this serves as the living room area of the dorms. only authorized individuals should be in the dorms! boys and girls, but no canoodling. please keep the area tidy and clean up after yourself!
in character interactions only! ooc talk should be in brackets. be respectful and behave accordingly!
@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ [kinda jumping here, but i didnt want to miss the day]
Once the brownies had risen, and the oven was emitting the sweet aroma of baked chocolate batter, Felix drizzled some salted caramel drizzle on top of the makeshift "cake", cut the edges down into a circular form, and spritzed some whipped cream dollops around the outer edge. Finally, he plonked a single sparkler in the middle and lit it up, happily descending back into the common room, where he had kicked Sua off to, humming the "Happy Birthday" song. "Haaaappy birthday to you, Happy birthday to youuuu, happy birthday dear Suaaaaa, happy birthday to youuuu~~" he laid the "cake" on the little coffee table in front of her and immediately pounced on her for a tight hug. "Happy birthday, Sua-yah, thank you for being my friend and tolerating me for so long. I hope you always have inspiration, hope you are always healthy and happy and loved, and i hope we get to debut soon, so I can share a little spark of your spotlight, together on stage with you. And to make that day even more special..." he brought out a little box from his pocket, tied with a simple ribbon, and presented it to her "... i have gotten you this. I hope you like them and wear them a lot."
@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ "Ooh, aah! Okay then!" happy that it wasn't his terrible Korean skill this time, Felix resumed work on mixing his batter, now with a newfound swerve to his hand. "Of course you do, Su-yah. This way if you die - I know not to feed the others." he grinned and swiped a finger through the mixer then stuck it in his mouth to taste the result, happy with the consistency of it, before looking up at the question. "Ah, yeah, it's in the drawer--... ah, there you have it... Wait!" he raised his hands in alarm "Don't spray directly on the tray, let me put the baking sheet on it first. Where did i put that..."
@♊︎ felix lee "Oh no no, I mean we were singing different songs." She chuckled only to pout but sighed, knowing where he was coming from. She then pulled back from the counter with a smile, grabbing the baking pan and handing it to him. "I better get the very first bite though, okay? Ah! Do you need the oil?" She asked, looking around for the cooking spray, grinning widely once she found it.
@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ "Huh? Did i...? Did i miss it again?" he asked somewhat forlorn, already used to missing half the meanings in most Korean phrases, yet here he was hoping he had gotten the hang of it. Guess not. "Gimme, gimme, ooh~" he sing-songed melodically, the most his deep rapper voice could do, swiping the bowl of batter away. "Ah-ah-ah-ah! If you did, then you'd get a stomach ache. And I don't want to call manager-noona to drive us to the hospital. Will you pass me the... tray?" he tried, his brain erasing the word "baking pan" and having to come up with a substitute on the go. "Jebal?" he added with a flutter of his big eyes.
@♊︎ felix lee The girl turned her attention over to the kitchen, chuckling softly. “I feel like we’re lost in translation with that song.” Sua called out before making her way over to Felix, eyes sparkling as she heard batter. “You know I love your brownies! Gimme gimme!” She playfully showed him her grabby hands before leaning against the counter beside where he was. “What if I finished the batter before you even bake them?”
@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ "A-wim-bawe, a-wim-bawe, a-wim-bawe, a-wim-bawe, wooooooo-oooohooooo-woooo~" Felix joined into the humming he noticed from the kitchen, the tone familiar to his first and one of few friends. Poking his head from the doorframe of the adjacent kitchenette, he grinned at the girl sprawled on the sofa. "Sua-shiiiiii~" he beckoned with a finger "You wanna come taste the batter? I'm mixing brownies" he tempted with his signature pastry, the one thing he had perfected, because he had been making it in order not to be bored on slow days.
@♊︎ felix lee It was an uneventful day. Sua had no shift in the nightclub at the moment, and she had just finished having a discussion with DSF’s producer about a couple of songs on the roster of a possible comeback album. The girl sat sluggishly on the couch, resting her head against the backrest with her arms spread out, staring up at the ceiling. “Bum bum bum bum ba bumbum ba bumbum…” She sang randomly.
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //watches you have a full blown conversation in your sleep, getting a heavy slap at my ear, that is supposed to take the role of a gentle petting I suppose, swatting away the offending appendage, until the tone changes and I hold my breath at the friend-fession, unexpecting to ever hear such a thing, not a dream state when people have no filter/
//very much not laughing, but accused of so, I sit and blink, watching you go through the noises and gimmicks of a drunk, then oofs when the heavy hand lands on my bare chest one last time and watches you dream off, rolling back between my own sheets to stare at the ceiling for long hours, until sleep takes over my muddled mind/
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *eventually, dream Jooyeon surfaces, and is saved, settling on the sandy beach in his damp dream clothes, with a half smile on his faced*
I survived...
*he mutters, head tossing to and fro to check on his dream friends. His eyes remained shut in real life, making it all the more comedic when he reaches out to pat dream San*
We made it... me and my friends...
*he turns the other way to pat dream Wooyoung, actually ending up patting some part of the other's body while he did*
I never thought I'd have friends like you guys... Don't laugh! *an angry finger points at Wooyoung* You're my friend. And I'll take care of you. Even if you're loud and messy, Jung Wooyoung.
*he hiccups once, burps in his mouth as an after shock, and flaps his lips into silence*
Sleep it off
*another sound pat to Wooyoung's chest, and Jooyeon folds, digging deeper into rem sleep, and forgetting the entire reason he ended up here in the first place*
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ [enemies to lovers ::thinking::]
//furrows my eyebrows in worry as the first word you utter is "help", thinking something very terrible happened, ready to prop myself further or even get up, when I realize your eyes are closed still/
Are you sleeptalking...
//blinks for a moment, watching you trash like a beached fish, and not seeing any apparent wounds or anything wrong with you whatsoever, I prop up on an elbow and snort/
Oh yeah? And where are they now?
//wondering if you will answer to verbal prompt while sleeping - something I've always wanted to test with a sleeptalker/
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ () enemy lover #1 for woo
*dreamland gets a little funny for Jooyeon at that point in his slumber. The peaceful beach where he and San were collecting seashells (while Wooyoung stuffed his face of barbecue in the back), started shaking, as if an earthquake was coming, waves rolling high...*
*dream-Wooyoung shouts, and suddenly he's in the water*
Help ...
*he mutters, shouting it through lungs filled with sea water in his dream*
Help - help - San - ? Wooyoung!
I can't die! *his arms thrash on the floor, him drowning now being caused by the sudden fall thanks to Wooyoung's shove*
I have friends - *he knicks the blanket with a finger* I can't leave them behind -
I-- as I was too!
//hisses more, wiggling even more aggressively, almost squealing at being manhandled and borderline d/
Jooyeon! Jooyeon, don't fall asleep now! Jooyeon!
//whispers more, decidedly jamming my elbow in your ribs to wrench you away, then pushes back, my idea being to push you away and gain space, but the bed is too narrow and I end up pushing you off the bed instead/
//hearing the thud, I turn over and lean over the plank, peeking over to see if you got a concussion that I'll have to explain later/
Jooyeon. Are you okay?
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ () they're both in love with san i'm afraid /dreamy sigh ksksksks jksjks
*it was all a dream as far as he's concerned, snuggling up closer to his roommate without a care for anyone else they shared a room with*
*he groans, brows furrowing*
Shhh... I'm trying to sleep
*one of his arms forces its way under Wooyoung, tugging him close like he would the ginormous, body-sized pillow on his own bed* Shhh... Shhhh...
*his cheek finds the back of his friend's shoulder, pushing into the warmth, and slowly inviting the sleep back in*
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ [laughing at how both are calling for san xD]
//stirs further awake, crooking my neck impossibly while trying to turn to see what's going on behind me and finally focus on your face/
Jooyeon!
//whisper-hisses, so as not to wake up the third in our room, slightly rattling your arm that's around me, to no real success/
Jooyeon, you're in my bed. Jooyeon!
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *had he been sober, Jooyeon might have cared more about his roommate muttering his best friend's name out in his sleepy state, but he wasn't in any right mind to think about more than his immediate needs*
*which were warmth and comfort*
Don't move San... *he mutters instead, shuffling his face into the crook of Wooyoung's neck and shoulder* Don't move...
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //sleeps safe and peaceful, alone in my own bed... until the fire nation attacked/
//back to the room, face tucked into the pillow, facing the wall, I am hardly able to notice any movement in the room, especially not in my sleep, so I never stir, only making myself comfortable with the new warmth from behind, snuggling blindly in my hazy state/
Mmmh, San-ah...
//mumbles in my sleep state, slowly gaining tiny bits of consciousness, even slower to register something is off/
W... what...
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *it was several hours later, early into the morning of a new day, when Jooyeon strained into a sitting position*
*half-drunk still, he blinks around the dark room, soft light coming from beneath some of the closed doors where trainees stayed awake past normal hours or were waking up to start their days*
*bites his lip, one hand clutching the blanket still as he got up*
*his intentions were to find a bathroom, but instinct brought him back to his shared dorm room with Wooyoung*
*the doors creaks as he pushes it open, trailing his blanket behind him while slinking into the room. with the lights off, he can hardly navigate, but he manages to fumble around, past haphazardly laid slippers, stray pieces of clothes, and other things, until he gets into bed*
*in his half-sober naivite, he believes himself to be in his own bed, taking the blanket Wooyoung had dressed him with earlier to wrap around himself and hugging the new sudden body pillow he'd acquired*
*cozy... perfect...*
*and he was snoring again*
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ [awh i thought we were going for a soff moment :/]
//blinks slowly as you doze off visibly, certainly surprised to hear the sudden lullaby you sing to yourself, stilling in my spot without even breathing, realizing you're probably used to singing yourself to sleep from before, and clenches my teeth, thinking about my baby brother alone at home since I've been off to different companies as a trainee/
//pulls the blanket up to cover you well, silently getting up with the intent to creep quietly out of the common room as not to stir you awake, and go into our bedroom to effectively toss and turn all night with a mind racing a mile a minute/
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *In Jooyeon's head, a whole speech was whirling with all the pent up words he'd bitten back in the name of kindness, but the actual Jooyeon's body was now mush in the pillows of the couch, entirely absorbed with his head lolling to the side*
Hey doggie! Don't bark!
*suddenly hush-sings from the couch, putting on a show for himself* Our baby sleeps so wellllll..
Hush chickie! Don't cluck! You'll wake my child's sweet sleep
*the lullaby gets quieter with each word, dwindling down to mumbles, then eventually, soft snores, with sleep overcoming him too early on a night of celebration*
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Because you will hurl again and worse - will get projectile vomit all over my bed as well. This is for your own safety. Because if you *do* - I will make sure you sleep and never wake up.
//crouches by the sofa, speaking sweetly, tone not corresponding to the spoken words quite much/
//gets up to get on my way to my own bed, but stops in my tracks, a thought passing through to stay maybe and make sure you don't puke all over yourself, but it goes away as quickly as it came through, not used to be told to "not leave"/
You will have to sleep here. I can't come up there, there is no space. And you are also vomity. You'll be right fine. Go to sleep, Jooyeon, come on. Off you go to dreamland.
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *He was safe. He wouldn't throw up. Drunk him had him convinced as if he hadn't just upchucked ten minutes prior into some poor trainee's forgotten popcorn bowl*
Why can't I sleep in my bed?
*he asks only once he's laid on the couch with his arms stretched in the air above him, hanging out there*
*the blanket tucks him in snugly, encouraging his body to sink further into it*
Wait - Wooyoung - don't leave. I want to sleep in my bed. Sleep with me here. *pats the back of the couch awkwardly, wrist bent so he could keep his arms straight up still*
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ I... as you wish... but if you throw up on it, its not my fault!
//sits by the couch, calmly waiting for the whole fiasco to end, glancing up at the thud and deciding you should be more tame now/
//steps right in front of you, while you as where i was, grabbing you under the arms again, to this time securely deposit you in a horizontal position onto the sofa, heavily assisted by the dizziness of the hit on the wall/
There we go. I'm still here. Even though I want to be in my room and sleep. Take this.
//pulls the random blanket over your torso, making sure your feet are tucked/
Try not to vomit all over the couch in your sleep, will you?
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *the denim jacket had been a gift during the Christmas Period - one of the best Secret Santa gifts he had ever received in his life - so even sober he was protective of it. Now in his state, it was multiplied by ten, his hands gripping at the front to pull away from Wooyoung*
No! I'm gonna sleep with this!
I'll never take it off!
*he wants to run away, and he does try, but the wall finds his face first, pretending to the be the door so when he actually does open the door, he walks into the wall rather than through it*
*a loud thud resonates in the cramped bathroom, Jooyeon gasping* Ow.
*whispers to the paint, eyes wide while he paws at the wall until it gives to the exit, and he stumbles out there*
*he massages the reds pot blooming, the common room as confusion as the bathroom*
Where did you go, Wooyoung?
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Unfortunately you are, yes.
//confirms your living status begrudgingly and leads you to the sofa, unfazed by your cackling, and making sure you are sat down and laying to your side/
You did, and now we all have to live with the consequences.
//sighs, looking around, then grabs a cover that one of the girls probably left out here, since they seem to always be cold and turns back to you/
Jooyeon, you've wet your jacket... come on, take it off. Time to go to sleep.
//tugs on the denim lapel, which has remained unscathed by the projectile vomit somehow/
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ I'm drowning! HELP!
*continues to scream, especially as the ~generous~ handfuls of water are thrown down his throat and up his nose*
I'm still alive?
*pants when it's finally done, barely hearing something about the couch*
Wait - where? *blinks some droplets off his eyelashes, slowly sinking back so he could lean against the wall while turning to the door*
*with his back now to Wooyoung, his shoulders start to shake, giggling quietly until he's chortling, then full on cackling with his head thrown back*
I survived!
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Yes, shower.
//keeps washing your face through the protest, making sure all the debris is gone, while splashing generous fistfuls of water at your face/
Ohhhh how i wish you were... how i wish you were...
//grabs the towel and dabs it on your face, effectively muffling the sound coming out for a slight relief/
Okay, back to couch. Walking.
@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *jumps at the slam, falling back into your arms with an over dramatic dip inspired by the clumsiness of my drunken form*
*grabs at your shirt, eager to get away from the broom screaming behind the closed door, and towards whatever destination awaited*
Oh! Shower!
*points excitedly when we enter the cramped bathroom*
*moments later, I'm surprised for the second time that night with a splash of cold water to my face, gasping*
Wah! Wait! Wait! I'm drowning!
*wheezes, fighting to get away from Wooyoung and his wet weapons*
@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //groans, holding you up steady and firmly, marching us both on the way to the bathroom/
Jooyeon, shut uuuuuppppppp
//every word is a threat to the possibility of more projectile vomit flying around and i have you physically manhandle you away from the cleaners' stash, putting the mop haphazardly away with one hand and shutting the door with a resounding slam/
Jooyeon, get out of the closet, before i drag you out of it by the hair.
Off to the sink you go.
//bodily manhandles you into the bathroom and over the sink, turning on the (ice) cold tap, to wet my hand and splish it on your face to start cleaning the remnants away/
