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“don’t touch it. it could be rigged.”

an abandoned car, in the middle of seemingly nowhere; though the windows were blocked out, there was always the possibility of medical aid or general supplies left behind by other survivors, or.. other. it was definitely a chance- while not knowing what was on the inside- that soobin had to take to see if there was anything worth scavenging, not giving a moment’s thought to whether it could just be a trap set to keep people out.. or keep the dead in.

it was jaehyun’s sudden warning that alerted her —- soobin was quick to retract her hand from the door’s handle after the fact, perhaps feeling a bit as if she should have known better about occasional traps lain out in heavily wooded areas. arms were crossed and soobin looked back over to the other with a brow raised in wait before her gaze shifted back to the car. 

“I mean.. I doubt it. There could be nothing in there, but should we still try and find out, anyway? I tried to peek inside – the windows are blacked out, though..”

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❛ ☆ — wyholly !!

a hand slowly raised to wipe the sweat running from anne’s forehead, her chest heaving quite dramatically in an attempt to regulate her own breathing while taking the moment to let her muscles relax and loosen as the stress- from the run up to this point- took its toll on her body. it wasn’t even like anne was out of shape: she was used to daily runs and ( as a uni cheerleader, none the wiser ) her sense of athleticism was usually pretty high ---- but after two weeks of diverting from daily routine, it was only a matter time until one’s endurance were to diminish. maybe it’d have been smarter to take it slow rather than run half the route at once. 

anne leaned back into the shaded park bench, legs brought up to criss-cross as she brought a water bottle out from her pack- she thought maybe it’d be better to wait for the puffier clouds to cover over the sun before she would get up to run again ( a lazy decision, but she decided that baking in the sun until death was not worth it ). until then, anne had began just. people watching. it was always interesting to see what types of people hung around- there was always a multitude: businessmen, kids, families -- other joggers. as much as she’d been around, there were only a few runners she’d seen running these tracks religiously ( then again, it wasn’t like anne was here every single day either ), but there was always someone around that she’d recognized. 

the water bottle was lowered from her lips as one of those familiar faces came around to pass for what seemed like the second lap ( how the other happened to have that much endurance was a mystery ); a girl she’d always seen, but.. never really had the chance to talk to, yet anne always managed to wave and call out terms of encouragements to the other girl in passing- as she did to most other runners as well, but- there wasn’t much of an exception. an arm was raised and began to sway theatrically in a big wave, anne’s hand cupped around her mouth to yell out to her as the distance closed just enough where she could assume the other would hear.

 “Yo~~ Jogger-nim !! Halfway there, you’re doing great !!”

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jaehyunwy:

There it was - the silver lining in the storm cloud. The world had gone to shit, to put it simply, but it was still considered a miracle that the sun rose every morning, that the trees still stood firm and the ocean still blue. Most of the people he knew were alive and safe, and still managing to go on supply runs with him - notably Soobin. It wasn’t her obligation to go with him, and she definitely didn’t have to do it, given how anxious she was, yet she was there with him: another miracle in his book.

❝ Sorry for taking long, we need everything that we can get. At least now we’ve got crab and corn soup, and look! Shampoo! It’s lavender scented, too. ❞ Jaehyun grinned, hoping that his cheerfulness (albeit the tiniest bit forced) can lift some of her unease. With the new items placed inside his backpack and his trusty metal bat back in his hands, he took quiet steps back to the entrance with Soobin in tow, turning back to look at her when they reached it. ❝ I’m going to do a quick check to make sure there aren’t any… lurkers outside. It would only take ten seconds, is that okay? ❞ 

compartmentalization was never a skill soobin had down pact. once people started dying and when everything began falling into a downward spiral, she was lost; there was never a right way to deal with the normal, safe lifestyle they were all so used to living being.. over ---- everything was scary. tragic. deadly. the undead walking the earth: it was never something soobin had ever thought to wrap her head around, or ever needed to. her family, who even knew if they were safe? but her friends, though only a handful that she knew of, were alive and well. with them, she found her solace. with them, she could survive.

as jaehyun presented his find, soobin couldn’t help but release a soft bit of laughter. it’d make sense for most non-perishables to be taken up in light of a outbreak -- but it seemed like a lot of people would have rather died than take up all the corn soups ( a delicacy she’d dined on for four whole days prior ). she could feel it, his attempt to brighten things along to calm her nerves. maybe it’d help them both for her to be a little less panicked. soobin could tell he was trying, though -- that brought her some comfort, at least.

her smile was quick to bend into a light frown, however, at his suggestion. “No way.” she spoke up with a huff of reluctance, keeping only a step behind on jaehyun’s trail. “I’m going with. Besides, who’s gonna be your knight in shining armor if you just leave me here?” of course it was said as a joke, but anyone would probably have taken her seriously if it weren’t for the jut of her bottom lip and the oh-so small waver in her voice. the last thing soobin wanted was to be left alone twice in a day, so separating from his side for even a second was definitely out of the question. even if it means having to face any more of those.. things.. in consequence.

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“i shot the hell outta that guy huh?”

“Yeah, no kidding..” words came out as a slight mumble as anne’s gaze was averted from the mess that laid out only few feet away. the sight of the twice-dead body made her a little sick- but xav almost sounded like he was proud of himself- making a near-perfect headshot ( after the 3rd noisy try, granted ) and laying waste to the - thing - that came at them out of nowhere. ( thing was a term used loosely; she couldn’t still consider the dead as people, could she? )

she still couldn’t stand it: the smell, the gore —- the violence. there was no possible way anne would ever come to terms with being used to these things, not for the norm- but there was little choice in the matter. in order to survive, one must adapt. and while she tried her best to keep with the hope of something better, bitter reality was drowned in death and danger and chaos. 

the thought caused thin brows to furrow and a frown to pull her lips, the last thing she wanted to do was stand around and discuss defensive maneuvers as if they were playing some video game – but the moment she opened her mouth to say anything, she just as quickly stopped and her ears perked in attention. off in the distance there was a noise: shuffling? the wind maybe, or some fleeing animals? right, if they were even that lucky.. 

it sent a pool of fear to the pit of her stomach- whatever it was, was probably attracted to the loud gunshots ( being in a semi-empty building did wonders with the reverb, unfortunately for them ). the last thing she’d think to do would be to stay and find out what it was attracting. a hand instinctively reached out to clutch xzavier’s arm and she kept her gaze in direction of the shuffling noise ( it was growing closer and closer - they weren’t animals, she figured that now ). anne gave his arm a tug in the opposite direction and picked up her backpack in a sense of urgency. her first instinct was to book it – xav was always better with thinking clearly under stress.

“Something’s out there- we need to go..”

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the longer they’d stay in one place, the antsier she became; even though this trip was necessary, there was a small part of soobin that didn’t want to come -- at least, not as a lookout while the other sought whatever it was he needed. that said, soobin was quick to jump up from her place behind the register the moment he returned and stuck herself back to jaehyun’s side ( she couldn’t even afford to feel embarrassed about it- just safer ). he spoke up and her lips were pursed into a tight line while she stood with her back straight, chin-up with a breath of forced readiness ( readiness- a term used loosely, since her hand refused to loosen around the sleeve of jaehyun’s shirt ), but nonetheless, nodded eagerly.

“I was ready decades ago. It’s creepy here..”

❝ I think I’ve got all I need now. ❞ Raiding a grocery store was not something that Jaehyun thought he would ever have to do, yet there he was, holding a bottle of shampoo and a box of instant soup packets. The shampoo he had found on the floor of the produce section, while the soup he found at the very top of a shelf that he had to climb while scouring the stock closet. Not his ideal grocery trip, but he had to make do, somehow. With a wad of bills left on top of the cash register, (just taking them was… still wrong, right?) he turned toward the other with a shrug of his shoulders.

❝ Are you ready to go? Sol’s waiting at home. ❞

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some of the audience had started to walk away and so miyeon leaned closer towards the girl sitting in the front, a bright smile tugging the corner of her lips. “do you know this song too? i noticed you sang along to me earlier,” she said, her eyes twinkling in excitement. hugging her guitar close to her chest, she pursed her lips before saying, “we can do a duet if you want to, you know.” it was true that she had been performing on her own all this while, but it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to sing along with, after all she would be glad if she could do a duet for a change now. “tell me any song that you like. i’ll play to it and we’ll sing together, yes or no?”

miyeon wasn’t expecting anything, but she did hope the girl would agree. what else could be more fun than being able to sing with someone who liked the same song as you? though she would understand if she backed off though, after all not everyone was comfortable performing at such a public space like this. not to say that miyeon was, but her love for music managed to surpass the anxiety she sometimes got whenever she gained a huge crowd of audience while busking. she never had a busking partner before, so this was going to be so much fun, only if the girl agreed to do this with her now, and so she waited for her response on her suggestion. 

just like acting, music allowed soobin to dive into a mindset of peace ---- she loved when it made her feel. just like acting, music had allowed soobin to be someone better than who she was. it’s just.. interesting, being someone else that wasn’t not.. her. as cliché as it was, it was truthful. being herself was – okay. simply okay. at first glance, soobin wasn’t exactly the type to stand out; she was pretty ordinary in all sense of the word ( at least, that’s what she thought of herself ) and it was usually her loud mouth that got her any type of attention. and it wasn’t as if anything was wrong with the way she was, but that soobin always knew she could be something more.

and perhaps that’s why she pursued musical theater in the first place -- to be a better “her” than she already was. whether in acting or singing, there was always that core of happiness she carried with her when she watched and listened to others and how they expressed themselves so freely ---- and for someone to share that same excitement, she couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person alive ( mostly because she hadn’t been shooed away or chased off yet ), eyes beaming toward the other girl before finally stammering out a response. “Me? Yeah? Of course, yes! Ye- ah.. Yes!”

it went without saying that soobin had been a little more than elated when the performer had noticed her ( but then again, who wouldn’t have when soobin was the one basically busting a lung in trying to sing along with the other ). it wasn’t necessarily her intention in the busker taking interest in her, but she wouldn’t dare to pass a moment like this- to be able to sing with someone who’s voice pulled her in deeply from the beginning.

the song she had performed previously was definitely one of her favorites; twenty-one years old and soobin still loved disney movies as much as anyone else ( if not more ) -- so there little point in breaking the streak, right? fingertips tapped at her chin and there followed a short hum in thought before the smaller girl perked up with idea of the next request with hands enthusiastically clapped together, a large smile pulling at the edges of her lips. 

“Oh! Do you know any Little Mermaid? A childhood classic..”

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sowonwy:

If Sowon couldn’t already tell, this girl she was now sitting with looked like she could have seen better ways considering she looked like hell warmed over a couple of times; just like how she looked when she’d be up for hours on end studying at her apartment for classes the next day. so coffee? was a must have for Sowon now that she was in university.

Sadly, she didn’t have any friends in her classes so she felt like much of a loner in town still which made her feel like she stuck out like a sore thumb because it made her feel so awkward when all the other students would be talking to each other and having a good time during or after the classes were over. this being why she picked this girl to sit with, she looked nice and was for sure very pretty and seeing that she was sure they had classes together was all the more reason to join this table even if it was messy with books and other things.

truthfully, Sowon was shocked that the girl was able to pinpoint this factor that she actually tends to sit behind her during class for Biochemistry. it made sowon feel happy that someone actually paid attention to her being there, to which she smiled and nodded her head quickly in response to the girl asking her if she was in the class with her. seeing as no one in the class ever talked to her unless they needed something from her.

“I sit behind you sometimes.. and other times I’m in front. just depends on the seats that are open, you know.” 

fingers were quick to work through messy bangs and soobin tried her best to look at least half-presentable in the two seconds she were suddenly in the other girl’s company -- perhaps she should’ve thought better in not leaving the dorms looking like a complete mess, but it was what it was- a thought causing another light chuckle before shoulders slumped and hands fell back into her lap, lips pursed before she looked back over to the other.

it was easy to pinpoint the other girl in memory; their biochem class wasn’t exactly large and some students did move around a lot. though soobin didn’t really consider herself a social butterfly, there were quite a few classmates she’d been friends with- it was just odd how she didn’t happen to reach out to the other, as well. this perhaps made soobin feel a little bad, not wanting to let this opportunity slip by in finally getting to know her.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around! Sorry I’ve never said anything before now, heh..”

soobin could usually be considered rather forgetful: sometimes she misplaces her keys, textbooks, her phone.. once she even forgot to pick her own brother up from some after-school club because she stayed overtime at the theater just two streets down and lost track of time. she tends to forget all this, but she never quite forgets faces -- their names, however..

“I’m Soobin! And you’re..” the progression of her words trailed off and the other girl’s name was right at the tip of her tongue -- she knew she’d heard it before, but soobin couldn’t quite get a grasp of it. she tried to think back to attendance, though this far into the semester, the professor doesn’t necessarily bother in calling names anymore. still, soobin thought back, head tilted with tongue in cheek while mentally going through the names she knows she’s heard in class. it was right there.. 

“Somin? Um.. So..  Ah! Sowon! That’s it~ Ah, how lucky! I’m glad you sat with me, finally gives a free chance to talk to each other at last, huh~”

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lips pursed together as anne looked up from the script before her, a small hum sounding in consideration of the options. there was honestly no need for them to go over the lines again, anyway; most of what they practiced off-book, they already had down pact- excluding the blocking which they could easily work during rehearsals. 

“I feel like if we keep going, you’d pass out before the end scene.” a soft chuckle followed the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth and she lowered her head to rest her chin atop folded arms on the coffee table. anne wasn’t so much tired herself, but it was more than obvious that the other was about two seconds away from face-planting the table. 

perhaps any other person would’ve taken this cue to call it a day and go home, but it was still early into the night -- there was still a lot to do, a lot of shops and entertainment areas still open- so why not take advantage of that? only, of course, if daeyeon were up to it.

“Let’s go out. Waken your senses! We can even take our scripts and practice somewhere with a livelier atmosphere.”

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daeyeon usually found joy in rehearsing lines and acting with others, but tonight happened to be the opposite. he was tired, he just wrote an essay, all he wanted to do at this point was sleep. yet, he still sat on the floor of his living room, script on his coffee table. he looked up to the person across from him, “want to run it again, or should we take a break?”

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do they prefer romance or affection? what is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

A good question, nonnie.. Romance or Affection..? Perhaps a good mix of both! Sometimes I like to think of myself as a romantic at heart; I like the ideas of cute little love notes and receiving flowers, doing the absolute most for my significant other to feel happy and unconditionally loved – but I also know that can be a bit much for some people sometimes, so my expectations are never that high, hehe.. 

As for affection.. I definitely prefer this. I’m really touchy by nature, so I like a lot of hugging and hand-holding- stuff like that.. It just makes me feel good. Also —- isn’t there some science-y fact about hugging: Releasing- oxytocin, or something, making you feel all warm inside? Yeah.. I like that warmth. 

But, um.. Rather than things like being romantic and such, I guess the quickest way to my heart would be.. hm.. If I’m to name the most important thing, it’d probably be comfort. Someone I’m able to feel comfortable with, where I don’t need to feel pressured or worried or sad around. Someone who makes me feel like I can tell them anything that’s on my mind and they can understand me when I’m being.. difficult. Someone who can effortlessly make me laugh and feel like I’m at my best, that’s definitely a quality that I love.

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So !! For the upcoming event, Anne and her background are gonna be kept virtually the same. Zombie outbreak development questions are answered under the cut, so !! If you’d like to plot for the event, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message, thank u love u :^*

Think about your character’s area they live in– how would this impact your survival and response–how fast it spreads– so on and so forth! Living in the inner city is about as unsanitary as you’d think- plenty of people get sick on the daily and still go out to do their jobs or run their errands or meet with others, so the possibility of germs or viruses spreading quickly is easily inevitable.

How does your character react to the rumors of zombies? Anne would shrug it off as just that: a rumour. Either this would be some dumb publicity stunt or cases of really bad flues, the possibility of zombies- she’d think- is near impossible – but she’d find the thought to be entertaining. 

Is your character prepared? Yes and No; as she is a horror movie and tv buff, she’d know how to prepare for these type situations in theory – but applying it to real life would probably be harder for her. Her mother and aunt own a restaurant so they have food storage in preparation for a few months, but when it comes to being prepared mentally in such a situation- she falls a bit short. 

Does your character know basic survival skills? She’s familiar on the basics; Anne’s also well versed in the study of plant life, etc. and studying in environmental sciences may give her a leg up in case she’d need to survive somewhere in the abundance of nature.

How long do you think your character would survive? She’s a runner and she’s a hider – never putting herself in danger unless absolutely necessary; most likely she’d make it somewhere in the middle, at least on her own.

Are they afraid/frightened of the outbreak? Quite a bit – but rather than worrying about herself, she’d probably be more afraid of what would be happening to her family since they live apart.

Are they afraid/frightened of the possibility of dying and/or being turned? It’s often that she’ll crack jokes about it all to soften the blows, but when facing the possibility of actually dying or being turned, it would definitely frighten her.

Are they the type to turn to the chaos of the world and start vandalizing and hurting others–stealing? Or do they help as much as they can? Even in these situations, Anne would want to try to keep her morality and humanity in tact; hurting others, causing trouble – these thoughts wouldn’t cross her mind for a second (at least, not purposely). However, if she had to steal for her sake or the sake someone she cared for, she would.

Do their personalities change in the panic? Not entirely. Anne would do everything she can to keep up as a morally sound optimist, but even she would eventually harden a bit from impact.

How do they react when it actually happens before their eyes? She’d be stilled in a state of shock; when fight or flight kicks in, it’d definitely be flight.

Is your character physically inclined? Or mentally? A good mix of both.

Will they go full force fighting the zombies or will they outsmart them? As she’s small in stature and can easily be overtaken, full force fighting wouldn’t exactly be her go-to method- instead, she’d opt to outsmart and plan around any obstacle.

Is your character part of an important position– Like the police? Doctors? How do they respond? What extra things do they know that the public does not? Nope.

What kind of zombie would they probably be? Smarter? Stronger? faster? Slower? Perhaps the average type, or a bit faster than most.

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the result of three essay assignments, a power-point, and two whole days full of competing in a one-sided staring contest with a physics textbook called for only one cure: a god-awful cup of black coffee and the promise of a heavenly crash that soon would follow after. anne was dead enough on her feet and anyone witnessing her dragging her limbs through the door of the cafe would dare make the comparison of her being akin to some zombie: pale, slow, and groaning beneath her breath at the mere effort it took to stand in the line – watching through half-mast lids and messy bangs that were left unstyled and uncared for, to fall as it pleased. to be honest, she didn’t look as bad as she felt -- or so she assumed. 

her initial plan was to stay here and get her last bit of studying out of the way for the week, but anyone could tell in a glance that that would be the last thing to happen; laptop and books were shoved to the side of the table in disregard, never to even be looked at and instead, all her attention was undivided as she took her first sip of coffee- the bitterness wracking her senses and causes a grimace to overcome her features. if only she opted for any sugar -- but that would’ve quickly knocked her out than woke her up.

the moment a foreign voice called for her attention, eyes were gradually lifted from the coffee cup and anne looked forward to the one who took their place before her. it took her a short moment to process the situation and when it finally dawned that the girl was talking to her, she was quick to set aside her cup and flash a large smile -- hands instead occupying themselves in fixing her hair, opting to tie it back up into a ponytail ( god, she must’ve looked like a mess ).

“Oh! Yeah, uh -- go ahead!” she motioned for the other girl to take the opposite seat, honestly not minding the company; anne was lucky enough to get a seat away from others, so she could understand the other’s troubles. elbow on the table, a hand was framed to hold up her face as anne casually observed the other; she definitely looked familiar- she had a cute face, the thought of the girl’s cheeks reminding her of dumplings warranted a small bubble of laughter that she just as quickly reigned in. it was only for a few seconds she’d thought back to where she must have seen the other before she suddenly sat back, perking up in the moment of realization. 

“Ah -- Biochemistry! You take that class right? At the university?”

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The coffee shop, the place she spent most of her time at but it wasn’t for the coffee or the chill setting that the cafe was always upholding when she’d go. it was for the tea they had as well as the beautiful chocolate cakes that she found herself more and more in love with each time she would buy one to eat. simple minds, simple pleasures, right? that was Sowon for sure.

After having got her tea and cake like always, she was looking around for a place to sit herself and food down at, but for some reason; today seemed to be a very busy day to come by since almost every seat was taking up by someone or being saved for someone else to sit at later. She was a little shy and on the timid side so she was for sure not going to go sit by the two guys that had one seat free to sit at, that was not something in her character to do. 

She was fast to make her way over to the lone girl sitting in a corner of the cafe with nothing in front of her that she could notice, so once having reached the girl sitting alone, Sowon cleared her throat and looked at the girl while waiting for her attention to be on her. “Can I sit with you? there’s a lot of people here and not a lot of places to sit at.. so if you don’t mind, can I join? please!”

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[Piece of BTOB vol. 5] Lee Minhyuk (feat. Cheeze) - Purple Rain

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do you consider yourself an emotional person?

“You’d think that, as an actress, I should be able to control my emotions to some extent, right? Well! It’s not all that easy.. heh.. while I do think I’m an emotional person, it’s not just because I cry all the time,” even though she does, “but it’s more so the fact that I.. I don’t know, I feel things more deeply? It’s like. When I’m happy, I’m ecstatic! Or when I’m stressed, I’m freaking out. Even when I cry over something little, I end up bawling waterfalls, it’s embarrassing.. Um.. I’m very aware of others and how they feel. High Empathy plays a big part in this as well.. Sometimes what I feel is more intense than others- it’s a little annoying sometimes, but! There’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing I’d change.”

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Looking at her with a determined look, he wasn’t going to back down. He wasn’t, and Soobin knew this; Her bottom lip was jutting out as if she had already accepted the fact of it all but was still trying her best to be difficult, (which was definitely a trait that could be associated with the girl.) She Seemed to realize her defeat after some moments of unwavering distress crossing on her face. Annoyed, and probably feeling a bit of frustration with herself; but Jinsoo himself was quietly grinning in content at his own victory as he hummed quietly to himself in a victorious tune before she had seemed to grown annoyed of this action and pressed her finger to his forehead and pressed him back by his forehead–causing him to stumble back before he furrowed his eyebrows and clicked his tongue.

The act of him trying to seem mad was completely crumbled and disintegrated to nothing after she quietly quoted him on something he had said to her years ago when the two of them hated each other and he couldn’t help but smile in a silent chuckle to himself as she opened the door and let the two of them in into the room. Watching her actions as she was in her own environment, he quietly studied her from behind. It was a bit weird so he tended to do these things when she didn’t notice him. It was well known by almost everyone (If not Anne herself) That Xav had feelings for her too, so he was always quite a bit softer for her– giving in easily to her without much else needed to direct him. When she turned back to him, it was evident that he was already watching her and so all he did in response was slightly raise his eyebrows in curiosity of what she was going to do next.

Being motioned over– he moved to her side and sat down, snorting softly at the way that Anne had flopped down on the couch and relaxed back into its cushioning beside him– moving the laptop over to him and he quietly looked over the contents of the screen curiously for some seconds in silence before Soobin because talking and droning in his ear on the side; he wondered if there was a part of her that was nervous deep down with how she was speaking.  He let her speak– Honestly, he wasn’t against the idea, he would have agreed right away but he did like the way he could see her brain working on end in thought as she had planned everything from start to finish it seemed. “Tsk, Are you saying I’m an alcoholic?” he questioned now, jokingly– the curve of his mouth twitching as he fought back a sort of laugh at this.

Listening to her continuing on, he finally let that smile crack through, snorting softly as he listened, pausing from his fixture on the computer screen as he looked up to her curiously enough to watch her expressions as she spoke– she was always rather animated and he enjoyed watching her be dramatic; he always chocked it up to her being a theater student that she was like this; Drama was her life, Drama WAS Soobin. This was further reinforced by the way that she continued to talk and he couldn’t help the quiet laugh that left him in response to her words as she continued speaking more and more.

To further this act of display, she had begun patting her own head when he didn’t reply to her actions fast enough–giving her own self a semblance of good work and before he could continue she was rambling again; She did this when she was nervous. She was nervous. His smile widened more once again and he quietly sat back into the couch at her actions before humming softly as if he was thinking. “Youre so…” he started before sighing as if he was annoyed. the word he was looking for was ‘Cute.’ But he didn’t utter that aloud, Soobin didn’t need any more boosts to her ego. “You know, Soobin,” he started, looking up at her with a wide grin–finding this all funny. “I was already going to say yes before you did all this extra work.” he teased her now, snorting softly to himself before humming.

“That sounds fun, I don’t mind it.–” he started before his eyebrows quirked slightly, “And it DOES sound like good pay back for avoiding me and having me think I had done something wrong for some days.” he sort of said this like he was scolding her, but listening to everything now, he couldn’t help but let all of those things subside from his list of things to care about.

"I appreciate that you went to such lengths for me though–“ he added in, laughing some more as he looked back down to the computer screen and continued to eye it over once more. "Especially since my birthday is still some time away, you’re really thinking here.” he murmured softly– he was honestly feeling a bit touched about the action but he wouldn’t ever say it that bluntly; this was enough as it was. “We’ll count this as something for YOUR birthday though, because with you avoiding me– we never got a chance to do things for you.” 

there was no cure to her foot-in-mouth syndrome, she knew that -- and though it wasn’t terminal, sometimes she wished it was. it was kind of embarrassing. anne always had the habit of running her mouth in times it wasn’t exactly necessary and most of the time, it was caused by nerves. in the beginning, this seemed like the most brilliant plan in the whole world and that she was an absolute genius- but looking back at it, it was a bit. extra. it probably would’ve been easier to ask xzavier upfront to go on the trip with her anyway since she knew he’d probably say yes ( he always does ) - but anne didn’t see any fun in that.

she opened her mouth her mouth in expectancy to reply with some witty retort but instead was met with a scoff, raising a hand to playfully hit at his shoulder as she spoke through her laughter. "No, stop, that’s not what I meant -- “ xav always had a knack for putting words into her mouth whether she’d actually meant them or not ( the latter, in this case ), but so did she- each time made in jest. her laughter died down and he began to speak again; she perked up in her spot, back straightened as she peered over to gauge his response -- almost akin to a puppy: wide eyed and laying in wait. 

anne hadn’t worried much about xav saying yes or no - his lax demeanor and quirked lips were telling enough that she’d done something right, even with her.. unorthodox methods. his smile seemed to have done the trick in diminishing the weight in her stomach and slowly, she released a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding ( only hoping that it wasn’t obvious ). xav’s approval was enough to warrant a squeal from the girl before he had even finished his sentence, shoulders visibly relaxing and hands clapping together rather happily to his agreement. anne turned over on the couch to face him, legs coming up on the cushion to criss-cross as she reached to take the computer from his lap to close and slip back into her bag, a wide grin on her lips as she turned her attention his way again. 

“Maybe you would have said yes- but that would’ve taken all the fun out of all the set up. Besides, I already said I was sorry for avoiding you, didn’t I?” except, she didn’t- but it was close enough. lips were stretched into a wider grin and anne couldn’t hold back a laugh; it was always funny to her that between the two of them, she was older yet it was her that always got scolded. not that it was anything to complain about, since most of the time it was well-deserved, anyhow..

“And don’t say that like you’re surprised, you know I’d do anything for you anyway so.. it’s no problem.” she was calmer now, the progression of her words softening as anne’s gaze dropped to her lap and a shoulder lifting into a small shrug while the tips of her ears felt as if they’d burn off any moment -- she’d just hoped they weren’t sticking out from her hair or for sure he’d have noticed. he notices everything ( short of the fact that just maybe anne’s words rang true in more ways than one- or of the extent of how much she actually felt for him. maybe not that ).

for those few seconds, she felt a bit awkward- as if she changed the atmosphere by a fraction because anne decided to act like a blushing school girl. a clear of her throat followed her looking back up and clasping her hands together, a wide grin taking its place back on her lips before she began again in a totally non-embarrassed, sing-song tone. “But anyway -- That’s fine. Your birthday gift to me would be you having a good time; that means you’re not spending a dime -- so consider this a.. joint gift. I’ve worked enough this past week to have everything covered.

“I was just thinking, y’know.. we could go in the middle of the day and do some sight-seeing.. go out to eat or something and spend the night at the nearby hostel. I know I only have you to myself for two days so I just decided that- on the second day- we’d go on the last day of the festival since those are always more fun, y’know?”

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“I told you from the beginning to wear repellent. It’s what you get for not listening to me.” 

why they agreed to travel with her all the way to the hiking trail without something as necessary as repellent was beyond her -- but suppose it wasn’t in anne’s place to complain. backpack on her shoulders, she only brought what she deemed was necessary: a few small mason jars, notebooks, water, even snacks- but no bug spray, despite the fact that even she was getting bitten by the pesky insects that flew around these wooded areas. 

“Actually,” she began again, stopping on the side of the trail to turn back to the other with a grin threatening to split her lips, resting a hand against the surface of a tree as she relaxed her weight against it. “it’s good you didn’t. You’d drive them all away and, uh. You make a good bug trap.” this much was said in jest ( whether or not the other would believe that ), though it had been anne’s initial intention to go on this hiking trail to start up her insect collections again- the other brought along as company while the smaller girl decided to indulge herself in the nature. 

“So for now -- Don’t move: You have a little friend on your shoulder.”