#yj:start

[juwonyj]

        OPEN STARTER | LOCATION: ysa bounty.

         the night had been mostly uneventful, even though his bartender had called out at the very last second, forcing juwon to work behind the bar in their place. he was a little rusty, but he managed. happy hour had just ended, and juwon was running around ysa bounty settling tabs. or at least he had been, until he had made the mistake of stopping in front of a familiar face. in just a matter of seconds, he had been sucked into the same round of back-and-forth that they had every time they met over the bar.

        “for the last time, you have to pay for your drinks!” juwon scolded fondly, eyes narrowed in a playful glare at the person in front of him. he leaned forward, supported by both of his hands on the bar that separated them. “i already gave you free food tonight out of the kindness of my heart, same as last time you were here.”

        his words might have had an air of finality, but both parties knew he was probably still going to give them the free drinks. he couldn’t help it-he had a serious soft spot for his fellow residents of the sharehouse... the ones he recognized, anyway. juwon knew they all struggled in their own ways, and he enjoyed having such an easy way to make their days a little bit better. he often let them enjoy a free meal or two every once in a while. and the person standing in front of him knew it.

                 “i’m not letting you eat and drink me out of house and home.”

[yjseoks]

jonas stood in front of the sink in the main building’s kitchen, broad shoulders looming over as water ran at a steady pace. after wrestling with the hot and cold water nozzles for a good half minute, he’d finally settled on what was the perfect temperature for him to work with; not too hot, nor too cold. the aftermath of his latest creation left a minor mess in the kitchen, despite his best efforts in sticking to his method of cleaning as he went --- it was just so he’d have to do less work later, but it worked most of the time.

he was scrubbing the last of his dirtied pans when he heard footsteps approaching over the rush of water. at least, what he assume to be footsteps.

both sides of the sink were turned off in favor of greeting the noise maker, with a warm smile, and a desire to get some extra food off his conscious. he’d made too much, and hated the thought of it going uneaten, even after portioning a good amount for himself. it happened far too often when jonas decided to make any type of pasta dish, but he never seemed to learn. perhaps that was his fate.

“ hi, ” he greeted, sheepish smile growing as his his soap-covered hands reached for the hand towel he’d claimed as his own for the night; jonas was certain he would make sure to get it to the laundry room later in the night, but no promises could be made on such a front. “ do you want some carbonara? i ended up making way too much...” he trailed, gaze wandering to the dish he had already put in a couple containers. “ it’s not vegan friendly... but if you don’t mind that you should take some. ”

[yjxiaohui]

open to 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 !

if xiaohui’s being honest with herself, she’s not prepared for things very often, preferring to take each step as it comes. the one thing she is always ready for, however, is inspiration ; there’s a reason she keeps a notebook and pen case in her backpack at all times, and this afternoon is just another example of that. she’d been walking through the common area when her eye was caught — a new plant is positioned oh so nicely next to the window, curtains brushing against it as the breeze gently pushes through and lets the sunlight filter into the room. these kind of things only last for an instant, so she pulls out her drawing supplies and sits down ; not on a couch, mind you, but right where she’d been standing in the middle of the room, oblivious to everything around her as she focuses on capturing the moment.

[minsooyj]

status › open. location › main building.

      with his air pods securely tucked into his ears, minsoo wiggled around to the new carly rae album, clothes hamper held in his grasp as he made his way down to the laundry room in the main building. he’d like to say that he spent ALL of his sunday’s like this-- doing his laundry and cleaning up like a good boy-- but doing laundry on a regular schedule wasn’t a normal thing for him, really. if anything, he had the tendency to wait until the last possible second before throwing an obnoxiously large load into an open washing machine. it wasn’t really the most PRACTICAL method, but minsoo was never really known for being a “practical” person to begin with.

      that being said, just two weeks after doing his last load of laundry, minsoo was already back doing his next-- mostly because his mom sent him a few reminders this morning after noticing him repeating one of his t-shirts in a few of his vlogs last week ( he really needed to get her to stop watching his videos at some point )-- but he figured it counted for something at the very least.

      humming along to the lyrics, minsoo’s far too distracted to notice the stray sock someone else must’ve dropped on their way to the laundry room. and maybe it wouldn’t have been much of an issue if minsoo’s ass didn’t seem to attract hardwood floors at every single clumsy opportunity offered to him... but it did. which means he busted his ass on the ground as soon as his foot slid across the lone straggler, causing him to upend his laundry basket over himself and the floor surrounding him.

      he hated that his first thought was ‘i should���ve been vlogging this.’

[arayj]

EXT. SOMEWHERE AROUND YONGSA - DAY --- open for anyone

it was hard to be pocket-sized. however, the great distance that the pair have accumulated from each other was partly her fault as she was a one curious being. every thing that strikes her fancy, she takes a moment to gander at it. yongsa was like a wonderland to her and she was alice. she almost skipped towards the other just to catch up. once she managed to match her counterpart’s pace, her interest grew on the mysterious destination she was promised. perhaps it was uttered earlier, but the mention of a new adventure had her feet already running. still, she needed to sate the meddling thought in her mind.

“where are we going again?”

[yuminyj]

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y.umin: tokyo fashion week has been so magical  y.umin: wish you would’ve come with me :((

[yjbenny]

                     status :             ☾ — OPEN !                       location :          ☾ — MAIN BUILDING; KITCHEN !

        SULKING could most accurate describe the action benny had taken to fill her afternoon, loud scraping footsteps and hollow sighs following her as she dragged her feet into the kitchen. around the island, not once, but twice, before leaning back and opening the fridge, perusing the endless snacks therein. (a communal space made them communal snacks, right?) her fingers dug through the shelves, tongue clicking in an imperceptible rhythm. peach? it looked sweet, it looked like hers now. she snatched it from it’s place and gave the remaining food a once over. this was surely enough, plus one peach wouldn’t be that missed, right?

        MAYBE somewhere deep down she might even feel a little bit bad, but even the footsteps rounding the corner into the room didn’t stop her from sinking her teeth into the pale flesh. she simply turned toward the noise. her relatively blank stare met the face attached to the steps and she watched unwavering, peach resting in her hand, which has lowered considerably. not even a second had passed before the silence felt overwhelming. “uh... hey,” she mumbled, muffled behind another bite. pause. “it’s rude to stare, you know.”

[yjtaemin-blog]

    taemin was stood outside of the game store’s window. his eyes looking at the new console that has just come out. he had been anticipating the release of it for months. he really wished that he was able to afford it but he would have to work so many hours at the flower shop to even get a chance to afford that. he had bills to pay, food to eat ( he has an unhealthy habit of always eating out ), and bus tickets to pay for.  “ i wish i didn’t have responsibilities, ” he muttered to himself. his face was practically squished against the glass. if he would have snapped out of it, he would be embarrassed and be quick to leave. 

    the game put him in a trance, one that a witch would cast on someone who defied her. it was like the game was pulling him in. bystanders were probably laughing at him at this point. he turned to a random stranger passing by “ why do they make these systems so expensive and then they charge so much for the games you can actually play on them? it makes no sense, “ his lips once neutral soon turned into a pout, he seemed like a whining kid. all over a stupid gaming console. 

[yjerin-blog]

open text starter; feel free to reply !! 

( erin ): LEAVE ME ALONE FUCKIGN HELL !!!!!!!!!!! 

( erin ):  im sjo sorry wrong number 

( erin ):  oh my god

( erin ):  pretend you didnt see that

( erin ):  please 

[yjdaphne]

status › open. location › main building.

      the moment daphné returns from her short trip to seoul, rather than heading towards her own building to unload her things and settle in for the evening, she collapses onto one of the nearest lounge chairs she sees in the main building. she lets her tote fall to the ground as she tucks her slipper-covered feet beneath her. normally, she’d label this as GAUCHE behavior from just about anyone else, but she preferred to excuse herself from that narrative entirely. because she simply wasn’t gauche, of course--- no matter what she did. and that was an absolutely indisputable fact!

      she rustles through her camera bag as soon as she’s settled, wanting to go through the pictures she had taken that day. gugudan had held a small fan event in seoul that afternoon, which of course, caused daphné to purchase the earliest train ticket available. it was honestly RARE for the girl to miss any opportunity to go take pictures of her favorite group, especially seeing as it was her ‘ pseudo ’ job to do so ( an unpaid one, at that ). she scrunches her nose up slightly at some of the poorly framed shots, simply blaming those specific ones on her excitement of finally getting to see the group ( and mimi, specifically, of course ) again. she makes a small noise of disapproval at those shots in particular, before deleting them and moving on. she’d have to upload them onto her computer and get them posted to her twitter as soon as possible, but she had every intention of relaxing beforehand--- train rides were not her thing and she needed a solid hour or two dedicated to recovering from the trip, alone.

      she stretches her legs out and onto the footrest in front of her, folding her hands over her stomach and letting her eyes slip shut for a moment. recovery time WOULD be a helluva lot more convenient in her room, but this would do for now. daphné forgot to account for the other residents wandering through the lobby, of course, and a small ripple of annoyance passes through her briefly at the sound of someone nearby momentarily disturbing her peace. rather than snapping at the individual like she was TEMPTED to do ( despite them not actually being guilty of anything ), she’s quick to wave them over. “let me get your opinion on something, s'il vous plaît,” she requests, sitting up in her chair and taking her camera back out and resting it in her lap.

[yujaenhq]

and with that, our interactions are open ! when posting interactions, be sure to keep our dash rules and our house rules in mind; but most of all, have fun and happy rping ! be sure to tag your open starters with YJ:START, and much like with the intro tag, there will be older starters from before the revamp in this tag, as well !! so be sure to focus on all of the ones above this post only ! keep your eyes on the lookout for another post from us tonight, as we have a small, opening day surprise up our sleeve ! 

[yjhnl]

“listen, i’m more than happy to share  ---”  hansol shrugs off the stare he is met with as he sits with a meal that was most certainly not his, but had not been claimed at the front door by anybody else. “just don’t go telling the whole world i’m some kind of charitable guy.”

[mvckiesyj]

he saw it, how love was all round the sharehouse and all of his friends were finding people, connecting in a way he never could. for the first time in so long he felt jealousy, felt it even more so today when it should’ve been an occasion to celebrate and now all he could do was grieve. today was his ex’s birthday, after valentine’s which only cemented the feeling of isolation he’d been feeling recently. sure he had friends, family, but they would all go and find love and live their lives to the fullest, and he’d be stuck here, alone once more. mickie thought about it, about disappearing again and making sure he wouldn’t bring harm to them, in his head if he was gone their lives would be ten times better. now he was just sulking in the alley, outside his place because his absentmindedness made him lock himself out, forgetting to bring out his keys and phone. “do you ever wonder how life would go on if you were just gone?” he mumbled, hearing footsteps approaching but never making eye contact. “would people still be the same? would it be any different?”

[yjsacha]

it’s not often that sacha finds his mind drifting back to st. petersburg. most days it feels like a distant memory, a fairytale of an empty manor and snowy grounds and ornate cathedrals. but it had started with a call from his old coach, his voice still gruff and warm when barking through the line in russian. it sends sacha spiraling back to his youth, of freshly frozen lakes and winter markets and the harsh lettering of cyrillic. it settles in his chest like an aching infection, heavy and dull beneath his ribs. so sacha finds himself giving a call to his old housekeeper, his hand frantically writing down the instructions she relays over the phone in between her maternal cooing over how much she misses the son of the house. what follows is a trip to the grocery store, where russian brands are swapped for korean, but hte ingredients are the same. 

now he finds himself in the kitchen, the front of his hair tied up in a blossoming little ponytail and an apron shielding his front. every ingredient is portioned out and spread across the counter and tables, with about three different pots cooking on the stove. his nostalgia has reached an all-time high, because his speakers are playing old 2000′s russo-pop hits instead of the usual girl group playlist he blasts whenever he’s cooking or working out. it’s right when he’s pulling out the first batch of pirozhki comes out of the oven that another enters the kitchen. sacha carefully places the hot cooking sheet onto the counter before removing his oven mitts. 

“ come here, little guinea pig, ” he beckons, the hair tied above his head bobbing with the wave of his hand. “ sit, sit. doesn’t it smell good? try it, tell me what you think. ”

[yjminseok-blog]

  ▒ ┈ crossing his leg over his thigh, minseok was rounding through his social media tabs pretty aimlessly. it was later in the evening so the sharehouse kitchen was an easy claim for him. now testing a small - he wouldnt even really call this one a robot considering it was just a poorly duct taped together arm with a motor on it. it was supposed to pour him cereal but as it tipped the box over, missed most of the bowl with the cereal, dumped the milk everywhere and didnt even get the spoon to his mouth. the calibrations were far off. minseok didnt show really any reaction to it, still on his phone he just shook his head and looked at the contraction. “hm.” he hummed before playing with the minion themed duct tape, trying to make it a little tighter.        “ well. i guess i still have to use my hands. “ the red head spoke outloud before peeling the tape off the counter, and picking up the robot going to ditch the kitchen without cleaning up his mess at all, he almost walked into someone on the way out. unsure if they had seen anything he just did a two finger salute with a small smirk on his face. “ you can buy this bad boy on my etsy shop. “ patting the poorly thrown together robotic arm. 

[taeilyj-blog]

     for taeil to have watched a bunch of horror movies the night before the storm had hit was seriously unfortunate timing on his behalf. scenes both paranormal and just straight up gory lingered in the back of his mind more prominently than usual now that the majority of the sharehouse was shrouded in darkness, and as silly as he knew it was, it was hard for him to not associate each little sound around him with something that was out to get him. 

     flashlight in hand, he crept as silently as he could through the sharehouse, intent on camping out in the main building until this all blew over -- a safe zone, if you will -- hopefully sooner rather than later. at first he’d managed to keep his cool, seeming relatively unbothered about the situation but it wasn’t long before taeil was scurrying along the hall, mumbling nonsense under his breath to distract himself from the embarrassing sense of panic that was washing over him. it was only when he picked up on the sound of a door clicking nearby did he completely freeze in place like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as he shone the flashlight in the direction of the noise, likely directly in the poor unassuming person’s face. 

          “ who is it? who’s there? don’t mess with me! ”