile spreads across your lips. “God, Taeyong, I love you so much.”

Taeyong laughs slightly on the other end. “I love you too, Y/N.”

. . . . .

[ 3:48 pm – Taeyong calls you to tell you he loves you. ]

The day is bright and under the shade of the tree, you sigh in content as a cool breeze blows against your face. Bliss.

Then your phone rings.

“Hello?” You stop typing on your laptop, putting the device up against your ear. “Is something wrong, Tae?”

“No, nothing’s wrong.” Taeyong sounds a little breathless, a little tired, as though he’s just been practicing. Your eyebrows crinkle a little in worry and confusion.

“Then why’re you calling? Shouldn’t you be practicing?” you ask, brushing a few leaves out of your hair. “Let me guess, the Dreamies came over again and wrecked the studio.”

“No, no. Though they are actually here.” As if on cue, a chorus of yells sound in the background. Taeyong’s snort of laughter makes you smile. “Just…”

“Just what?”

You can almost hear the shyness in his voice, see the blush on his cheeks, feel the warmth of his hand in yours when he utters his next words. “Just… felt like I had to tell you I loved you.”

The biggest, cheesiest grin spreads across your cheeks, splitting your face. You laugh aloud, stomach fluttering. “That’s so cheesy, Tae,” you tease.

“Hey, don’t tease me when I’m trying to be romantic,” Taeyong whines.

“Hold on a second.” Quickly, you snap a photo of your smiling face, leaves in your hair and the sunlight sparkling through the tree branches.

To : My love ~

[ 1 image attached ]

I love you so, so, so, so, SO much :)

There’s a sharp intake of breath over the phone when he receives the image, followed by a tiny laugh and a mumble of “you’re always so beautiful,” which just makes you smile again.

Then loud cheers and shouts take over the phone, and you hear Taeyong’s protests as the phone is being ripped away from him. You snort loudly.

“Y/N!” Haechan’s voice crackles through the phone. “Hi!”

“Hello, Haechan.” Faintly, you hear Taeyong yell for his phone, which makes you laugh again. “Any particular reason why you took Taeyong’s phone?”

You can practically hear Haechan’s smirk over the line. “No, he was just speaking in that sweet way that he always reserves for you while smiling dopily at the screen in the hall and then I bet everyone that he was talking to you and I had to get his phone to prove it.”

“You’re all kids,” you scold teasingly. “When are you ever going to grow up?”

“Never.” Haechan laughs. “I’ll let Taeyong have the phone back now.”

“Thank you,” you hear Taeyong grump faintly as he presumably takes back the phone. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t be.” You close your laptop. You’re not getting any more work done. “Can I come over and see you guys? I feel like I have to shower my boyfriend in love, now that he’s made a call to me just to say how much he loves me.”

“Well, if you put it that way…” The two of you laugh together. “Yeah, you can definitely come. Just be prepared for chaos.”

“Chaos is a part of my life now,” you remind him. “I’m dating an idol, after all.”

“Fair. I’ll see you in a few minutes, then.”

“Yeah. Get back to practice now,” you warn. “You don’t want to get into trouble.”

“Fine, fine.” There’s a short silence on his end. You can imagine his wide smile, face slightly red with blush and as handsome as ever. “I love you.”

You grin, picking up your bag. The sun is shining, kids are shouting, and all is well. A laugh escapes your lips.

“I love you too, Tae.”

[nuts-cracker-pn]

Expensive fic is heeeere

Yes that fic about  expensive twink Yibo and suga daddy Zhan-ge

Remember this post ?

Inspired in :

------”EXPENSIVE”  CH1----------

note : (1 - as an endearment TángXing ( just made it up) instead of the real name FanXing / táng means: sweetie, sweet, sugar, candy / xīng means : star, particule, small amount ( very fitting for him lol)

YiBo is fussing and sulking since he came back from his dance practice. 

“Hey, where is my Prada shirt?”  

4:45 pm in his Rolex. P-guy sent the message an hour ago and he has to speed up to make it in time “before sunset”. He wanted to take advantage of the venue to take some photos apparently.

“How the hell would I know?  It’s not my style anyway. Ask FanXing.”

WenHan,one of his roommates, is focused in his gameplay on his laptop, but raises his eyes with significance at the last sentence. This guy is 25, majoring in Architecture, but somehow ended in the sophomore year with YiBo, both sharing classrooms in some subjects, and the liking for dance, which they practice with other 3 students of the academy, which provides that monthly extra money fashionista YiBo needs so much.

YiBo stays there for few seconds, looking at ‘the important thing’ in the screen that WenHan said he had to do today so he couldn’t go to dance practice with him, until the other looks up again. ‘What?”

Now he can send him a brow an inch high.

“Oh please, as if you don’t know how he looks at y-”

“No time for jealousy now.” YiBo’s words linger when he sprints to the bathroom, closing the door just in time to block the sneaker flying to his head. It hits as loud as the “You wish, fucker!” screech. Thankfully he made sure to bring the little bag in hand with the hammam oil he bought in his way back.

Fifteen minutes later he’s out drying his hair with a towel. Heading to his closet he notices FanXing, the other roommate, who stops his talk beside WenHan’s desk, the chair turning around.

“Did you wash everything thoroughly, honey?” 

The olders have acquired this disrespectful joke-flirting state in just one year living together, which occasionally makes YiBo thinks about the cause. 

Not paying a glance, he starts to rummage through the opened doors of his closet. “No time to show you now.”

He stops his search with his hands in his waist and a tsk!, making his way then in Fanxing’s direction. Leaning an arm on Wenhan’s chair he stands in front of the boy, closer than the comfort zone says. 

“Táng Xiiing.” (1 

The cute boy came in fresh this September also to the Architecture department, and took the 3rd bed, vacant after last graduated roommate left. ‘Wen-ge’ took him under his wing but he seems intimidated around the tallest guy.

“Have you seen my Prada shirt ?”

WenHan acknowledges the silk in the usual deep-pranky tone rolling his eyes.

“Ahh...mm, no. Sorry, Wang-ge” The boy’s cheeks look like two painted cherries. The struggle to not look anywhere below YiBo’s eyes is painful to watch. Understandable, taking that YiBo is still a little wet and only in his undies. 

“Can’t you wear anything else? Summer is over anyway.” Wenhan dries the enticing scene out. “Or do you want to impress someone?” 

YiBo smirks delighted. “It’s only work, honey.” He whispers in his friend ear.

WenHan is not too fond of P-guy, YiBo knows. He walks back to his closet.

“It’s a top-rank party, he said. Besides, that shirt is comfortable to perform.” He sighs in defeat. He only has another expensive option. “Well, since the night is already fresh…”

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Yibo is absentmindedly scanning the food on the big table. He does not like to have a full tummy before performing, it’s always after when he gets really hungry, even more when he’s doing solo. The dishes look really ‘Instalike’, if only he knew what they are made of. 

He takes a little cardboard plate and place the appetizer that looks less complicated on it.

He doesn’t see the written napkin holding a funny rolled appetizer beside his left hand, until the person is gone & lost in the crowd. 

He looks around to check. Only he’s near the table at the moment. Me, the hungry poor kid... He grabs the funny roll thing.

‘Also bored as hell. Help me please (>=<) This roll 👇 is tasty and healthy for your diet. Please keep reading behind 👉’

Yibo looks around again, cautiously, not catching anyone ‘suspicious’. He sniffs a smirk to finally munch the entire thing in one go. It’s pretty good tho, the smoked salmon slices rolled around something guacamole like and he tastes some pineapple in it. So he grabs another with his left hand and the napkin with the right one. 

‘Please enter to Talkwithstranger site / choose nickname / enter ‘Talk to Strangers’ box  / Mi nickname: ‘SXG’. Keep clicking on ‘talk to another’ until you see my nick connected to you.

He was planning to call it a night after filling up his stomach -not seeing hopes for anything more...  but maybe he could have some fun in this party after all. 

After a variety of salties and sweets he makes his way, glass of champagne in hand, to find a spot at a corner where he still will be able to scan the room in case the ‘mystery person’ shows face.

He opens the site and follows the instructions. It’s a one-to-one random chat. Guess he needs a nick that makes easy to identify him. He has to refresh the box a few times before he sees ‘You are connected to SXG. Say Hi!’

‘Hey.’

At the opposite end of the saloon someone with waiting eagle eyes suddenly cracks up, hand over mouth. at the nickname ‘Bored Yellow Sweater’.

‘Are the checkered pants bored too? It’s a cute fit tho, to say the least….And you danced really well in it. Seems like you had fun. ^^’

‘Are you a headhunter, secret agent or someth?’

‘Oh no, just an ugly person too shy to approach. No confidence 😔.’

Yibo can’t completely hide the disappointment in his face. He tends to have high standards.

‘Thankfully I’m not that ugly, and I’m confident enough, but not to know how to approach people either.’

‘SXG’ is trying really hard to hide in the crowd not to be found out , since ‘its’ face is red of so much silent laugh.

‘I noticed 😅...anyway, yes to all of that.’

The person sends the text too quick before realizing.

‘Is that a flirt? Well this is not fair game. However, after that napkin little scene you proved that you’re clever and not as unconfident as you say.’ 

‘Thanks. 😏 Keep going.’

‘What are doing here? Pleasure or work?’

‘It was supposed to be more of the first but I don’t know anymore….😑’

‘So that means you’re a hard worker. Like me. We are progressing.’

‘At least you are already done and free.’

‘Maybe not.’

‘….are you going to perform again?😀’

‘Maybe not on the dance floor...’

‘ ......umm, wow lion.😅 Is the lucky person here?’ 

‘1-How did you guess I’m one? 2- I’ll tell you if you show yourself. 3- Are you male or female?‘

‘Find me out if you can, kid 😉’

Ahhhg.The person cringes again mentally.

‘Busted. By the excessive use of emojis I thought you were a teen but I see you are older than me. How much?’

‘Are you a student? A worker? Are you a minor?!’ 

‘No mom. I’m D Major.’

Yibo doesn’t realize that someone is walking onto him. 

It’s a woman.

“Helloooo. Nice to meet you. My name is Qing ChunHua.”

[alpxcamin]

Unexpected

Requested?: Yup

Words: 2.7k

Group: UNINE

Member(s): Mingming (feat. Guan Yue, Zhenning, and Wenhan)

A/n: I’m so sorry this took so long ;-; junior year has not been kind to me oof...Also, y/n and Mingming are roommates as well in this (just to clarify)

Mingming can’t help but let his jaws drop. His usually mellow eyes bulge out of their sockets. Sure you’re a little “tipsy”, but he didn’t take you as the type to serenade anyone while giving them a drunken lap dance. Mingming gulps harshly, his heart thumping madly in his chest as you slide right off his lap, ending the song with a deep bow.

It had been a while since any of you have gotten together to have fun. So, you and your friend group, which consisted of your best friend Mingming, Guan Yue, Zhenning, and Wenhan, decided to head out to karaoke. All of you planned to have the best night of your lives, but as soon as you got there, almost half of you had already gotten wasted. Hey, who said being an adult was easy?

Mingming watches as you collapse back onto the couch, right next to him. He chuckles a little and you hand off the microphone to Guan Yue who looks like he’s about to pass out from all the alcohol. Instead of falling flat on his face though, Guan Yue begins belting the song and you turn to face Mingming.

“Did you enjoy the show,” you tease, face red from all the drinks you’ve had.

“Sure. Didn’t take you as someone to do that though,” Mingming reaches for his beer, taking a sip, trying to hide his blush.

You giggle, shrugging a bit before downing the rest of your own beer and opening another can, “Maybe it’s the alcohol.”

“Hmm, you’ve never been like this when you were drunk before either,” your best friend eyes you as you chug down more beer.

You simply cock an eyebrow at him, a sly smirk making its way onto your face. Your drunk, cheeky expression throws Mingming off a little. He finds it cute though and his stomach does a little flip. Just as he’s about to ask why you were making that face, a heavy weight falls into his lap and Mingming lets out a small yelp.

“Y/n~ Mingming~” Zhenning giggles, resting on Mingming’s lap, “Whatchu talkin’ about?”

“Mingming thinks I’m acting weird,” you pout, but there’s a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“That’s not nice,” Zhenning hiccups.

“I did not say that,” Mingming huffs, chugging down the rest of his beer.

“Did too,” you stick your tongue out, catching Wenhan’s eyes.

There’s a knowing grin on Wenhan’s face and the two of you exchange winks. You laugh and Wenhan gets up from his seat, chugging down the rest of his beer as Guan Yue hands to microphone off to him. Mingming and Zhenning both look backward to watch Wenhan. Guan Yue falls back into his seat and tries to grab at you.

“Okay, imma go sing,” Zhenning announces, taking the beer from your hand and drinking it before handing it back to you and grabbing a microphone.

You roll your eyes, “And I’m gonna get hella wasted.”

Guan Yue finally gets ahold of you and you fall backward, right into Guan Yue’s lap. He drunkenly squishes your face and you groan, a little dizzy from falling back so quickly. Your hand reaches for another beer can as the older male continues to pinch your cheeks.

“Am I really the only one who’s not drunk out of their minds right now?” Mingming sighs as he watches you and Guan Yue slam your beer cans into each other and cheer.

“You’re our designated driver I guess,” you giggle, taking a big gulp of your beer.

“Don’t drink too much, I don’t wanna die~” Guan Yue cries, desperately cuddling you. Guan Yue has always been a cuddler and he’s even more cuddly when drunk.

Mingming aggressively rolls his eyes and you laugh. Mingming feels his heart flutter at the sound of your drunken laughter. It sounded free and relaxed and it made him smile.

“If not, we could just Uber home,” you shrug, cuddling into Guan Yue’s side.

“No, we’ll get kidnapped! Haven’t you heard about that one lady who-” Guan Yue squeezes you a little too tightly and you smack his arm, cutting him off.

“Shut up, you’re making me worried,” you pout, struggling against Guan Yue’s hold.

“I’ll drive you guys home,” Mingming sighs, shaking his head, chuckling.

Both you and Guan Yue cheer and all of you spend the rest of the night singing way off key and tripping over each other. By the time you left, you couldn’t even see the floor anymore because of how many beer cans were on the floor.

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You groan, your head pounding. A bright light shines on your face and you wince. Despite your eyes being closed, you can still see the light. You roll over, hiding under your blanket. You curl up into yourself, clutching your screaming head. Not being to stand the pain anymore, you let out a blood-curdling screech, which you immediately regret since it made your head hurt more and your already dry throat, even more dry. You wince, blinking away a few stray tears.

Panicked footsteps quickly approached you and you peek over your blanket. Mingming’s head pops into view. His eyes are filled with worry and he shuffles over to your bed, crouching down. He helps you sit up.

“Are you okay?” he asks, gently petting your hair.

“My head hurts,” you croak out.

“And I thought you were dying,” Mingming’s hand drops from your head, “I’ll get you some water and pain killers.”

A minute later, Mingming is back and he hands you the pills and the glass of water. You toss the pain killers into your mouth and gulp down the water. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the cool water rehydrate your throat. Mingming takes the glass from you and leaves the room. You decide to get out of bed and shuffle slowly into your shared bathroom.

After getting ready, you make yourself a bowl of cereal before plopping onto the couch, next to Mingming who is casually scrolling through his phone. The two of you relaxed in the comfortable silence, only the soft crunch of your cereal can be heard.

“Hey,” you break the silence, “What even happened last night?”

“You seriously don’t remember?” Mingming looks up from his phone, shocked.

“Uh...I remember being hella wasted?” your statement sounded more like a question.

“Well that’s for sure,” Mingming snorts, putting his phone down.

“How’d everyone get home? I vaguely remember Guan Yue complaining about being kidnapped or something,” you hum, taking another bite of your cereal.

“Okay, so basically, as soon as we got there, all of you got drunk. Literally, no one was able to walk anywhere without tripping on a beer can by the end of the night,” Mingming explains and you cringe.

“Really? I feel bad for the people who had to clean that,” you pout.

“Yeah. Anyway, you ready to hear all the dumb things you did?” Mingming laughs.

“Shoot,” you shrug, setting your empty bowl down.

“Let’s start at the beginning. After about chugging like five cans of beer, you and Zhenning started parading around the room, doing the Can Can. Then, when Guan Yue started his first song, you chugged down about three more cans of beer and started to do summersaults for some reason. I was very confused. Guan Yue apparently thought that was a good idea though because he handed the microphone to me halfway through the song and joined you,” Mingming laughs at the memory.

“What the hell?” you ask, genuinely horrified at your own drunken actions.

“I don’t even know,” Mingming shrugs, “Anyways, after I finished off Guan Yue’s song, you decided to do a duet with Wenhan. Luckily he wasn’t that drunk yet, so he had to hold up your tipsy ass as the two of you sang the worst version of ‘All Star’ that I have ever heard.”

You looked down in shame, “Oh my gosh...why didn’t anyone stop us from picking that song?”

“Hey, the two of you insisted,” Mingming pats your shoulder comfortingly as he continues to explain what happened last night.

Slowly, last night’s memories begin flooding back into your mind and you nod along as Mingming finishes. You take a second to take it all in. You went back through each event and you realized that Mingming had missed one thing.

“Hey, didn’t I like give you a lap dance or something?” you ponder.

Mingming’s face gets noticeably redder, “U-uh...oh yeah...you did.”

You smirk at the sight of Mingming so flustered in front of you, “So, did you enjoy it?”

He is visibly struggling now, “You a-asked me that last n-night too…”

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question~” you whine.

Mingming looks away, he couldn’t meet your eye. He nodded ever so slightly, hoping you wouldn’t notice, but you did. You clapped happily, tossing your head back in laughter.

“Look forward to more of that then,” you wink at him before picking up your empty bowl and walked away into the kitchen.

Mingming simply sat there, steam practically coming out of his ears, his face beet red. Your words stick in his head and he can’t seem to calm his pounding heart.

---

Finally, it was the weekend again and you and your group of friends decided to meet up for lunch this time, in hopes of avoiding another miserable hangover the next day. You and Mingming walk side-by-side, carefully maneuvering your way towards the restaurant. Mingming takes a couple of big strides to get ahead of you and he opens the door. You smile at him, nodding your head in thanks.

You spot Guan Yue and Wenhan already sitting at a table. They waved at you and you and Mingming make your way to the table, sitting down next to each other. It’s a round table so Zhenning would be sitting on the other side of you. You silently thanked Mingming for sitting next to Guan Yue so that in case he somehow got drunk again (you noticed a wine bottle sitting silently on the table), you wouldn’t be a victim of his aggressive loving again.

“So, Zhenning is the last one here even though he recommended this place, huh,” Wenhan pouts, looking through the menu.

“Yeah, I don’t know what to order. I’ve never been here before,” Guan Yue sighs.

“Well, it seems that you’ve already ordered a bottle of wine though,” you chuckle.

“Hey, you know I appreciate fine grape juice,” Guan Yue rebuttals, the whole table laughing at his weak defense.

At last, Zhenning comes rushing in, twenty minutes late. He nearly crashes into one of the waiters, squeaking out an apology. Luckily, he makes it safely to the table. He slides into the seat next to yours.

“Why are you so late?” Mingming asks.

“Sorry, I got caught up at the mall earlier. I saw this shop that sold a bunch of cute stuffies and I couldn’t help myself. They have the cutest koalas there! Oh, speaking of which,” Zhenning pauses, leaning down to take something out of his bag.

“Here, I got this for you, y/n,” Zhenning beams at you, holding out an adorable stuffed koala toy, “I know you like collecting stuffed animals.”

“Aww, thank you,” you happily accept the gift, giving Zhenning a side hug since the two of you are sitting.

“Why does y/n get a gift and we don’t?” Wenhan complains.

“Y/n is my favorite, that’s why,” Zhenning teases, holding you closer and you laugh.

“Yeah, we’re each other’s favorites,” you giggle.

As you said that, you can practically feel Mingming’s mood turn sour next to you. You make sure to take a peek at him and smirk to yourself when you see a displeased frown on his handsome face. You decided to be a little riskier and pecked Zhenning’s cheek.

“Ew,” Guan Yue fake gags and you and Zhenning pull away from each other, laughing.

You hear Mingming’s quiet huff as you begin looking through your menu. You peek over at him and he catches you. He quickly hides his face behind the menu and you chuckle quietly to yourself.

The food arrives and all of you finish it quickly and luckily no one gets drunk, but the bottle of wine is now empty. You pay your stomach and the bunch of you split the bill. After walking around a bit around the area, all of you said your goodbyes and split ways.

You and Mingming walk silently back to your shared apartment. You try to strike a conversation with him, but Mingming continued to stay silent. A cold aura radiated from him, making you shiver. It concerns you since he’s usually so warm and happy around you. You wonder if you went too with kissing Zhenning’s cheek earlier.

Clutching your new stuffed koala, you ask, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” Mingming finally speaks.

“Oh, come on...you can tell me anything, ya know?” you pulled his arm gently and the two of you stop walking.

Mingming refuses to look at you at first, his head down. Finally, he looks at you and you can’t quite read his expression or tell what he’s thinking.

He opens his mouth, about to say something, but then he closes it again, shaking his head. He offers a shy, unconvincing smile.

“I’m fine, really,” he turns back around.

You pull on his arm again to make him turn back around, “No, seriously.”

Mingming sighs. You can almost see him debating with himself inside his head and you pull him into a hug. You feel your best friend stiffening under the sudden affection and you pat his back comfortingly. You just prayed that you hadn’t gone too far with anything. Eventually, Mingming hugs back.

The two of you pull away and Mingming looks into your eyes, reaching for your hand. You let him grab your hand and your fingers intertwine.

“Look, I like you, okay? And before you say anything, let me finish,” Mingming’s cheeks are now bright red.

You nod, allowing him to continue, but now you’re sure your cheeks are even redder than his.

“I’ve liked you since we got into college and it’s been five years and I haven’t been able to confess to you until now. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It’s as if you already knew and was teasing me. I hated how fast you made my heart beat when you serenaded me during karaoke night. I hated how nervous you made me when you asked if I liked it. It seemed to me as if you already knew! I especially hated you jealous I got when you fav Zhenning that kiss on the cheek. I hate how much I like you!” Mingming cries out.

You can’t help but let it a small giggle. Mingming looks at you shocked.

“I knew...that’s why,” you explain, “The other guys told me a few weeks back and I just wanted to see if it was true. I like you too, Mingming...that’s why I did it. I thought it was too good to be true that you liked me back.”

“Oh,” Mingming dumbly spits out, his hand still holding yours.

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like an eternity and thankfully no one was around. Your eyes drift from his warm eyes down to his soft lips. Instinctively, you close your eyes and leaned in without thinking.

You hear Mingming’s sharp gasp and you pull him closer to you. After the initial shock, Mingming kisses you back, clutching your waist and pulling even closer.

Both of you pull away and you look up at him lovingly. He smiles and that causes you to smile as well.

“Well, let’s get home, yeah?” Mingming removes his hands from your waist and slides his hand into yours. You nod.

The two of you walk back home hand-in-hand.

~Admin Liz ♡

[staytheb]

Moving On

Pairing: none Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 6,298 Summary: The group of four friends just keep moving on despite what blocks their way to have fun and relax after a long year of school.

Warning: none except for the proof-reading that hasn’t been done since two years ago when it was last shared.

i have no idea where this idea came from or why i even wrote it in the first place, but it came out. lol also this features  BOYFRIEND in here and... i totally miss them. i wish i had written stories with them while they were still active, but oh well. it is what it is. anyways, for now, enjoy as this song was inspired by Marshmello’s Moving On. i think that’s what helped get this story out and about. so yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"You guys are aware that you're throwing your own mini pre-graduation slash pre-summer party on the same night as MX and MBB, right?" Jeongmin stated to his friends who were the ones having the mini party at their little private residency to which they dubbed as Silver One that they used for their own leisure due to Hanbyul and Eunbyul's aunt being the dean of the university. "So?" Nayoung answered as she was scrolling through her phone to make sure everything was in order. "We're not associated with them." "Yeah, she's right, Jeongmin. We don't care." Eunbyul commented with a laugh as she and Hyunseong were rearranging the furniture around the living room to make more room. "Oh, let's move it over there, Hyunseong." "Okay."

"It's supposed to be the hottest party of the year." Jeongmin continued as Minwoo nodded his head. "Yeah. I heard that they're going to have this awesome DJ that's hard to book. A grand pool party, a large jumping castle, and even some idols to perform. It's going to be lit as fuck." "That's nice, Minwoo, but that's just a hassle to maintain and clean." Miseung told him as she just finished filling the two large coolers with ice, soda, and water bottles. "We just wanna have fun with our last days here with only those we wanna hang out with." "Because she's anti-social and hasn't made any new friends beside us since attending Starship University." Donghyun laughed wrapping an arm around Miseung's shoulders. "Isn't that right, Miseung?" "Shut up, Donghyun."

"Anyways, the male twins and Hanbyul have been gone for awhile now. They should have been back already." Eunbyul said as she looked at the time. "I hope she didn't go overboard with them alcoholic drinks like last time." "Haha, knowing Hanbyul, I'm pretty sure she may have." Hyunseong laughed as he spotted the trio from the window. "Oh, they're walking up now." A moment later, Hanbyul entered the house with Youngmin and Kwangmin behind her. Each were carrying two bags in each hand. "Yeah, sorry it took forever." Hanbyul apologized as Youngmin rolled his eyes. "It only took so long because Hanbyul wanted to grab every flavor of beer." "And then being indecisive when it came to the snacks." Kwangmin added as Hanbyul grinned at them. "You both loved it."

Nayoung peered inside the bags that Hanbyul had set on the table. "Ohh, raspberry wine. Fancy." "Yeah, we can mix it with the soda." Hanbyul laughed as Miseung scoffed. "Excuse you. Those are supposed to be mixed with my Kinky and Midori Sour liqueur." "Psh, whatever. We can buy more, Miseung." Hanbyul chuckled as she looked at the liqueur bottles lined up on the table and did the same with hers. "Besides, we really need to get juice, too, since that'll also make them taste good and different." "Oh, yeah true. I forgot about that. I'll make a run to the store once we're done." "Anyways, who else is coming besides the ten of us?" Donghyun asked as he looked around the room. "I'm sure there's more people to invite than the six of us, ladies."

"Oh, um Wenhan from the swim team is coming as well as Yixuan and Yibo from the dance team is also coming. Oh, yeah. I can't forget about them. Seungyoun from the soccer team and Sungjoo who helps me with the Chinese Club are coming as well." Miseung informed them as the males looked at her. "What? That club made me interact with them a lot and so of course I invited them to the party as well." "But, where are the girls?" Jeongmin frowned as Miseung shrugged. "Well, since joining MBB, Xiao, Xuanyi, and Meiqi don't really attend the Chinese Club anymore and so I didn't bother inviting them." "That's rude." Kwangmin commented as Miseung eyed him. "Well, who did you invite?"

"No one since it wasn't my party to invite anyone." Kwangmin answered with a smug look. "Well, anyways, Gunhee from my statistics class says he'll come by." "Wait, isn't he like the best friend of Jooheon from MX?" Hyunseong asked as Nayoung shrugged. "Yeah. So?" "Wouldn't he be going to their party instead of yours?" Nayoung shrugged. "I dunno and I don't care. I'm just saying that he said that he'll come by." "Okay, yeah, whatever." Hanbyul dismissed the topic before moving on to hers. "I invited Yoosu from my communications class as well as Kwangji from my nutrition class. Oh and Minkyun from my math class." "And Yoonho from my psychology class says he'll stop by later after his part-time job at VAV Cafe." Eunbyul added a few seconds later.

"Seriously. Where are the ladies at?" Minwoo grumbled as he slumped further into the couch he was sitting on." "If you want, then invite your female friends over." The female quartet told the male with Miseung adding more. "You should know that we're not that social and get along with guys than girls. All of y'all are proof of that." She laughed with the trio joining in soon after. "Yes, we know that." Youngmin commented as he joined Miseung on the other cooler. "But we don't want to since it's not our party to do so and it is your guys' pre-whatever-it-was party." "Besides, we've been stuck with y'all forever and don't know how to actually talk to other girls that are girls, girls, without thinking of you guys." Hyunseong admitted while scrunching up his face.

"Just talk to them." The female quartet said in unison causing the six males to laughed. "It's not that hard or different. Just don't treat them like how you treat us." Nayoung stated as Hanbyul nodded her head. "Yeah. If you treat them like us, then you're not gonna get anywhere." "Yeah, true. What they said." Eunbyul agreed as she stood up to stretched. "Alright. We still have a few more hours before the party actually starts, I wanna get in some sleep before then." "Ugh, me too." Donghyun said also stretching his limbs. "Even though I didn't do anything." "When do you ever?" Jeongmin countered with a smirk as everyone laughed while Donghyun rolled his eyes in a playful manner. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Anyways, someone set up the playlist for tonight as I get some juice. Any snacks?" Miseung asked while grabbing her car keys. "Yeah, I want peppero. Raspberry, strawberry, yeah like a lot of it." Minwoo answered as Miseung rolled her eyes. "You can come then. Anyone else?" "Nah, just get whatever you want." Nayoung told her as she finished scrolling through her phone. "Just make sure to buy more water, soda, and whatever else we need that we might run out later on." "Gotcha. C'mon, Minwoo." "I'm coming. I just need to find my shoes." "Didn't you leave it upstairs when you snucked through Eunbyul's room this morning?" Jeongmin asked as Minwoo remembered. "Oh yeah." He ran up stairs as everyone else continued to do whatever before the party started.

~~~~~~~

Minwoo and Miseung had just finished purchasing juice, snacks, water, and other things like paper towels, cups, and plates while walking and carrying them out of the store and towards Miseung's car. On the way there, there were a few guys passing out flyers and one of them happened to stopped them. "Hey there." He greeted them as Miseung wondered what kind of guy would wear short ass orange shorts with just a white beater and cap. "MX and MBB are having a party at MX's house. Would love to see you there." The guy flashed them a bright smile while offering a white paper at them. "No thanks." Miseung declined as she moved out of his way and around him with Minwoo slowly following after her. The guy frowned, but he didn't give up and chased after her.

"It's going to be the biggest and loudest party of the year." He tried again as he stepped into her path momentarily stopping her from moving on while Minwoo just kind of lagged behind a bit and off to the side waiting for the whole ordeal to be over with. "Wanna know why?" The male asked as Miseung shook her head indifferently. "No, not really." The male's face fell, but he recovered with an embarrassed laugh. "Well, you must not be aware, but I'm going to be there as I'm the Vice President of MX, Hoseok, but you can call me Wonho." "Not interested." Miseung informed him as she tried to move, but Hoseok blocked her path again. "Um, you must be new to this whole thing and so I'll just leave this-"

Hoseok was about to placed it into one of the bags, but Miseung moved her arms around so that he wouldn't. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of people at your party already." Miseung told him with an uninterested smile. "Besides, there's another party I would rather attend tonight than yours." Miseung side-stepped around Hoseok and continued to move on while signaling for Minwoo to hurry up so that they could head back to Silver One as fast as possible. Hoseok quickly stopped Minwoo and passed him a few of the flyers while telling him about the party to which Minwoo hesitantly took and stuffed them into one of the grocery bags before following after Miseung while Hoseok watched them go with a smirk as he pulled his phone from out of his shorts' pocket. "Hmm, let's see who this person is that's hosting a party tonight."

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Eunbyul and Hanbyul had went to talk to their aunt, Dean Headmistress Han, about borrowing the school's sound system and what not for their get-together. Their aunt allowed them permission as the twin sisters went to the Music and Sound Department to show the head person that they were going to check a few of the items out as the other pair of twins were already there waiting for them to help. And upon arriving, the female twins were confused on how some of things were already in process to be checked out when the male twins told them about the ordeal. "How are they already checked out, when we have permission to used them tonight?" Hanbyul asked the head person as he tried explained the situation to them.

"Two guys from MX showed me their papers. It had the Dean's seal of approval." The man explained as Eunbyul spoke this time. "Could I see the paper, because we have the seal of approval as well. And the log book." The older man grumbled as he went to fetch the book and the papers. "Do you think it was forge?" Youngmin asked as he and Kwangmin now stood besides the twin sisters. "Probably. We'll see when he brings them to us." The man returned with a piece of paper and the log book. Hanbyul took the log book while Eunbyul took the paper to check. While Hanbyul skimmed names, Eunbyul analyzed her aunt's real signature to the supposed ones by MX. "This is a fake, Mr. Choi." Eunbyul told him as she placed both papers side by side.

"It's not even matching at all. They're both signed by two different people." "What are you talking about? That is the same one as in the past. Maybe yours a fake." He glared at them as Eunbyul matched his stare. "Do you want me to call in Dean Headmistress Han for you to settled this? Because I don't mind having her come all the way over here to tell you how to do your job, sir." The man gulped as he shook his head while pointing behind. "They're still in the room gathering the things. They haven't left yet." "That part is true, Eunbyul." Hanbyul told her sister. "A Lee Jooheon and Lim Changkyun signed in, but they haven't sighed out yet." "Hmm, maybe we can catch them and get this settled." Kwangmin suggested as the four headed inside a moment later.

The quartet spotted several people as they were carrying speakers and other things. "Which one of you are Lim Changkyun and Lee Jooheon?" Two heads turned to look at them as the rest momentarily stopped what they were doing. "I'm Jooheon." "And I'm Changkyun, but better known as I.M." The duo set down what they were carrying while walking over to the two sets of twins. "How can we assist you today?" Changkyun asked. "You can assist us by giving those items you're about to take over to us instead." Hanbyul told them. "Why would we? We need this for our party tonight." Jooheon told them with a look. "And so do we." Eunbyul countered while holding up her permission form. "Dean Headmistress Han confirmed it."

The two glanced at one another a bit worry, but remained cool. "So did we." Jooheon answered. "You can ask Mr. Choi about it since he has our form." "Yeah, that's a fake." Hanbyul stated as the female twins were making sure they were going to get what they came here for while the male twins just stayed behind them and waited until they were needed. "No it's not. We got that approved earlier this month." Changkyun replied as Hanbyul shook her head. "Yeah, I don't think so. We got ours approve about ten minutes ago." "Maybe yours a fake." Jooheon stated as Eunbyul rolled her eyes. "Hmm, should we settled this with a call to the dean then to really know which one's a fake and which one is actually real?"

The duo chuckled while putting up their hands to ease the girls. "How about we don't go there." Changkyun began as he gave them an innocent-like smile. "Um, how about this? You're invited to our MX and MBB bash at the MX house tonight instead of the one you're planning on going to." "Yeah. This MX party is going to be lit as fuck. Y'all gotta go." Jooheon nodded his head. "Y'all will regret it if you don't attend this party." "Nah. Silver One has their own party and we're taking those with us." Hanbyul told the duo as she instructed the male twins to grab the items. "Stop us, and we'll get the dean on your asses and check out what other things MX has been forging and probably among other things."

The MX boys held their tongues while shooting one another worried glances as they let the quartet do their thing as Kwangmin and Youngmin took on the heavier things and the sisters taking on the light items. "Thanks!" Eunbyul mocked saluted them as she was the last to grab something. "Next time, boys, make sure your stamp of approval is actually a stamp of approval." She waved at them before following the others out as Changkyun and Jooheon let out frustrated sighs. "Dude, what are we going to do now?" Changkyun asked Jooheon as Jooheon pulled out his mobile device. "I dunno, man, but I gotta make a call and gotta let the rest of the boys know the sound system was taken and we don't have anything for our sound entertainment tonight."

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"Alright, you guys finish the decorations and setting up in here before checking the backyard as well while I go and make that call about the food." Nayoung informed Donghyun, Hyunseong, and Jeongmin as they let out collective "all rights" while she headed to the kitchen. "Hmm, already got sandwiches." She spied the three wrapped thirty-six inches sub sandwiches on the table along with several bags of chips before scanning the rest of the area and opening the fridge. "Hmm, dessert. Still need to get that going and probably some pizzas and burgers for sure. Everyone loves that. Too late to barbecue anything since no one thought about cooking meat tonight. Probably another time." Nayoung continued to talk to herself before making a call to a few places.

Nayoung continued to talk to the dessert specialist on the other line as she watched her male friends set up the backyard and rearranging some of the tables and chairs into better positions. "Actually a full sheet is too much, could you make it a half a sheet, please? Yes, that would be perfect. Thank you. Mainly white with a bit of chocolate so kind of like a swirl. Yes, thank you. And please add in white icing and could you drizzle it with chocolate sauce and add in some fruits. Maybe strawberries, mainly. Yes, awesome. Oh and as for the writing, you could just put 'finally' with lots of exclamation marks. Wonderful. Nope that's all. Thank you and have a wonderful day." Nayoung hung up as she opened the back door to speak with the boys.

"Yo, I'm going to pick up the food now. Everyone should be back shortly. I doubt anyone will arrive early, so y'all are good." She told them as they gave her the O.K. signs that they had heard her. Making her way to the front door while grabbing her small purse and car keys she opened the door to come face to face with some stranger. "Hi. How may I help you?" "Is this the Silver One house?" The male asked as Nayoung looked at him indifferently. "That depends on who's asking." "Son Hyunwoo, the President of MX from the MX House. But better known as Shownu. And you are?" "Nayoung. What do you want to know about Silver One?" "I came to ask the head house person to cancel their party so that MX and MBB can have theirs." "And why should they cancel it?"

"Because our party is going to be the biggest and loudest party here at Starship University." Hyunwoo began to explained. "And it would be great it Silver One could back off and not ruin it for us." "How is a small party going to ruin the biggest and greatest MX party of the year?" "By taking our entertainment system." "That makes no sense. Weren't you guys supposed to have some hotshot DJ that was going to be your entertainment system?" "Yes, but he'll be running late and so we need the system until he arrives." "I see. Wow, that's kind of dumb." "Do you know if this is the Silver One house or not?" "I do, but I'm not telling you." "Why not?" "Because your reason to cancel a small party is seriously childish." Nayoung told Hyunwoo off as she continued.

"Plus, if MX is so great and will be having the craziest party ever, I doubt anyone is going to care about the music being played if you can just connect your blue-tooth to it and have everyone already getting wasted and playing drinking games." "It's not the same." Hyunwoo answered as he ran a hand through his hair. "Could you at least tell me where this head person of Silver One is?" "No, I can't. I'm busy and need to get going." She pushed the male away so she could close the door and side-stepped around him to head towards her car. "All I'm asking is for something simple. You don't need to make it any more difficult than you already are." Hyunwoo told to Nayoung's retreating back that made her swiftly swirl around to glare at the male.

"Honestly, if you're so worried about it, why not talk to the dean about it?" Her tone then became sarcastic. "I'm sure she'll love to hear you wanting to squash out a small house party that started just four years ago compare to the biggest and baddest MX that has been around for years now." Hyunwoo remained silent as he just looked at her while Nayoung scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever man. It's of no concern of mine." She unlocked her car, got inside, and drove off as Hyunwoo watched the vehicle grow smaller and smaller. He then glanced at the house before him. "So this is Silver One. Tch." He clicked his tongue at the sight. "No way am I'm talking to the dean about this. We'll deal with this the MX's way." He left to return to the MX house.

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Both set of twins were hooking up the system outside in the backyard and testing it to see if it worked or not. Miseung and Minwoo were rearranging all the snacks on the table in the living room and filling in the coolers with the bottles of juices and water. The other four were in the kitchen preparing the food as they cut up the sandwiches into smaller portions, separated the pizza slices, made the burgers into smaller sizes, and cut the cake into individual slices so that they didn't have to bother with it later on. Everything was going perfectly well until the group of six that were inside the house heard screams and the sounds of gunfire coming from the backyard and rushed to go see what it was.

But before the group of six could investigate, the group of four from outside had already rushed back into the house for safety blocking their way to see what was really going on outside. No one had time to ask anything when they suddenly heard glass shattering from the windows of the kitchen and witnessed what appeared to be a few sets of firecrackers that began popping. Before they could run off for safety the group also saw several ping pongs falling onto the floor that released some pink, teal, and blue smoke as it begun to fill up the space and blurred their vision. Someone yelled out 'duck' and everyone began to crowd around one another trying to protect the other from whatever was going on right now.

Somehow a few of them got all of them to head upstairs while navigating through the smoke by crawling carefully on the floor after the firecrackers had finished and where they were sure that there was nothing going on and opened up all the windows on the second floor to air out the smoke so that they could breathe. Donghyun, Jeongmin, Miseung, and Nayoung happened to notice a few people wearing bandanas over their faces while running off with the sound system. "Hey! That's not yours!" They yelled out which made the masked figures run off faster and the quartet running off to find the others to chase after them. "Dude, should we just tell your aunt about it?" Hyunseong asked once they got done talking. "She is the dean of the school."

"Ugh. I don't want her to worry about this stupid incident though." Eunbyul stated as they all headed downstairs to see the aftermath of what had just happened. "Ugh, fuck those guys, man. MX are a bunch of petty fools." Hanbyul cussed upon seeing the big mess. "Well, we're eventually going to have to tell her about Silver One though." Minwoo said as he swatted at the remaining smoke in the air. "I think we should call off the party." Kwangmin suggested while looking at his female friends with Youngmin agreeing a second later. "We have to clean up the mess and check to see if the food is still edible." "This is so stupid." Nayoung glared at the room before her. "They rather act like this instead of being mature about it. Ugh, so frustrating."

"Alright, let's just clean up for now guys." Eunbyul ordered with a sigh as she went to get the broom and dustpan. "Yeah, let's clean first and we can talk afterwards." Donghyun nodded his head in agreement as he followed after Eunbyul. "I'm gonna call and message the people that were invited since it was just going to be a small party in the first place." Miseung said as she pulled out her phone and a list of numbers that the female trio had compiled for her earlier if the attendees needed directions to get to Silver One or something. "Alright, the rest of us can go help clean and test taste the food." Jeongmin softly smiled as the group went about to doing what they needed to do.

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By the time everything was cleaned up and the food tested, the female quartet crashed onto the couches in their living room once the boys had left a few minutes ago since the party was off and they had classes the next day. "This sucks." Hanbyul complained. "I really wanted to drink the night away." "You know that you still can right?" Eunbyul looked at her twin as Hanbyul groaned. "It's not the same because we're not doing anything." "You know what? Fuck it. Let's just do it with just us anyways." Nayoung said as she stood up. "Party or no party, we're still gonna hang out and do our thing. Fcuk MX and their big ass party or whatever." "What about the boys?" Miseung asked as Nayoung frowned remembering. "Oh, right. I forgot about them."

"Oh, well fuck it." Nayoung dismissed. "It's just gonna be us then." "Alright, let's do this!" Hanbyul exclaimed as she ran over to the coolers, pulled out four random alcoholic drinks, uncapped it with a bottle opener, and brought it over to the others. "Cheers." "Only you would do something like this." Eunbyul chuckled as she took one and the others doing the same. "Of course." "Alright, then." Miseung began. "To our final year at S-U and whatever lies before us." "To our final year!" The other three exclaimed as the quartet clinked their bottles against one another down a bit of their beers. "Ahh, wow. This flavor is strong." Nayoung grimaced as she looked at her friends. "Let's eat. I'm starving." "You were the food tester." Eunbyul countered as Nayoung just grinned.

Meanwhile at the MX house, the party was booming thanks to the sound system they managed to retrieve. Everyone was jamming out, drinking whatever someone was mixing in the kitchen, a few people were already topless, and someone was already passed out by one of the guest toilet. It was definitely the biggest, the loudest, and the craziest party to date for the MX fraternity. Unfortunately, it was unexpectedly cut super early when their power went out. All the party-goers looked around at one another trying to adjust to the darkness that suddenly surrounded them in their tipsy state. "It's alright, everyone. We got it under control." Minhyuk yelled as he went to find his fellow frat brothers to assess the situation and figure out what was going on.

The group of seven finally gathered in their meeting room with all of them holding flashlights and pointing it at one another. "Did you forget to pay for the electricity bill again, Hyungwon?" Kihyun asked as he shook his head. "I paid it last week." "Then did someone trip a wire or something?" Kihyun asked looking at the others. "I already checked the breakers. They're fine." Minhyuk stated. "It's pouring rain outside, guys. It's the weather." Changkyun stated as he heard the downpour first and went to go check to make sure that it was the rain. "Yeah, it's definitely the rain." Everyone went to crowd around the window and indeed saw the heavy rain crashing against their house and the campus in complete darkness.

"This is the worst MX party ever." Jooheon let out in a bummed tone before noticing a flicker of light in the distance. "Did you guys see that?" "See what?" Hoseok asked as he didn't see anything. "Over there." Jooheon pointed off in the distance when he saw the same flickering of lights again before it lit up a two-story house. "There. That building over there." "That's the Silver One house." Hyunwoo confirmed. "The one that was also going to have a party tonight, too, until we took their sound system from them, right?" Hoseok let out with wry laugh. "Yeah." "They must have a backup generator." Hyungwon muttered as Minhyuk grinned. "Should we take that, too?" "Not in this rain." Kihyun said as the rain continued to pour.

"Should we check it out anyways?" Changkyun grinned at his friends. "Seems there's still a party going on." "I'm surprised they haven't call in a complaint about the smoke bombs." Kihyun voiced out as Hoseok voiced his. "I'm more surprised that they didn't file a complaint about the black-cat firecrackers." "Didn't you think it was kind of extreme to do that to them though?" Changkyun looked at his friends. "Over a sound system." "It was fun though." Hyunwoo laughed as Minhyuk agreed. "Haha, yeah it was. Hearing all of their screams." "Anyways," Kihyun interrupted them. "So are we going over there or not?" "Do you think that's wise?" Hyungwon asked as Jooheon nodded his head. "Yeah, after we stole the sound system and threw smoke bombs and firecrackers at them." "Who cares? Everyone loves us. Let's go." Minhyuk said as he left first with the others following after him.

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"I'm so glad we went with that backup generator." Eunbyul let out a relieved breath as the quartet settled back onto the sofa. "Because of me." Miseung grinned as the others rolled their eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're so smart." Nayoung teased her cousin as she turned the TV back on. "Oh, hey, let me play this song." Miseung said as Nayoung handed the control over to her. "It better not be a kid song, Miseung." Hanbyul said with a dry look. "We're supposed to party. Not fall asleep." "It's not. I play this for my niece and she likes it even though it just came out ten days ago." Miseung found Marshmello's Moving On and clicked on it. "Oh this one." Nayoung let out upon recognizing the title. "Yeah, your niece really likes it." "She's your niece, too." "You first." "Whatever."

The quartet bopped their heads to it as Miseung continued to play more songs from Marshmello and several minutes later ended at her favorite one, Alone. "Oh my god, this one goes super hard near the end." And soon enough the girls were jamming out to it with their own sound system going just as hard. Because of that, the quartet didn't hear the knocks on their door leaving the group of boys outside to stand in the pouring rain. Changkyun had moved over to where the broken window was and peered inside despite the makeshift covering they had for it. He bopped his head to the song as he watched the four inside dancing like no one was watching with a bottle of beer in their grasps.

Changkyun made eye contact with Hanbyul and he ducked down upon being noticed. "Shit. One of them saw me." "Who?" Minhyuk asked as Changkyun just pointed. "I don't know, but they did." "Dude, we're here for a reason." Kihyun said with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes. Soon enough the door was opened with the girls looking at the boys. "What do you guys want?" Nayoung asked spotting the president as no one said anything. "Did you come to steal our generator, too?" Miseung sarcastically asked them as Jooheon looked at her with surprised. "How did you know?" The others slapped him as Miseung rolled her eyes. "I didn't." "What do you guys want?" Eunbyul repeated the question they didn't answer.

"Because there has to be a reason y'all are over here instead of at your biggest, loudest, and craziest MX party at the MX house." Hanbyul added with a smug look. "Especially when the main people are standing right before us." "Well, you see, uh..." Hyunwoo trailed off as he had no idea what to say. "Could you let us in first? It's wet and cold out here." Hyungwon asked as the girls looked at one another and moved out of the way to let them inside with an indifferent look. The males happily entered as they were thrilled to be out of the rain and somewhere dry. They scanned the area with curious glances as the females took their seats back on the couch and paid attention to watching a movie now instead of listening to music.

"When it stops raining you guys can go back." Nayoung told them as Miseung added more with an indifferent tone. "Actually, y'all can just leave now since none of you told us why you're here." "We were curious as to why you're the only one with electricity." Hoseok admitted. "And now we know." "Okay, cool. You can leave now." Miseung replied as Hoseok frowned at her attitude. "Why are you being so rude?" "Because I can after that fiasco you guys caused upon us earlier. Damn MX." Miseung tsked as Hyunwoo finally stepped forward to stop the duo's bickering. "Look, we're sorry about the things that we have done to you today." He apologized with the other six nodding their heads in silent agreement. "And we just want to call truce."

The quartet looked at one another in disbelief while casting their eyes upon the group of seven. "MX wants to call truce?" Eunbyul asked with a disbelief tone. "Why?" Hanbyul asked with a suspicious look. "MX never asks for a truce nor do they apologize. I don't believe you. So, what's the catch?" "There's no catch." Hyunwoo stated with a serious tone with the other six nodding their heads eagerly. Miseung shook her head and got up. "Truce or not, I'm not going to bother." She stated as she made her way towards the stairs while giving a dirty look at Hoseok. "Especially not with someone that still passes out flyers to you when you don't want it." Hoseok suddenly grabbed Miseung's arm offended by her words preventing her from leaving the room. "What is wrong with you?"

"I don't like you." Miseung answered him with a glare as she tried to twist her arm out of his hold. "Now would you please let go?" "No." "What the fcuk?" And the two began a tug-of-war of sort with Miseung's arm while the rest watched as they weren't sure how to go about it. It led to the duo stumbling towards the tables and crashing into it. A while ago, before the boys had shown up, the girls had moved all of the actual food with the rest of the snacks in the living room. And Miseung ended up smashing a slice of cake in Hoseok's face out of annoyance and frustration. "I swear, you're so hella annoying." Hoseok wiped the mess off of his face with his free hand and smeared the rest of it onto Miseung's face a second later. "And you, are hella stubborn."

Miseung pushed Hoseok out of annoyance, but the male barely budged who just laughed in response as the two continued to just sit on the floor. "Well," Kihyun cleared his throat as he looked around at everyone, "We all definitely got off on the wrong foot, so why don't we all just start over. Shall we?" The other female trio had looked at one another and nodded their heads as they looked over at Miseung who just shook her head with a smile. Her friends gave her another hard look and she let out a reluctant sigh. "Fine, I guess." Hanbyul clapped her hands together with a large smile. "Now, that we're all cool with each other." She cast a glance in Miseung's direction with a smirk. "Somewhat." Before looking at everyone else. "Let's party."

Everyone practically cheered upon returning to partying as Miseung stood up while dusting herself off with an annoyed look on her face. "Ugh, I would rather shower and then curl up in my bed instead." She muttered to herself as Hoseok smirked also doing the same thing. "Want company for both?" Miseung gazed at him startled as she rolled her eyes. "No thanks." "Hey, it was worth a try." "Well, you can try again when I'm in a much better mood." "Really?" "No." She deadpanned before she felt her lips twitched as she looked away from him. "Maybe." And she ran off and up the stairs feeling slightly embarrassed about what she had just said and possibly implied leaving Hoseok to stare after her with a silly grin.

Meanwhile Eunbyul and Hanbyul began a dance battle against Jooheon and Changkyun with Hyungwon being in changed of the music. Minhyuk and Kihyun had wandered off to the food table and cleaned it up with Hoseok's help and started passing out beverages and snacks to the others. Hyunwoo had pulled Nayoung off to the side to talk with her privately. "Yeah?" Nayoung asked when the two were far enough away from the others to converse quietly. "I just wanted to apologize." Hyunwoo told her as she looked at him weirdly. "I thought you already did?" "I meant personally. I'm the president of MX and if it wasn't for me, then none of this would have happened." "Hmm, true, but then we all wouldn't have met and talked, right?"

Hyunwoo regarded her a bit with a soft smile. "True, but wouldn't we have crossed paths eventually?" "Um, I don't think so." Nayoung grinned at him. "We've been here for four years and neither of us has ever interacted with a MX member until now." "Really? Everyone knows us." "I know, but that doesn't mean everyone wants to be around you." Nayoung then shrugged. "Well, I guess us four never really bothered about fraternities and sororities." Hyunwoo then sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact with her. "Um, well, now that we're here and all, maybe that could change?" Nayoung looked at him with a soft smile. "It could. How would you like to go about that?" "Are you free tomorrow night?" "Yeah." "Then it's a date." "It's a date."