@m. yoongi Chungha stirred the piping hot cup of green tea that was in front of her, blinking tiredly as she let out a sigh. These days, it was hard to seem like her normal bubbly self, even if she longed to be. Her days were filled with grueling rehearsals and long practices, taking up all of her time that she wished she was spending with her friends, one in particular that always clouded her thoughts. she quickly snapped out of her trance, using the long sleeves of the sweater she had stolen from said friend to act as mittens so her hands wouldn't get burned.
She slowly sipped from the warm mug, attempting to savor the warmth that it spread throughout her body. She was lightheaded, something that had been happening quite frequently since she started the new diet her director had put her own for the showcase, saying that she would perform better and look better on stage if she lost a few lingering pounds. It had started with just cutting out carbs and eating less sugary things, which to be fair, is good for anyone. But as weeks passed, the diet started becoming smaller and smaller, chungha feeling the pressure to look and perform her best for this important showcase. the more weight she lost, the more praise she received from her director, so her diet basically took over her life.
her head turns toward the door where she heard a soft knock, eyebrows furrowing as she wondered who it was, knowing that her roommates were preoccupied with their classes at this time of day. "one second!" she calls out, quickly getting up from her chair to shuffle over to the door, ignoring the dizziness she felt after getting up so fast. "...yoongi? what are you doing here? i thought you had practice." her eyes widened in surprise, both happy and hesistant to see him. she longed to spend time with him like they used to, but the little voice (that sounded eerily similar to her director's voice) nagged at her in the back of her mind, reminding her that she should be practicing. "uh--come in."
@k. nahee after knocking on the door, his vision locates the ringer next to the door. he almost wants to facepalm, but he only scowls at his idiocy. the door immediately opens, and he is tackled by his beloved with a beam of excitement. her jump causes him to hold her up from reflex, his legs gripping her thighs to make sure she doesn't fall backwards. his lips shift to a meek smile while he looks up to return the lovely kiss. god, he misses that sweet plush. "i missed you more," he softly replies, then following the cute nuzzle while he scrunches his nose. he slowly guides nahee back to the floor. his vision focuses on his girlfriend, a small grin slowly crawling back. "i look so good? you look better than me," he emits a small laugh and leans in once more to place a quick peck. her guidance allows him to travel inside; the room is completely different, and more decorated than his apartment. somehow, the scent is a lot better than his as well. "the girls are gone? that's surprising," nahee's excitement causes his smile to get bigger, displaying that same set of canines per usual. "we could do all of that, babe. your choice, i'm the watcher here."
@k. chungha it’s almost pathetic fallacy to a tragic hero’s fate because the moment he steps outside from the campus, he swears the heavens are mad at him for some unknown reason. but with that, he tugs at the hood of his infamous plain black hoodie over his slightly fried filaments to hinder the cloud’s sobs from sinking in the cotton of his clothes. luckily enough, he slips into his car seconds before the rainfall threatens to break through his windshields. his foot presses down on the brake; he starts the car, cranking up the wipers while he heads on his way home with daniel caesar’s freudian muffled behind speakers before he switches to frank ocean’s self control.
it takes him twenty three minutes to get to the floor of a3. the first door is his home, but he walks towards the third door... which just happened to be his usual destination these past few weeks. his attire is a similar look like the first time they met in the theatre, but at least now, a fresh pair of clothing and not straight from practice. yoongi raises a fist to knock against the surface of 103 before folding his arms across his chest while he sinks in everlasting thoughts caged behind his nike sweatband.
this time isn’t really different, but he plans on bringing up a few issues he’s noticed. he’s noticed the distance growing between him and chungha, which... is fine. he’s a bit solemn due to the fact, but he’s more concerned about why he hears a rather angry voice transcend from her phone, interrupting their breakfast, lunch, or dinner session; in which, it leads to chungha scrambling for her possessions, bidding an apology, then leaving him alone rather dazed and confused. he’s also noticed how small her portions have become— why the rowdy, bubbly, happy girl has now sunken to mundane dark circles and simple replies; who only consumes a few pieces of leaves and not the meat on the bone. yoongi knows... well maybe, he doesn’t, but he’s sure he hasn’t personally committed anything to harm her.
@t. mark the knocking on the door surprises her. not because he was extremely fast, and not because she didn't know who it was, but because it was the 21st century and her boyfriend had completely disregarded the doorbell. with her eyebrows furrowed and a puzzled look on her face, the girl quickly rushes towards the apartment door and swings it open without checking the peephole. a grin quickly spreading across her face, she jumps on him without a second thought. her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms around his nape, she smiles down at him before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "i missed you so much," she says with a laugh, nuzzling their noses together before finally letting go. "you look so good, babe." although he's just wearing a tee and jeans, he's got her under some silly love spell and the simple outfit has her staring at him like a fool. "come in," she orders, lacing her arm with his and dragging him inside after locking the front door. "the girls are out today and probably won't be back the entire day. we have the entire apartment to ourselves! what do you wanna do? bake? netflix binge? cuddle? your wish is my command!"
@k. nahee there hasn't been a day where mark visited nahee's apartment. it's more ironic since mark passes by the place on a daily basis. their arrangements are usually at his apartment, or any other location that isn't his girlfriend's home. mark doesn't care about the destination as long as he gets to see nahee (pretty cheesy honestly). after receiving the text from nahee, mark throws his smartphone on his bed to prepare himself for the upcoming date. he already has on a hoodie and sweatpants, but they look kind of gross because of the spaghetti stain from last night. he removes the old clothing and slips on a normal graphic tee tucked inside some black jeans, and he also can't forget his cap that flattens his hair. he grabs his device and notices the text, of which he immediately replies.
[ walmark > knhs ]
- im omw
- cant wait to see you again babe
his fingers roughly slide his cell down the back pocket of his jeans and he quickly exits his home. nahee's room is only down the hallway. he paces himself down the hall and knocks on her door, hoping that she is the only one at home. he knows that the other girls aren't exactly fond of him.
@t. mark nahee is extremely excited, to say the least. this is the first time mark is coming over to her place, even though they've met up in secrets for month and even began dating "officially" despite the numerous times she'd go over to his. there's an idiotic grin on her face as she rereads the texts over and over again, clutching her phone to her chest and sighing dreamily at the thought of being able to introduce him to one of her favorite hobbies. she places her phone down on the counter, immediately making her way over to her own room and sitting down at her vanity. she looks into her mirror, double checking her appearance before she puts on her tinted lip balm and ties her hair half up with a jeweled clip. she sprays some listerine pocketmist for safe measures, unable to forget the time he asked if she brushed her teeth when she was trying to kiss him. one glance into the mirror once again - she's pretty sure she looks cute as hell in her white tank and crushed black velvet shorts. perfect. she rushes out of her room again, gently closing the door behind her, before heading back to the kitchen area and grabbing her phone once again.
[] hoseok likes to believe in fate and fairytales, and if he chases this down the road, who's to say that he couldn't find a happy ending down the road
he's not going to lie - he's surprised when yuqi reciprocates the kiss, half-expecting her to retract from his touch. she didn't know him that well, and neither did he, but everything - though a cliche - just feels right in this moment. he releases his grip on his sketchbook, right hand coming up to embrace her tender skin. he doesn't know what he wants, and he doesn't know what the future holds for the both of them. the now is all that holds importance to him. he gently the curve of her cheek, pushing up to her warmth. perhaps there is a pulse that leads them, guides them together, bringing them to this very second. hoseok likes to believe in fate and fairytales, and if he chases this down the road, who's to say that he couldn't find a happy ending down the road?
yuqi continues staring into hoseoks eyes, seeing everything all at once, herself, her future, she wants this to be real, the attention and feelings she's been longing for are all becoming a reality, the mindless sin she performs at night making her feel regret and anger, she wants to be normal, she wants to be happy, the crowd in the room disappearing from her mind, the sound of the room drowning out into the distance having it only be just her and hoseok, in this moment... yuqi suddenly feels a hand cupping her cheek, her eyes flick down to his mouth spilling words she's unable to focus on, he begins leaning closer and she feels the soft skin of his lips collide with hers, yuqi's eyes fluttering shut as she tries to hold onto this moment for as long as she can, putting her right hand on his shoulder as her left hand rises to tangle her fingers through his soft brown hair, leaning into the kiss and pushing her lips firmly against his, not wanting to stop.
with a soft croon she puts her hands on ten's arm and shakes him back and forth, eyes still fixed on their two figures. "they're kissinggggggg, i'm so proud of her. aw."
momentarily ceasing his cleaning, he looks to soojin and nods his head with a soft smile and sigh, "i thought i'd have to punch him for being a later, i'm so proud."
upon catching sight of the two now sharing an intimate moment, soojin attempts to scoot away quietly, feet leading over to ten as she leans over to whisper. "they're kissing...!"
