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iseul & ann

◜ ✦ ◞   If Iseul had been anyone else, they would’ve been scolded for being so indecisive. Instead, Ann would simply use her foot to hook one of the legs of her cushioned stool out from beneath the vanity. Motioning for Iseul to sit down with her arm all in one go. “Well, you got your top figured out.” She offered in an attempt to soothe her, since it was a tradition for them to wear matching sweaters during their Christmas parties. With her phone in hand she would unlock it before offering it to Iseul to put on music or play some sort of game on it. Ann wasn’t the type to just give her phone to someone - a show of explicit trust. Positioning herself behind her she’d place her chin atop of her head and give a hum, her face and hair already done up for the day. Her gaze narrowing ever so slightly in the mirror as if trying to envision what kind of look she would give the younger girl today. “Do you want glitter?”

                ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ “should i just borrow one of your dark jeans so we can match our whole outfit just this once?” iseul’s preference for skirts always outweigh anything else in her closet, but this year’s sweater has been a pain in the ass to couple with her wardrobe. well, it makes sense since ann picked it out. not that she’s complaining, no. if anything, iseul insisted on it, since ann goes along with the majority of her demands, and she figured it was her turn to do the same. without another word, she settles on the stool, scrunching her nose at her reflection. taking her friend’s phone in hand, iseul looks through her apps, just in case she had installed some new game that’d interest her. “always.” she smiles at ann’s reflection in the mirror. “but not too much or we’ll never hear the end of it from namsun — always complaining about how there’s glitter everywhere, as if i’m not the one who vacuums.” she huffs.

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namsun & saeran

◜ ҉ ◞ - - - Saeran couldn’t help the grin that made itself known upon his face, nor could he repress the chuckle he gave at the sound of Namsun’s complaints. Had it been anyone else’s complaints, he might’ve taken them to heart. Yet, since it was Namsun - he knew it was nothing more than his way of filling the air with the sound of his own voice. It was something he found rather endearing about him. Saeran did his best to assist the other with standing up and gaining his balance. Once Saeran was sure Namsun wouldn’t bring them both down in a comical display of clumsiness, he would give his hand a gentle squeeze. Perhaps in an attempt to reassure the other that he wasn’t laughing at his unease and that it was more so out of good nature.

“Have you been ice-skating before?” He asked whilst he himself stood straight with relative ease. Whilst he awaited Namsun’s inevitable response his eyes would wander about. Taking in the sight of various people going about their own business passively. However, his eyes would linger on those he had come to know and become fond of over the period of time of him living within the shared house. His sister on the opposite side of the rink as she spoke with one of the two surprise guests from their Christmas party. Whilst Iseul wasn’t too far away with her own hand clasped within the remaining surprise guest’s hand. Saeran’s brows furrowed slightly - what were their names again?

                  ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ there was no malice to the look he gave saeran — it was almost too playful — contrary to the daggers he shot at his friends’ general direction when namsun chanced a glance at them. not his first mistake of the day, and most certainly not his last. “does standing still and holding on the railing count?” he asks, half-joking and half-serious. it’s not a secret that namsun tries to avoid any sort of physically strenuous activity if he possibly can, and ice-skating just happens to fall in the ‘tried it once, and never again’ category of namsun’s life experiences, among many others. “why, was my fall too graceful to be made by a beginner?”

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iseul & ann

◜ ✧ ◞  “Issy, hurry up!” Ann called out to the younger woman from within her bathroom. Her hands busying themselves by pulling the plug on unnecessary appliances, such as her hair dryer, and the other hair dryer…and then the other other hair dryer. Each had it’s own supposed purpose and different levels of ‘quality’, but in reality all they really did was blow hot air onto her head so what did it matter, really? Wrapping up the cords precariously she would then toss the unused appliances into a selected drawer. Once finished she would then open up yet another drawer and pull out her selected tools, a hair straightener, brush, a fine toothed comb, and finally a bottle of detangler spray. One might think she resembled that of a solider going to war - and perhaps she was. A single solider that was going to battle against one of the greatest foes she had ever met; Mo Iseul’s unruly hair.

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                  ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ iseul truly never was a morning person, so being up two hours before her usual weekend alarm has put a slight damper on her otherwise cheerful mood. she suppose she could drift into a short nap while ann is doing her hair — then again, that’d be near impossible with her best friend chattering in her ear. “i’m coming!” she shouts back, stepping into the bathroom a few seconds later still in her pajamas, hair unkempt, and a mug of warm coffee in one hand. “i’m ready to sit here while you do my hair then decide an hour later that you don’t like it and start from the beginning again.” she’s only teasing despite the situation being something that has happened before. “speaking of being indecisive, i still don’t know what to wear for tonight’s party.”

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namsun & ann

◜★◞  - - -  “What? I have to buy gifts for everyone and have you steal the idea, feed you, AND dress Jeffree? You’re not setting a good example for him, you know?” Flashing him a signature devilish smirk, she would take the aux cord from his grasp without a word. Her gaze shifting to her phone as she immediately plugged the cord into the device with one hand whilst her other was already scrolling through her music albums. She wasn’t one to take ‘requests’, then again, he already knew that. It wasn’t long before the sound of an early 2000′s alternative song came through the speakers of Namsun’s car. While it was a western song - Ann had been quintessential in teaching him not only English curse words but the lyrics to many alternative-rock songs.

At the mention of Jisoo’s latest ‘great idea’, she couldn’t help the grin that came to her face as she leaned forward in her seat, resting her cheek against the side of Namsun’s seat. Peering up to him as best she could from that angle she would chuckle. “If you weren’t so afraid of Iseul hating you even more than she already does, you would be on board with it.” She teasingly pointed out, unable to resist poking fun at him. “Though, that sounds like a lot of work and even more of the security deposit we won’t get back. - We’d have to move all the furniture and the ceiling isn’t even high enough for a really good one. Y’know the one’s with castle towers on each corner?” Scrunching up her nose, she’d tap the nail of her thumb against her cracked phone-screen idly as if she were physically unable to resist making unnecessary noise. “He’s already messaged me about how we didn’t let him go shopping with us. And now we’re going to shoot down his one and only idea for Iseul’s party? He’ll be devastated…” allowing a dramatic pause to come from her before she snickered. “Let’s do it.”

Leaning back into her seat, she’d cross one leg over the other. “What would you like for lunch?”

                  ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ “you know what they say: imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, or something like that.” he turns his head to the skeleton in the passenger seat, regarding him for a second before his eyes return to the road. “he’s over the age when kids are most impressionable, so he’ll be fine.” namsun likes to believe that if jeffree has a personality and could talk, he’d be rational and even a bit mature for his age — someone to balance out the chaos between ann and himself. alas, he’s but a lifeless, plastic ( —? what is jeffree made of ) skeleton. “she doesn’t hate me.” he says, almost defensively. how can anyone hate him? he’s a pleasure to have in class! “she just hasn’t...warmed up to me yet. yeah, that’s it.” wow. even he can’t convince himself with his own words. “besides, who do you think will end up cleaning the mess? it’ll be us, you and me, ‘cause jisoo will do more damage than good.” namsun shivers at the distant memory of their friend’s first and last attempt at using a vacuum, truly a traumatic experience for everyone involved.

looking for a parking space took longer than the actual drive to the mall ( or at least it did in namsun’s impatient head ). once the engine’s off, he releases his seatbelt and steps out of the car, pocketing his keys after locking the doors with a click from the small remote wrapped in his curled fist. “he’ll get over it.” he snorts, brushing at his hair whilst checking his appearance from his reflection on the car window. “...but since we’re already at the mall, might as well get one, right?” fuck getting in trouble — he’ll just have to deal with iseul’s wrath.

”mcnuggies.”

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                ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ coming from behind, he puts an arm over his unsuspecting friend’s shoulder and with his free hand, ryuhan reaches for the other’s chin, tugging it down for as far as skin could stretch. “hey, why the long face?” he lets go immediately after delivering the punchline, not wanting to be on the receiving end of a different kind of punch. “are you ready? santa’s waiting for us at the mall. he said you haven’t told him what gift you wanted yet.” he teases, a playful grin on his lips. @bingeulisms

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                  ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ “why won’t it drop?” she could break the console in half with how tight her grip is, frustration evident from her pursed lips and furrowed brows. “ten percent chance my ass, we’ve been at it for two hours! are we even at the right area??” for someone who claims to enjoy games that involves grinding, hyesu sure doesn’t have the patience for it. @bingeulisms​

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                    ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ “i wouldn’t mind falling on my ass as much if my asshole friends weren’t watching.” he complains as he reaches for saeran’s hand, pulling himself up with the help of the other and the metal railing on his other side. ice skating, to namsun’s personal and unbiased opinion, is something short of a romance movie plot, except they hard cut all the wobbling and cursing and almost-visits-to-the-emergency-room. though, most heroines don’t bring their friends along to a pseudo-date and risk any chance of advances just because they’re nervous to be alone with the guy they like. and that's where namsun’s ‘im not like other guys’ moment ends, and his regrets begin. despite that, namsun finds the activity a little fun. sure he’s a hazard to himself and those around him, but at least he gets to hold saeran’s hand for a long period of time. “stop laughing or i’m pulling you down with me next time.”

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WHO DO U LOVE?

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behold, prince hyunjin.

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ʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ��ɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ.

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namsun & ann

»»———— ✧ “Hm?” She hummed as she finally looked up from her phone for the first time since they had stepped out the door and into the cold. As she went to slide her phone within the pocket of her jacket her other hand went to pull at the doorhandle - not only to find it locked but that there was an unexpected passenger. In her seat. Her eye’s raised to cut an accusatory glare to Namsun through the mildly frosted glass. “Why would you bring Jeffree? He’s not even properly dressed.” She mumbled as the sound of car doors unlocking could be heard. Within half a heartbeat she had decided it would be too much effort to not only wrestle the life-sized plastic skeleton out of the car, hustle him back into the shared house and make it back to Namsun before he decided to leave without her. She gave a short huff of frustration but nevertheless yanked the backdoor open - though, not before she traced a quick phallic symbol upon the dirtied exterior of the cars passenger side door. Once inside she would make a rather deliberate show of sitting in the middle seat and getting settling in. Upon finishing a quiet click could be heard, signalling that she had buckled up. It would appear that she too had learned her lesson, considering she had been present for a few of those unmentioned accidents. She gave a cheeky grin as she fished the phone out of her pocket, whilst making grabbing motions for the sacred aux cord with the other.

                    ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ “guess you’ll just have to add his clothes to the list of things you’re getting today.” he simply shrugs, taking a quick glance at her through the rear-view mirror. he waits for her to buckle down, already reaching for the aux cord before he even saw her gesture for it. there’s some sentimental value to having ann take charge of their music, one being their recent restriction of song choices when iseul’s with them ( which is eighty percent of the time ) second is, well, its how they became good friends in the first place. “i’m taking your silence as a yes.” he’s almost positive the lack of response meant being deliberately ignored, but namsun wouldn’t be namsun if he allowed that.

“so,” he starts, eyes on the road. “how are we going to convince jisoo that inflating a bouncy house inside the house is a bad surprise for iseul’s birthday?” he takes the red light as a chance to turn to ann, a playful grin on his lips. he so badly wants to see what kind of chaos would ensue if that becomes their reality a few weeks down the calendar, but he’s also aware of the extent of iseul’s wrath, having been on the receiving end of it ( for reasons he doesn’t know ).

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iseul & hanjae

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Fidgeting with a stray string upon the cuff of his sweater, Hanjae stood. Ideally, he appeared casual rather than nervous and to any passerby - he did. The only hint to him even remotely being nervous was the way his index and middle finger moved against each other, twisting the piece of string in between said fingers. In his other hand, he held his phone. Using his thumb to scroll through a mindless feed of social media that wasn’t really holding his interest. Occasionally, his scrolling would cease only to tap lightly at the screen to leave a ‘like’ upon a post.

However, what he didn’t realize he was doing was that his thumb would occasionally go to the top of his screen and pull it down to check his notifications despite having been staring directly at his screen the entire time. A small hopefulness in his chest to see a green icon upon the screen with the name ‘Iseul’ next to it.

The cycle of his scrolling and occasional pausing would continue despite his surroundings being quite busy. The main entry way of the shopping mall wasn’t an ideal spot to loiter but it’s where he stood nonetheless - albeit off to the side just a tad. Had the weather been warmer, he would’ve waited outside for his companion but the sanctuary of the heated mall was much more appealing - a small smile coming to his lips at the thought of being scolded for waiting outside for Iseul. 

                    ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ the chill of the afternoon breeze greeted her the second she stepped outside the subway station, causing iseul to wrap her arms around herself and practically waddle up the last flight of stairs leading to the sidewalk. she’s well aware of the time and how it’s ten minutes past the hour they arranged to meet up, but it’s not her fault she wasn’t given long, agile legs and enough stamina to catch her train. so she had no choice but to wait for the next one. any kind of reception is lost underground, so she wasn’t able to warn hanjae about her late arrival either. 

while her head was filled with hundreds of ways to apologize and make it up to hanjae — if he’s even still there ( she wouldn’t blame him for bailing ) — her feet had already mindlessly taken her in front of the mall. she paused her movement once inside, stalling while looking around the area for a certain auburn head that shouldn’t be hard to miss. and she was right. iseul walks towards him, abandoning casual greetings and going straight to the fast, almost incomprehensible, and out-of-breath apology. 

“i am so, so, so sorry for being late. i set up an alarm but didn’t realize it was on a.m. not p.m, silly me—oh, but i asked annie to wake me up too but she wasn’t even at home even though she told me she would be! then it began to rain when i was walking to the bus station so of course i had to go back and get an umbrella—and change. and then there’s my attempt at running after a train who rudely closed its doors ten feet away from me—”

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                      ◜☁◞ ⠀・・・ ⠀ “what? he wanted to tag along.” he says, referring to the skeleton sitting on the passenger's seat, seatbelt on because safety always comes first ( even though it took a number of minor accidents before namsun began enforcing it ). “and he even called shotgun.” he’s grinning from the rolled-down window, only then unlocking the car so annabelle can get in. they made plans to do some christmas shopping today — well, annabelle made plans, and namsun was forced to accompany her, drive her— and if he’s right to predict how the day’s going to end — carry the bags for her. he doesn’t mind it as much as his complaining lets on. at least this way he gets to have an idea on what kind of gifts to give their friends, too. some calls it stealing, he calls it... something else. “by the way, you’re paying for lunch in exchange for gas and manual labor.”

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cute baby Arin ♡v(^∀^*)