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@ynjeonghxn:

“It’s okay,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes while sitting up on the dressing room couch, having a look around at the others who were still snoozing in there. “I was half awake anyway.” They’d arrived early on that morning to the music show, and seeing as the staff was still setting up the stage they couldn’t really rehearse so most of them decided on napping until the hair and make up departments arrived. “They still are though, so we might wanna grab whatever you needed from in here and head out… Do you happen to know where the bathrooms are backstage?”

That boy was most startlingly handsome and, it seemed, Taeyeon had finally figured out why some of the rookie idol girls were lingering around outside. She knew Seventeen, and had actually really liked their song, but had actually returned to get her earphones. Grabbing them off of the dressing table she’d left it on earlier, she tip toed her way back out, careful not to wake the tired boys who - no doubt - needed the rest. “Sure, it’s just upstairs,” she responded in a light whisper, leading them out before her voice returned to a regular volume, “There’s one down the hallway but it’s apparently haunted so no one goes in that one.”

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prkjmni:

Jimin bursts out laughing at the things she blurted out so easily, just like that and the song popped out in his mind but with the lyrics she had just made up and his laughter increased, his hands clapping together as a small ache hit at the pit of his stomach. “Ahh, you are terrible. How can you be like this?” He joked, the orbs staring back at his, replacing the laughter by a playful smile and blows against her facial features for a second. “Sleepyhead.”

“I still vote for fluffy pajamas with pets all over it such as bunnies or puppies or some other cute animal. With small, tiny wolves! That would be some view.” The pink haired male ran his digit across her eyelid carefully, smiling at the sleepyness readable across the swollen skin. How could he ever imagine his life ending up like that? Having anxiety and panic attacks, murder images pushing through his memories when his deepest instincts were begging to quick in and he desperately tried to keep his own personality, his original character. And yet, he became a vet and he found a best friend like her, sneaking into her dorm and play with the pups that somehow loved his natural scent more than any other creature. “I’ve been… so exhausted, work just gets on growing more and more and I can barely sleep these days. I missed you too, that’s why I had to show up in the middle of the night to bug you. I wonder how ones does not beat me with an hammer for waking her up at 5 am.”

Though she kept it a secret for a long time, Jimin sneaking into her room at night, her secret was busted as soon as she moved into the dormitory - it was hard to hide a teenage boy from a very hyperactive and awake room mate after all. The girls used to scold her for letting him in, assuming that he was some sort of hooligan, a bad boy who would only use her. However, with the time that went by, they become accustomed to his presence and realised that he was anything but a player - he was their dear leader’s best friend when ever she felt like she had no one. Her manager had no idea though, of course; who would curse the poor working man with such a dangerous secret?

“Well, I was cold anyway,” she explained, a hand slipping under the back of his shirt to feel his hot skin against her palm, “And you really did save me having to go in search of another blanket.” Ever since more of the girls moved out and back to their own homes, their bedrooms had become quieter. Taeyeon only ever shared a room when they were promoting together and, otherwise, she was alone every night. “And plus, I only got home not long ago,” she added with a sigh, her eyes fluttering closed, “Rehearsals, recordings, photo shoots... it seems like we only get busier now.”

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butlersrus:

“Whichever you say first, it doesn’t matter which. I answer to both” He grinned, nodding slightly as he looked around. Hansol tried to remember ever spot as they walked through, not wanting to forget each place and how to get around. “Well, no matter how many people are here, I’ll still do my job” He smiled, his hands clasped in front of him. “What about allergies? Pets? Likes and dislikes?”

“Well, I like to sleep,” she laughed lightheartedly, “And, honestly, I stay in bed most days - I game a lot, you see, so if you need me anytime then I’ll probably be in there. The other girls are usually out with their friends when we don’t have schedules; they’re the sociable ones.” Working for an apartment full of girls, many loud and boisterous, would definitely be tough work for Hansol, but she figured that she should have been the easiest to work for. Maybe.

“Pets wise, we all have our little pups and kittens, though it’s mostly just Tiffany’s Prince that’s around a lot - he’s napping in her room right now,” she explained, “You’ll see them here now and then, but they’re mostly staying with out parents since we don’t have time to look after them. My pup’s staying in Jeonju with my parents.” Leading him into the kitchen, she showed him where they kept all of their utensils and the fridge - well stocked, partly because Taeyeon liked to cook and also because no one was home enough to eat it all; except her and she rarely ever ate. “I’m allergic to nuts,” she listed, “So I have to be pretty careful with that. And Sica’s allergic to – oh.”

“Um, right, just the nuts.”

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"A blanket would be the best idea, but I think the oven might be pushing it a little," she joked, pretending to take his suggestion seriously, "Maybe it can be a rehash of our Genie concept - we can appear in an oven instead of a lamp. We'll call it 'Roast' and the main line can be 'Tell me your seasoning'." She burst into laughter, her own pitiful sense of humor too much even for her. Though with a pretty face and delicate features, her actions moreso resembled that of an older, middle aged lady - exaggerated, dorky and somewhat silly.

"Oh goodness, Puppy," she continued to chuckle, settling herself back into his embrace, "The closest I've come to that is the poncho that they let me wear when I had my solo debut. I think it was the warmest thing ever ever worn in my life." Resting her chin against his chest, Taeyeon looked up at him with her wide eyes - no make up, no curled hair and no costume. With Jimin, she only ever had to be herself and that might have been one of the reasons she liked being around him so much. "How have you been anyway? I missed you."

For @prkjmni

“I really like promoting, honestly,” Taeyeon slightly, pulling her thick sweat shirt over her head again before returning to the bed and settling herself in the boy’s embrace, “But why do we have to dress up to sing? It’s cold. Honestly, I think I look pretty nice like this too!” In stark contrast to her usual skirt and pretty, slowly tops, Taeyeon had snuggled herself into an old pair of gray pajamas - designer still, but it was comfortable and, most importantly, warm.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pressed her cool cheek against his chest. After all those years, the boy would have probably gotten used to being used as a living, breathing heater. “Reckon I could convince my manager to put you on my payroll?” she joked, looking up at him, “Professional cold-idol-girl warmer can be a legitimate occupation.”

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She makes a fist pump in the air - yes! Getting out of the back seat, she quickly slips herself into the front, smiling over at him. "Isn't this so much better?" Taeyeon said, pulling her beanie a little lower over her cold ears, "And you won't be as bored too. If I stayed sitting on the back, I would have fallen asleep too quickly."

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With a joking whine, Taeyeon shook her head, “No way, if we’re driving to Busan then either I get to drive - which is unlikely since this is your car - or I just to sit shot gun and wave at the passing cars.”

Dae can’t help but sigh. “Alright, hold on.” It’s one of his less expensive sports cars. He pulls into a parking area for something, he doesn’t know what. “Alright, get up here.” 

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She was glad that he's asked her to call him by his first name; it was weird to greet someone so young, so formally. "Hansol, it is," she smiled, "Or Vernon. I guess we can see which one sticks better." Taeyeon figured that the first would have felt more intimate and been easier to nick name him with, but it might not be appropriate to call her butler Hannie. "Well, we have group promotions coming up later on in the year, so that's when most of us will be in and out of the dormitory," she explained, starting to walk him through the place, "But aside from that, only Tiffany, Sunny, Hyo and myself are usually here. I'm in the most, but that's because I don't go out to play much." She chuckled sheepishly at herself, somewhat embarrassed by how true her house fairy image really was.

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When her manager told her that they’d hired a butler to help around the dormitory - mostly to buy groceries and ensure that the girls’ didn’t struggle with their basic survival needs during promotion periods - Taeyeon had expected him to be older, pepper haired with laugh lines and a grandfatherly charm. The boy she’d opened the door for was anything but; handsome with striking, almost foreigner looks, he was easily younger than even Seohyun. “Butler Chwe,” she greeted after a long pause, what it took for her to understand the situation, “I heard that my manager had called you in a bit of a rush, sorry about that. Please come in! The other girls are out at the moment.”

He smiled and nodded, bowing his head slightly. “But if you don’t want to call me that, just call me Hansol. Or Vernon. Depending on which one you prefer” He smiled at her, clasping his hands in front of him as he entered. “It’s fine, I’m used to being here in a rush! It’s my job anyway. I’m supposed to be at your beck and call” Hansol nodded with a smile, looking around the house. “They’re out? It’s no problem. Don’t worry about it” He turned to the female, fiddling with his glove. “So is there anything specific I need to know?”

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"Hm..." she hummed softly for a moment, considering it but shook her head, "I think that, regardless of how much I work, I still wouldn't be able to date. Not like a normal person anyway." Such was the life of an idol. When she was younger and decided to follow her dream, she was aware of the sacrifices she would be making - no sleep, no home, no mum and dad, no oppa to look after her, no younger sister to dote on and, of course, no dating. It was a decision she had made so easily back then but, in retrospect, Taeyeon wondered if she even knew what she was signing up for. "I guess you can't blame someone who is lonely for cheating," she continued, "I don't think cheating is good, of course. I'm all for trusting and monogamous relationships, but people make weird decisions when they're hurt. You can't always blame them for it."

dahlia wondered if being able to see someone often was important. however in her mind the word ‘often’ was probably different from the one that taeyeon had in mind. "it depends on the person. for example a lot of things might happen if a partner feels lonely. in most shows i have watched , the one who is lonely sometimes ends up cheating. “ she only mentioned what she saw in dramas however dahlia was far from knowing how these things worked. 

ironically, dahlia wasn’t aware of who baekhyun was , however she was certain that if he let go of a beautiful woman like taeyeon, he must have a loose screw. “do you ever thinkg ‘ah if only i worked less, i would be able to date’ ?”

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For @prkjmni "I really like promoting, honestly," Taeyeon slightly, pulling her thick sweat shirt over her head again before returning to the bed and settling herself in the boy's embrace, "But why do we have to dress up to sing? It's cold. Honestly, I think I look pretty nice like this too!" In stark contrast to her usual skirt and pretty, slowly tops, Taeyeon had snuggled herself into an old pair of gray pajamas - designer still, but it was comfortable and, most importantly, warm. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pressed her cool cheek against his chest. After all those years, the boy would have probably gotten used to being used as a living, breathing heater. "Reckon I could convince my manager to put you on my payroll?" she joked, looking up at him, "Professional cold-idol-girl warmer can be a legitimate occupation."

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baecheou:

Joohyun smiled, trying to show her some sort of assurance. The thing is, it was difficult to promise assurance. They were all trying so hard to help their fellow member out, and prayed that nothing they did would go in vain. They all loved each other so much and Joohyun wanted nothing but the best for her members. They were always going to be her sisters, her family in Seoul who were more precious to her than anything in the world. But sometimes, the way Wendy held herself worried her so much. “I will, unnie. I’ll make sure to take care of her with to the best of my abilities.” Now, that was something she could promise. In fact, she would go way beyond her best to take care of not only Wendy, but the rest of Red Velvet. The girl seemed tough on the exterior, but she knew there was more to her than her bright smile and her astounding voice. “We usually try to tell her to…eat a lot. And she did go on that one food show where she got to eat a lot!” Asking for the older’s help…that wasn’t something Red Velvet’s leader could nod off to. She didn’t want to bother them, and so she shrugs the offer off with a smile.

“That’s good,” Taeyeon nodded, “I honestly should have a talk with your manager or something. I mean, I don’t know how much I can do when I’m just another artist, but you girls are young. All of this control isn’t good in the long run.” She started dieting when she was barely a teenager, trying so hard to fit into the perfectly pretty mould that she saw on the television screens, feeling that that was the only way to be a singer. Little did she know the long term damage it would do to her body, weak and aching often now.

She noticed that the younger didn’t exactly accept her help but understood that it would have been difficult. Instead, it was likely that Taeyeon would just take it on herself to check up on them now and then - it was what she should have done as a senior anyway. “Maybe I should bring you girls lunch sometime,” she suggested, smiling, “You know, I’m a pretty darn good cook.”

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delunariis:

✦✧✦ He followed the girl sheepishly and with a smile plastered on his face. “You’re surprisingly down to earth, for an idol of your caliber.” He spoke before he had time to really think over what he was saying. Only after hearing his words he realised just how rude they were. “I’m sorry, I mean… You’re so influential and it would make sense for you to be a bit of a diva but you’re not. You’re a really nice person.” He hoped that he explained himself more or less well enough.

He stood beside her as she was getting her car from the parking lot and only lightly laughed at the reaction she was getting. At the same time he replied. “If you’ve managed not to be in the news for constant crashing of your car then I’m sure you’re a good enough driver. I mean, nowadays with the internet and smartphones there would be no way to cover up if you were accident-prone. But I don’t remember even one word. Meaning you weren’t in any. That’s good enough for me.”

“Of my calibre?” she repeated, laughing at his words, “I can be a diva at times, I’ll admit. You wouldn’t want to be around me at those times.” Actually, Taeyeon was a rather meek and polite person even professionally, though she had her moments - mostly with stage crew or audio technicians who, in her opinion, were under performing. She was a hard worker, a perfectionist, and in return she expected others to be as well.

Once the valet had brought the car back, a luxury Porsche Boxter - her much loved Mercedes SLK was home in the garage - Taeyeon slipped easily into the driver’s seat. She’d always liked cars, being much more like her father than she could admit, and driving would always be a relaxing activity for her. “You’re pretty easy to convince then,” she teased, smoothly manoeuvring out of the car park, “Admittedly, part of a driver’s skill is also the engine.” 

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He was warm, and for that Taeyeon was always drawn towards Kyuhyun. Although they seemed to be very different people at times - herself more impulsive, stubborn and proud - he somehow calmed the hurt in her and seemed to fit with her perfectly. It was something she didn't want to lose. "Do you really think so?" Taeyeon asked, leaning her head back to give him a small smile, "I tried to dye it myself at home before - I turned half of my head deep green by accident. My hair dresser had a shock and we cut most of it off. They couldn't even bleach it out." She laughed softly, thinking back of the moment when she washed her hair out - she knew she was in trouble. But goodness, it was a funny moment. "I want to try it again soon," she added, wondering if Kyu might have thought her fashion choices strange, "Blue. Only this time, I'll just ask my hairdresser."

asy-kyuhyun:

He put his arm around her when she rested lightly on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he could smell the sweet shampoo from her shower. It was always so easy to relax with Taeyeon, she helped him to feel at ease, the soft movements coupled with her sweet voice always helped him to feel soothed. And of course to soothe her in return. 

It wasn’t important whether or not she actually drank the sweet liquid, it was more important that she would hold it and take little sips. Warm objects in the hands helped people feel more soothed, and the sugar would help with the shock from crying. At the question, he nodded without too much thought. “Of course I can stay, even if you had a tiny bed I would still stay,” he smiled, stroking through her hair. “Let me brush your hair for you.”

Her happiness was evident in her features when Kyuhyun said that he would stay over. She’d wanted to company so much and the thought of having to be alone that night, especially after seeing that man again, had brought up a sense of - now dissipated - dread. “My hair?” she blinked, taking a moment to register his words. It had been a long time since anyone aside from her hair stylist and coordinator had offered to do such a simple but intimate thing. Though she cut, bleached or heat styled her hair on an almost daily basis, Taeyeon’s blonde locks were still rather healthy and soft. She attributed this to regular keratin treatments… and that 97,000 won hair shampoo.

Leaning over, she pressed a brief kiss to his cheek before pushing herself to stand, still holding the mug, “Do you want to go to my room then? I have a brush in there.” Taeyeon was also rather missing her own blankets, truth be told.

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"For their own sake, I hope they don't," she laughed. Of course, she wanted to see Heechul settled down with a nice girl - someone who could miraculously compliment his humor, almost like his We Got Married wife whom he had become fairly good friends with - however, it seemed that the more she got to know him, the more she understood why a smart, good looking and wealthy man was still lonesome. "Ah, so it's NCT that you're interested in," Taeyeon teased, lightly elbowing her shoulder, "Is it Taeyong? He's very popular. Or maybe Mark, that little cutie." She joked good naturedly, knowing that both NCT and no doubt Momo would be under a dating ban; it did suck not being able to date during her teenage years. "You're pretty cute off-stage too," she insisted, "How about I introduce you? We'll go find them when they're at their sweatiest, then they can't judge."

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Taeyeon couldn’t help but pull a face - flower boy that Heechul was, he might have been one of the worst guys in the company to date and if he was an example of the sort of man the younger girl wanted… well, she was in trouble. “I don’t think he should be anybody’s type,” she half joked, shaking her head, “As for the other boys in the company… we do have some really good looking ones.”

As a matter of fact, Taeyeon had not so privately dated one of them recently, as well as others in the past. “When you work with them all the time though, the charm wears off,” she chuckled, brushing aside the thought, “You see them at the rehearsal rooms all sweaty, stinky and tripping over each other. It’s not the most attractive.”

` ★  ─  The elder’s expression got Momo doubling over in laughter; she meant it as a joke, but even as a joke, it was too much. The male in question was indeed an amazing man, but netizens would chew her alive if just a bit of scandal escalated. “ Unnie! I was just kidding! But I’m sure plenty of people would want to date oppa! ” She hummed softly, nodding along to her next sentence. “ Yeah, NCT is a pretty hot group these days right? ”

The dancer played with the ends of her hair, chewing on the cracked skin on her lips; a soft reminder to put more lip gloss when possible. “ I would consider it a blessing to see them everyday! But I think about how I see GOT7 sunbaes all the time and I understand what you mean. There’s so much more to them than what fans sees on stage, right? ” With a click of her tongue, she continued. “ But yeah, I’m pretty sure they think the same about us. We aren’t so glamorous off-stage either. ”

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When her manager told her that they'd hired a butler to help around the dormitory - mostly to buy groceries and ensure that the girls' didn't struggle with their basic survival needs during promotion periods - Taeyeon had expected him to be older, pepper haired with laugh lines and a grandfatherly charm. The boy she'd opened the door for was anything but; handsome with striking, almost foreigner looks, he was easily younger than even Seohyun. "Butler Chwe," she greeted after a long pause, what it took for her to understand the situation, "I heard that my manager had called you in a bit of a rush, sorry about that. Please come in! The other girls are out at the moment."

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Hansol straightened his jacket slightly looking at the door of his new mistress. He didn’t know who she was; he was hired anonymously. Checking his time on his phone ( he had lost his pocket watch three times; the company didn’t want to waste money on buying him a new one ) he rapped his knuckles on the door. A few moments later the door opened, and he gasped in surprise at the female. He had seen her face countless times on the TV. Hansol gaped, trying to find the right words before shaking his head, trying to regain his professionalism. “Uh, hi, miss. I was hired by someone to come serve you. I’m your butler, you can call me Chwe” He smiled, reaching up to brush his fringe out of his face.

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@bcdbehavior​:

“There’s just more room back there to stretch out. For long rides, I didn’t want to make you feel cramped!”

With a joking whine, Taeyeon shook her head, “No way, if we’re driving to Busan then either I get to drive - which is unlikely since this is your car - or I just to sit shot gun and wave at the passing cars.”