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Just wondering, did you ever finish writing that piece for school that you were going to base the Bad Boy!Jun fic on? I don't mean to pressure you in anyway!! I'm more just curious lol

Yeah! It’s a full 90~ish page movie script, but I haven’t even looked at it since I turned it in. Got an A though. (Maybe if I ever start writing again I’ll revisit making it a series but *big shrug*) It was kind of rushed, but if anyone wants, I might put the file up on a google drive link. 

- Marcy

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Where did you find the pic of joshua shirtless?

Honestly idk I think I found it on instagram. it might not even be him LMAO

-Alex

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Seventeen as Texts Between me and my Sister: Part 1

Seungcheol:

Jeonghan:

Joshua:

Jun:

Hoshi:

Wonwoo:

Jihoon:

-Alex

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Seventeen as Texts Between me and my Sister: Part 2

DK:

Mingyu:

The8:

Seungkwan:

Vernon:

Dino:

-Alex

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hi! i was wondering if there's any plans of continuing "how the hell are you so high?" past part 3? i absolutely love that fic, and yall's writing in general :') <3

Sorry, no! The author of that series doesn’t write for the blog anymore :(

- Marcy

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Are you guys alive??

Not really!!! Sorry!! I hope that once the summer ends I’ll be able to write more, but it seems like people just haven’t had time or motivation. We suck.

- Marcy

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hey if any of y’all are armys I just posted the first chapter of a new namjoon series on me and peach’s multifandom blog @gingerandpeaches

- Marcy

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Flowers

Member: Joshua Genre: Angst Word Count: 712 Warning: death mention

Joshua was certain that you couldn’t break his heart anymore that you already had.

Granted, he was pretty sure that things wouldn’t have worked out anyway, since the both of you were fighting more than you ever had and just simply couldn’t see eye to eye. He felt awful about the way you seemed to slowly fall apart. About the way your eyes lost their light. He never wanted it to end like this.

He couldn’t bring himself to remove you completely from his life. He still lived in the apartment you once shared. The pictures of the both of you were still littered on the wall. Things you left behind had stayed in their place, long forgotten. Your favorite mug still sat in its place in the cupboard. He still kept those cheesy notes you would leave around the apartment. The goldfish that you had taken home one day still swam around in its tank, which reminded Josh that he needed to clean it more often.

Joshua hadn’t loved anyone more than he loved you. More than he still loves you. He knew you were probably happier, were in less pain now that you had gone, but he was selfish. He wanted you here with him.

He remembered that the two of you would go down to the river and watch the sunset every once in a while. He remembered your favorite drink from the local coffee shop. He remembered your favorite flowers, and how you would always keep them on display much longer than you should have, with the petals browning and the stem weakening.

But Josh knew that he wouldn’t get the chance to go to the river with you again. He knew he couldn’t buy your favorite drink for you again. He knew that if he brought your favorite flowers home, there would be no one to surprise them with. Death is permanent, after all.

The sickness came unexpectedly. Who could predict cancer? It tore you apart. You and Josh fought often. Money was a common topic. Sometimes it was about you dying, something Josh would never want to talk about.

Joshua couldn’t think about losing you. He tried to make you happy, tried to pretend that everything was alright. He knew more than anyone, though, that time was running out.

So when the day finally came, and you left the world one smile less, Josh couldn’t let everything about you die. He kept all of your things. He took care of your goldfish. He stayed in your shared apartment. And occasionally, he would go visit you.

He made sure that he got you a spot facing west so you could see the sunset. He would stop by the coffee shop, where they knew his and your orders by memory. They would ask him where you were, they hadn’t seen you in a while. Josh would just nod and leave. He stopped by the flower shop, picking out the most beautiful flowers he had ever seen in his life. And then he would go see you, at the top of the hill where you could see most of the city, including the river. 

The vase of flowers next to you had wilted, nothing more than a brown and crunchy mess. True to character, you had kept them long past their expiration. The drink he had left for you last time was gone, probably taken by some animals. Josh didn’t mind. He replaced the flowers, and put the drinks in between the two of you.

Sometimes, Joshua felt like he knew why you kept those flowers. He, too, tried to hold on to something beautiful long after it had lived its time on this planet. But his flowers were a part of him, something he couldn’t let go of, even though they were gone. He had to learn how to, though, since he knew that you wouldn’t want him to keep them this long.

The sun had started to grow heavy in the sky, and Josh could hear your voice in the wind.

“Beautiful sunset, isn’t it?” He said into the empty air. He knew you had heard him.

And together, you watched the sunset dip behind the buildings of the city below you, and vanish under the horizon.

-Alex

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Fish Pee

Member: Joshua Genre: Fluff Word Count: 735

“What do you mean you’ve never been to the beach?” he asked you, his eyebrows crinkling in disbelief. His whole face scrunched like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

“I mean...yeah. I haven’t. Growing up my parents liked going to the city for vacations and we kind of lived far from the coast so...” you shrugged. It didn’t feel like such a big deal to you, but it was easy to see that something like this would come to a pretty big shock to your California-raised boyfriend.

And that was how Joshua made up a grand plan to take you to the beach for the first time. He loaded up his car with towels, folding chairs, snacks, and anything else he saw fit for your very first beach trip. As you drove the couple of hours to the coast, he tapped his fingers excitedly on the steering wheel. He babbled on about the beaches in Malibu that he visited in high school. It was rare to see him this excited over something. Especially something as trivial as a day trip. You enjoyed it, though, because seeing him happy like this was heart-fluttering. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he talked. When he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but return the grin with equal enthusiasm.

It was midday when you two arrived, and it was crowded on the beach. This didn’t dull Josh’s enthusiasm in the slightest, though, and he squeezed his way through the crowd quickly. He managed to find a nice, open spot that had a great view of the water. You tried your best to help him put up an umbrella, but he nicely asked you to just set out the towels instead (you didn’t disagree. He definitely knew what he was doing and you...didn’t).

Once everything was set up just the way he wanted it, he sat down in his chair like a king would sit upon a throne. He breathed in a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the salty air, and exhaling through his mouth in a powerful sigh.

“So how do you like it?” He asked, turning his head towards you expectantly. You didn’t really know how to tell him that you hated it. When you didn’t immediately proclaim your love for the experience, though, he knew something was up. You felt strangely guilty as you watched his face fall. “What is it? What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”  he asked, an anxious lilt to his words.

“It’s fine! I don’t dislike it,” Liar. “I just...it’s a lot to take in.” you said, putting on a smile and reaching out to touch your boyfriend on the arm. “There’s a lot of people, it’s hot, I think I already have sand in my mouth…” you blinked a few times, “and in my butt.”

“That’s all just part of the experience!” Joshua said, waving his arms to gesture around him. “It’s always kind of uncomfortable! That’s the point of a public beach!”

“I don’t follow?” you said, horribly confused.

“Listen. It’s not perfect. But look at the ocean for me. Just for a second.” He gently used two fingers to turn your face forward. “It goes on...forever. This body of water covers so much of the planet we live on. That ocean holds the biggest animals on the Earth, pirate shipwrecks, and remnants of civilizations that existed before you or me were even so much as a thought. It’s not just a pool to play in, it’s the source of all life. Right there in front of our eyes.” he said, his voice passionate.

“And a whole lotta fish pee.” you added, quietly.

“That too.” he laughed, turning to look back at you. “Still not impressed?”

You looked back over the ocean and thought about the things he had said. It was impressive, but none of that really sunk in. What did actually impact you, though, was the sun that danced off of the waves. It glittered magnificently, and it was almost too much to look at without having to squint and shield your eyes. It reminded you of a certain someone. You looked at him.

“I am. It’s lovely, Josh.” you smiled. His lips twitched up into a little grin of their own. He leaned forward and kissed you softly.

“Next time, we can just go to the park.”

- Marcy

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svt as things said in our group chat/a very plausible svt conversation

This is old, but I found it in my Evernote files and laughed really hard.

S.Coups: "T just like,,, dropped this bomb and left me in its destruction”

Jeonghan: "Let’s all settle in for today’s talking point: doctors took some guys dead penis and glued it to another boy”

Joshua: "A Testicle is wearing scrotum armor"

Jun: "How quickly must you harvest a scrotum before it don’t do what it do no more”

Hoshi: "If he has kids since the baby shot through a dead penis would it be a zombie"

Wonwoo: "They just dissected that sucker like it would a middle school frog project, huh?”

Woozi: "I’m not quite sure what’s happening rn”

The8: "Its better than fucking a corpse, marcy”

Mingyu: "If new penis boy has babies won’t they just be old penis boys”

DK: "CAN U IMAGINE HAVING A DEAD BOYS SCROTUM GLUED TO YOUR BROKEN ONW”

Seungkwan: “*I am forcibly removed from Johns Hopkins*”

Vernon: "Do u think the dead guy knew his penis would be jacked”

Dino: "Oh my god this surgery happened 20 minutes from my house"

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(here’s the article we were talking about)

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MTL: Matching Outfits

MOST

Woozi: Matching onesies and sleep shirts/outfits noclothes?

The8: #8fashion isn’t just a tagging system, people. Think of those posts on the IG explore page, of those attractive couples in matching outfits, just slaying away. Sigh, makes you want a stylish s/o, doesn’t it. (T is lonely, rishta me asap)

Mingyu: Gyu is an adorable giant and all I see him and his s/o wearing are those dorky “I’m with idiot” shirts. The catch is that his s/o’s would have the arrow pointing towards him, while his shirt would have an arrow pointing up towards his face.

Hoshi: Matching sweatbands. Time to bring back Adore U era style.

Joshua: You know those cute IG couples with the matching fandom hoodies? Yeah, you lil nerds.

Jun: I actually can’t explain this. Not-so-much matching outfits, but couple outfits. Like, maybe he’s wearing a tie that matches your underwear.

Vernon: I can’t explain this either, but his signature style is really cool and might produce some pretty sweet couple-y outfits. 

DK: Maybe some pranking outfits or funny shirts?

Jeonghan: I don’t really see him matching too much. Like, a photo op or on vacation, maybe. But otherwise? Probably not. 

S.Coups: I don’t know, same reasoning as Jeonghan I guess.

Seungkwan: Please see Jeonghan and S.Coups. These three are my questionable ones.

Wonwoo: He’s got this comfy boyfriend style with the solid color shirts, sweaters, and jackets. It’s not hard to accidentally match with that wardrobe, so I guess it would end up being normal? *shrugs*

Dino: It’s like this situation with my mom: we have the same dress and it looks great on both of us! I just don’t want to wear it the same day as her. That idea. 

LEAST

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For some reason, instead of SCoups, it’s Jisoo that reminds me of the phrase thick thighs save lives. (Or maybe that’s just because I’m whipped for him and literally everything reminds me of that soft, possibly evil cinnamon roll)

okay anon I just googled and you’re not wrong.

but consider the following:

tag urself I'm hoshi 

-t

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Long Night (Woozi Ending)

Member: Woozi Genre: Drama/maybe angst if you squint Word Count: 2,355

The only way to describe frustration was playing a particularly annoying video game. You make your moves and all goes well until your plan is foiled by the next bigger and stronger enemy. And then comes the final boss, the biggest and strongest enemy, that sends you running, wishing for the previous enemies.

As it turns out, the current situation was just as frustrating.

In the two months since their sudden confession, Jeonghan and Woozi were relentless in their advances. Constantly trying to one-up each other. It was like a bad romance novel.

They would even go as far as stupid gifts, once even competing to see who could get you a bigger bouquet of flowers. You eventually had to intervene and bam them from buying you flowers. Then they moved on to teddy bears.

Needless to say, it was a weird mix of pleasant, and repulsive.

You still saw Jeonghan and Woozi almost as much as you did before they met up with you in that cafe (which, by the way, you tend to avoid, fearing it would bring up weird memories, and then you would have to face the problem all over again).

Eventually, though, things just got awkward.

There was one time that the three of you had gone to the park to feed the ducks. Jeonghan had grabbed your hand, something that wasn't unnatural before the Great Cafe Event, and you didn't think anything if it. Woozi noticed, however, and took your other hand, which made it a little difficult to walk on a sidewalk meant for two people. Someone on a bike had to swerve around you, which resulted in them falling. So, like normal people, you all took off running.

Another time, you all wanted to play Overwatch, but they both decided they wanted to be Reaper. There was a huge argument, and while you were perfectly content with your Widowmaker, they yelled in their headsets at each other. You simply muted their mics, and played on your own.

Naturally, you had decided it was easiest to hang out with them separately, which made it almost worse.

It was soon obvious that if you were with one, things would get awkward.And sometimes even weirdly romantic.

Like that time you and Woozi had decided to get take out, and go back to your place to watch a movie.

Dinner had been fine. Well, as fine as it could be with him stealing glances at you and your face heating up every time you caught him. You made silly conversation, and for a while, it almost felt like you had your best friend back. Cleaning up, however, had proven to be...frustrating to say the least.

The dishes were done in almost complete silence. There were random jokes thrown in here and there, of course, but they were half hearted. Your brain was working at double speed, and your heart was just thumping as it saw fit. Your cheeks were warm, and you could feel your hands shaking. He was so close to you.

If only you knew.

Once the dishes were done, you surprised Woozi with some of his favorite ice cream, with your own in the opposite hand. When you sat down next to the giant teddy bear on you couch to watch the movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, it was decided, you found yourself wedged under his right arm, with your side leaning against his, which only made him eating his ice cream difficult.

Which is how you ended up with a big smear of his ice cream across your right cheek.

“Ah, that was cold!” You said and sat up quickly. Woozi looked at your face and laughed. “Stop laughing at me! This is your fault!” You smacked him lightly on the chest. You tried to wipe away the frozen dessert, but apparently missed, because Woozi only laughed harder.

“Here let me help you,” Woozi set down his pint and spoon and turned toward you. When you had done the same, he cupped your face in his hands and started to brush away the chocolate smear, and you focused on his eyes. They were very pretty, you realized for probably the millionth time.

When he was done, he licked the ice cream off of his thumb, and finally noticed you staring at him. He looked right back into your eyes, and then quickly glanced at your lips. Nothing could have prepared you, and yet you were sure that you had been waiting for nothing else, that everything up until now was meant to lead to this. So when he started to lean in, you didn't stop him.

In fiction, a kiss is usually described as a spark, or an electric shock. It jolts through your body and sets everything on fire. There's a moment of breathlessness, like the air has been completely torn from your lungs. It's supposed to be a moment of complete chaos, where one’s heart and mind are sent into a frenzy.

That didn't happen.

Instead of a spark like you had expected, all you felt was calm. A wave of peace rolled over you, and you realized that you liked kissing him. Nothing felt more serene and more right in that moment. You moved your hands from your lap, winding them in his hair that had recently been dyed black. His own hands hesitated before moving to your waist, which you reassured him by moving ever so slightly closer. He went slow, taking his time. When he moved to lay you on your back, you decided right then and there that there was nothing else you would rather be doing.  

When he pulled away, you realized your eyes were closed. When had you closed them? You couldn't remember. You opened your eyes and found Woozi staring right back at you. You stayed like that for a long time, just staring and catching your breath, before he smiled and let out a light chuckle, which you returned. He dropped his head in between your left shoulder and your neck. You wrapped your arms around his back, and he started to kiss your shoulder.

“Let me up,” you said. He immediately obeyed and helped you sit up. When you stood up to leave, he grabbed your hand to stop you. “Relax, I'm just going to put the ice cream away and get some water.”

After the ice cream was put away, you stood in front of the window and stared outside. A sigh made its way out of your mouth.

“What the hell am I doing?” You whispered to yourself. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest and your breathing quickened. A pair of arms wove themselves around your waist.

“Are you okay?” Woozi asked. He rested his head on top of yours and placed a few kisses along you scalp. You instantly felt calm. You could already feel your heart slow and chest stop heaving.  

“Yeah,” you said. “I'll be fine.”

The rest of the night was spent with you tucked back into his side, his head resting in yours. Occasionally, he would kiss the top of your head, or your cheek. You realized you had never been more content in your life.

But then, of course, came the awkwardness afterward. He texted you, and most times you responded, but as time went on, you were slowly shortening your messages back until you ended up just not texting him altogether. Which only concerned him, so he took matters into his own hands.

He showed up at your house, unannounced, while you were in the middle of cleaning the entire thing, floor to ceiling, to avoid all thoughts of him.

“You've stopped answering my texts,” he said before you could even wonder what he was doing there, and let himself in. He made his way to your couch (which, by the way, you were in the middle of cleaning), and sat down right in the middle of it, the smell of fabric fresheners filling the air. You closed the door and turned to face him.

“I'm cleaning,” was all you responded with. He stared at you, not in an angry way, but almost like he was trying to figure you out. Like you were a thousand-piece puzzle waiting to be put together by none other than him.

“You've been cleaning for the past two weeks.” It wasn't a question; more like a challenge. You knew that you were losing the fight before it had begun, and that you were already slipping. You turned to your cleaning supplies and picked them up, carrying them to the kitchen. You set them down on the counter, moving to go back to the living room, only to come face to face with Woozi.

“Jesus, do you need something?” You were starting to get irritated. You tried to push him away, but he held his spot. He held your hand where you had placed in on his chest.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He sounded upset.

You didn't know how to respond. Why were  you avoiding him? You were happy with him, you liked his company. What was wrong with you? “I just...needed some time I guess.” You could feel his heartbeat under your palm, and realized that it was beating fast. “Can I ask you something?” He nodded. “Do I make you nervous?”  

Woozi looked you right in the eyes. “Yes.” You opened your mouth to answer, but he interrupted. “You make me nervous because I don’t know who you’re going to choose, but I know that you’re going to have to break one of our hearts. I don’t even know if you’re going to choose one of us. I don’t know a lot of things, except that I want you to be happy. Jeonghan does too.” It was weird hearing him say Jeonghan’s name, since he tended to avoid talking about him.

Which made you a little bit queasy. “Do you…are you and Jeonghan going to stay friends?”

Woozi took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I want us to. He’s still my best friend. Just because we happen to have feelings for the same girl doesn’t mean that we can’t work things out, y’know?”

You nodded. “I hope that you guys do.” You gently pulled your hand away. “I need to finish cleaning. And I need to think.”

He stepped out of your way and followed you back to the living room. “Sure, I’ll get going then.” You walked him to the door and opened it. Before he left he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “For luck,” he said. “Your apartment is a mess.”

The butterflies you had felt were immediately replaced with anger. “Jihoon!” You smacked him on the arm, giggling. As he left, you waved and smiled, the dumb grin staying on your face the rest of the day.

So here you were, a couple weeks later, back in that same cafe from the Great Cafe Event. Sat across from you, Jeonghan sipped his hot chocolate without a care in the world. This was his way of trying to woo you, but all you could think about was Woozi, and how warm he was. You stared at Jeonghan, and aside from the platonic love you still harbored, in that moment you felt nothing for him.

“So yeah, Josh and I wrote a song, and I think you would like it,” Jeonghan concluded. You looked at him, and realized that you didn't want this, didn't want him.

“Jeonghan, that's amazing, and I'm really proud of both of you, but right now,” you said, and braced yourself for what you were going to say, “I don't really care.” You saw the brief flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“O-kayyy,” Jeonghan said.

“Look can I just talk to you as a friend?” You asked. “You know, like we did, before…”

Jeonghan’s entire air changed. “Yeah, absolutely, uh, what's going on?”

You took a deep breath, and prepared yourself to break his heart. You stared right at him and, “I think I'm in love with Woozi.”

Even though you had prepared yourself, the hurt look in his eyes still broke you. He avoided your gaze, looking at his now empty cup. “You're sure?” He asked. He sounded crushed, and you hated yourself. But there was nothing you could do to control your heart.

“Yes,” you said, still staring at him. There was a long silence. You could practically hear his heart splitting, right down the middle. He continued to stare at the empty cup, and suddenly got up. You watched him walk over to the counter and order something. He came back with another hot chocolate and your favorite drink.

“I don't understand,” you said when he sat down.

“What? I can't buy you a drink before you run off to tell him?” Jeonghan was masking his pain, you could tell.

“You know you're my best friend, right?” You said gently. You reached across the table and took his hand. He sadly looked at you.

“Go on,” he said. “I'm sure he's waiting for you.”

You stood up and gave him a small smile. He tried to return it, but it was more like a grimace. Picking up the drink he bought you, you stood up. “Call me later, okay? We can all hang out again.”

He just nodded. “We'll see.”

Woozi was elated when you texted him to meet up at your house. You ad half-expected him to already be there when you arrived. He took longer than you thought, and when he got there you pulled him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. You picked up the large teddy bear and looked him directly in his eyes and said, “It would be bear-y nice if we could go out on a date sometime.”

Woozi was silent, mostly processing that dumb pun before breaking out into a huge grin. You smiled back and pulled him into a hug. He settled his head into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“I would like that bear-y much.”

-Alex

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The next part is coming out tonight! Refresh your memory!

Long Night

Member: Woozi, Jeonghan Genre: Fluff?? Drama?? Who knows Word Count: 1,335

You don’t remember the moments leading up to the moment you had the most earth-shattering revelation of your life. The two boys in front of you sat on your couch, the both of them with a smile on their faces as they laughed at some stupid joke, a joke you couldn’t remember for the life of you. The tray of snacks in your hands felt heavy, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t, not now when even the smallest of movements would confirm this was happening, that this was reality, and that admitting it would make it all the more real.

You were in love.

With who, you didn’t know. All you knew was that one of these two men sitting on the old sofa was someone you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with. Maybe it was one of them. Maybe it was both. The only thing you knew was that the rest of the night was going to be long as you worked your thoughts out.

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Elderly Seventeen

Woozi: Spends all of his time talking about how funky fresh Adore U was, and how the addictive melodies are a goddamn classic. Trips his grandkids with his cane when he hears them mumble ‘it wasn’t that great, Grandpa, god’ bc he may be 87 BUT HE’S GOT EARS LIKE A BAT

Vernon: Very confused old man with dementia still trying to be hip with the kids and keep up with those sick jams by playing beats all day every day on his old iPhone. No one has the heart to remind him Tupac died when he was a baby.

Joshua: Leads the Sunday services in his retirement home. Has coincidentally managed to convert every old lady there to devout christianity with his sweet voice and his guitar.

Hoshi: The ‘troublesome’ patient. Drew flames on his wheelchair and has tried to roll away from the nursing home and off to ‘freedom’ several times. “LIVE FREE, STRONG, COMME DES FUCKDOWN.” “MR. KWON YOU HAVE TO TAKE YOUR MEDICINE, PLEASE COME BACK.” *insert a scooby-doo quality chase scene which includes a detour through Dino’s senior citizen salsa class*

Jeonghan: Still has a glorious head of long hair, even if it is grey now. He reminisces about his late husband Seungcheol often while staring out the window, a single tear dripping down his face. 

S.Coups: That one super nice ‘wise’ old man that always tries to help the nurses out because he feels like they do too much. Spends free time giving everyone fatherly advice that usually makes no sense, jamming Hoshi’s wheels when he’s not looking so he can’t run away, and reminding evERYONE FOR THE FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK THAT HE’S NOT DEAD YET, FOR GOD’S SAKE JEONGHAN. Jeonghan ignores him, wipes away his tear and shakily says “sometimes I can still hear his voice.” 

Seungkwan: Presses his emergency nurse assistance button all the time for the most irrelevant shit, like “I’m low on orange juice,” “I think my skin is a little dry,” or “I don’t think that this sushi is very high quality” 

Wonwoo: That one old guy that no one likes because he’s always cranky but he’s not actually mean, he’s just grumpy bc he can’t find his damn reading glasses and now he can’t read that one mystery novel.

Mingyu: the ULTIMATE DAD NOISE GRANDPA that spends all of his time sneezing and hacking and wheezing and honestly everyone gets kind of disgusted/annoyed when they have to sit by him. He only has friends because they’ve been with him too long and can’t ditch him now.

Seokmin: SUPER FUN grandpa that lets his grandkids eat all the popsicles and run around the yard and house on record breaking sugar rushes. Once popped his hip out of place trying to jump on the bed with them.

Minghao: The super cute old man that everyone secretly wishes was their grandpa, but he also once pulled a knife on a cafeteria worker that wouldn’t let him get a third cup of jello.

Jun: The wild story/horndog grandpa who will keep trying to tell you that one story about that crazy summer back in ‘09 when he had three girlfriends at once if you don’t stop him. “Grandpa you were thirteen in 2009, I doubt you did anything that crazy.” “…Did I say ‘09? I meant ‘19. Also there were six girlfriends not three.” 

Dino: Spring onion that insists he’s not with all of these geezers, and refuses to believe he’s almost as old as they are. A video of him called ‘78 year old man teaches Zumba class’ goes viral on YouTube. Wears too much neon spandex.

(thank you @powerandglxry for a lot of this)

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To anyone else that sent in asks about the star-crossed lovers fic– THANK YOU! I think I have it figured out now. Lets see how long it takes me to pull through with it. 

- Marcy

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THEYRE COUSINS