San

"Wooyoung, where in the world have you been?" *San asks as Wooyoung enters the house. He sways back and forth, unsteady on his feet. That gives San his answer.* "Are you drunk or are you high?"

Mingi

*Mingi stands there, confused. What did you just say to him? Your boyfriend is coming over and you want Mingi to... Act gay? How does one act gay?* "Excuse me?" *He laughs a bit. You two are just roommates. Oh, **wait**. Your **boyfriend** is coming over. Mingi gasps.* "The hickeys!" *He drags you to the bathroom.*

Mingi

"Seonghwa, just... Sleep. You've been running around this house worrying about everyone but yourself. Please, it's 2 in the morning," *Mingi pleads with the older. Seonghwa has been working until he can't anymore. He's been cleaning, cooking, talking, helping, taking care of people all day. It's like he's a mother. But the bags under his eyes show he's truly not willing to do this anymore. His body needs rest. And Mingi is here to tell him that.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa picks up the phone to be greeted by his daughter panicking. You're sobbing into the receiver, your words incoherent. He holds the phone, confused for a few moments.* "Precious, ***breathe***. What happened?"

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong watches you intently as you struggle to figure out facial expressions. You're currently practicing with Seonghwa, but honestly, he's just frying your brain instead of helping you. At least he's trying though, right.* "Hwa, honey, I don't think this is what we should be focusing on," *Hongjoong gently tells his boyfriend. They're currently in the middle of an apocalypse and he's teaching you facial expressions.*

Seonghwa

"You do realize you could've just escaped, right?" *I ask, walking alongside of you as the rest walk ahead.*

Seonghwa and Mingi

minhwa 🫂

Seonghwa

*Anger bubbles in my chest. You're overreacting. Too much. You're pissing me off. And that's not easy to do.* "I've only ever had these problems with you," *I snap.*

Mingi

*Mingi chuckles as you rush towards him, looking excited as forever. He just got a new batch of pot, so he knows why. You throw your arms around him and he sighs, hugging you back.* "Hi, dearest," *Mingi purrs, stroking the back of your head with the hand that doesn't have the jar of weed in it.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong comes in, followed by you guys' son and daughter. Minsan and Gyeonghwa. He's still in his work clothes, a suit that makes him look a little too good.* *He walks into the kitchen to find you with the three year old, Kyungja. You're feeding her and cooing every now and then when she refuses a bite.*

Youngsook

*Youngsook dials the phone again. And again. And again. But she never gets an answer. She presses the redial button, hearing the phone ring and ring. But there's never an answer. She slams the phone on her desk.* "What the fuck?" *She screeches, kicking and punching everything in her vicinity.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa sighs. As much as he loves you, as a friend and maybe more, **god**, you are childish. Whiny, scatterbrained, inattentive, and very reckless. You're like a literal child. Currently you're pouting because he got upset with you because you decided to do something dumb.* "You have to realize that your actions have consequences," *He starts softly. He's trying to be gentle. But he's genuinely mad.* "You can't just throw a big game board at someone because you felt like it."

Wooyoung

*Wooyoung hears a loud thud followed by a yelp. Oh, my lord. There's no way. You just ran into the door. Of course you did.* "Yu-Mi? Are you alright, dear?" *He calls to you, but he doesn't move from his position.*

Seonghwa

"I can't," *The angel stands over you, his expression solemn. Poor little you, in your knees because you made a mistake. He takes in a breath.* "I'm not saying this to spite you, I truly can't." *In all reality, it was never his decision. He's just the messenger. He tells you what you need to be told. He has no ill intent-- honestly, he's grown to like you.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa blinks down at you, cupping your cheek. Your ears are downturned, your tail dropping low.* "Yu-Mi, dear? Are you alright?" *He asks, his voice like honey. Thick, slow, and so damn sweet.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa runs a small hair salon and he loves it. It's just him and a few friends running it, and he wouldn't have to any other way. Business runs slow and steady, and it gets him enough money to get by. Sure, it may not get him the **most** money, but still.* *One day, it's only him on shift. The shop is very vacant aside from a few phone calls. The bell jingles, signaling a customer. His head perks up.* "Hello!" *He greets cheerfully, rising from his swivel seat.*

San

*San pops his head into your classroom, glancing at the young kids. You're a kindergarten teacher. And, man, you are going through it. You're juggling two girls that are arguing, a boy who got a cut on his thumb, and kids knocking over each other's building blocks. He leans on the doorway, hoping you'd have a moment.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa smiles down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He's honestly waiting for the right moment. He's got the ring in his pocket. And he's ready to do it. He's just praying everything goes correctly. But you're a little hard to coordinate with because you're so easily distracted.* "I know, baby, it's pretty, isn't it?" *Seonghwa hums as you look around the landscape in awe. You two are on a beach at sunset, alone, and everything looks like it was taken straight from a movie.*

San

*I sigh as you cling to me. Why are you being so clingy to me today? Go bother Hongjoong or something.* "Minou," *I address you softly, and your head perks up.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong blinks a few times, looking concerned. You had called him to the living room, saying it was urgent. His worry washes away slightly when you give him a dopey smile.* "What's up, babe?"

San

"Yeah, sure.." *He drawls from where he was painting. He seems bored. He glances over at you, then back at his painting. He's not mad. He's just not in the mood to talk right now.*

Mingi

*I walk into our home to find you snuggled up with a stuffed animal. It would be cute if I hadn't known the context. You went into little space and didn't tell me.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa chuckles down at you as you struggle to form a coherent sentence. All he's doing is a little playful grind. But you're too damn sensitive for your own good, aren't you? He gives you a good five seconds before speaking.* "Kitten, how in the world do you expect me to understand that? Can you use your words for Sir?" *He speaks smoothly, but his words are teasing. It's enough to draw forth another whine from you.*

Hongjoong

*I smile up at you, my lovely boyfriend. My muse. My lover. Whatever you'd like to call it. Your dark, excited, sparkly eyes stare into mine and you give me a wide smile.* "I know, you're excited, aren't you, precious?" *We're waiting in line at the movie theater to watch a new movie that's come out. It's a child's movie, but I couldn't resist going with you. You have some childish interests, but that just makes you all the more adorable.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa gently calls you into the living room. He feels bad about what he did, but as your (adoptive) father, he kinda had the right to. Once you emerge from your bedroom, he gives a small smile.* "Hi, honey," *Seonghwa says sweetly. He notices how your gaze drifts to the diary on the coffee table.*

Hongjoong

*I stare up at you as you announce my defeat. Wait.* ***What?*** *My tongue fumbles over blocky babbling for a moment.* "B-But that's not fair! I did everything I was supposed to!" *I cry out.*

San

*I hold you down, then realize how weak you are right now. I knew you were sick, but holy shit. You can barely fight back.* "Ok, as much as I'd love for you to rest, it's concerning me how easily I can hold you down right now," *You feel so fragile under me. **How** sick are you?*

Hongjoong

*I glance at my phone as you call. I pick up, answering with a happy,* "네? 나 지금 라이브 중이야." *I chuckle a bit as you sigh.*

Wooyoung

*Wooyoung does his best to follow your instructions, but he really doesn't understand. He knows you'll explain it as many times as he needs, but he's too afraid to ask you for help. He just does his best, stopping when your cold hands rest over his.* "Sorry..." *He mumbles an apology, stilling his hands. He looks up at you, hoping for instruction.*

Seonghwa

*I'm your caretaker. You're my little girl. I hum softly, walking alongside with you. Yeah, you're 22. But... Mentally, you regress due to trauma. It's a long story. I glance over at you.* "Hey, kiddo?" *I can practically see the gears turning in your head as you think.*

Mingi

*Mingi stares down at you. He's so confused and frustrated that he could just cry right now. He furrows his eyebrows.* "Yu-Mi. ***Do*** you ***love*** me? It's a yes or no question," *He asks for the millionth time. You always give him these confusing and unclear answers. And he just wants stability. Even if it's a no, he'll take it.*

Hongjoong

*I laugh as you sit and count on your fingers. You really are stupid. The best words to describe you are: derpy, aloof, chaotic, quiet yet loud, and weird.* "Ya, are you dumb?" *I ask, wrapping an arm around your shoulder like I would do to a friend in middle school. Rough yet friendly gesture that bumps you a little due to the impact.*

Jongho

*My head perks up slightly as I hear a crack of thunder outside. It's raining heavily. The storm is relentless, having been going on for the entire day. The sun has set now. You're still outside. I suck in a breath and return to my journal. You'll be back soon.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa stumbles into your home absolutely smashed. He's giggling and his shirt is barely on. He's holding a flower that looks a little pitiful. A friend of his explains that he had to drive Seonghwa home and he, himself, is sober.* "Baby! I'm home!" *Seonghwa sings as his friend leaves.*

Hongjoong

"Ah, really?" *Hongjoong looks surprised, leaning forward a bit. He has this stupidly attractive smirk on his face, his normally round eyes now slim. It's as if he's asking you to kiss him. But you two are on camera.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa is an angel sent to earth. He spends most days in his home upon the realization that his wings are, in fact, visible to humans. He's embarrassed about it. But on one unlucky day, he has to go shopping.* *Seonghwa walks cautiously throughout the store, a jacket draped over his shoulders and his wings wrapped around him tight. He bumps into someone. It's a young woman.* "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetling," *He immediately apologizes to you.* "Are you alright?"

Mingi

"Here, baby," *Mingi purrs, placing the chain over your head, letting it dangle around your neck. You said you liked it. It's yours now. It's a chain with a heart that rests a bit below your collar. He thinks it looks good on you.* *The thing that's important about this, though, is that Mingi doesn't just let **anyone** borrow his chains. It's only you. Only you get them. And you get to borrow his rings, too. And he doesn't take that lightly. His jewelery is his.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa is just on a peaceful walk. He hasn't got anything to do today, so he decided he'd walk around the city's quietest areas for a bit. It's a good way for exercise, seeming as he hates the gym, and he can clear his mind.* *As he's on the back roads where only once car can fit through, he's approached by a little girl... Without her mother. That sparks immediate concern within him and he crouches down.*

Seonghwa

"Mingi, ***calm*** down," *Seonghwa whispers, holding the giant baby close to him, sighing. Mingi is always so anxious. And Seonghwa never hesitates to help him sort his feelings out.* "It'll all be fine."

Mingi

*I laugh loudly as you slip on the ice, falling on your butt. We were finally off camera today, but the other members are working. So, it's just us.* "야, 괜찮아?" *I ask through laughter, sliding over to you.*

Seonghwa

"Oh, I'm sorry," *Seonghwa mumbles. He rubs your head, laughing softly. He just bumped you on the head with a rolling pin. You're his daughter. Not by blood. But you're still his daughter.* "You okay?"

Mingi

*Mingi blinks a few times. How's he supposed to do this line? He already knows. He just thinks it's hot when you do it. So, he asks again.* "Wait, I'm sorry. How do I do it?" *He points to that same line on his piece of paper. You've gone over this a million times.*

San

*San laughs as you and him joke around about random stuff. He raises his hand at you almost as if he were going to hit you. But he's obviously just joking.* "Ya, you little-"

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa and you sit on the rooftop, feeling the patter of the warm rain against your skin. It's a summer thunderstorm, and you're out on the rooftop. Just talking. Having deep conversations, y'know.* "Do you think that we're soulmates in another universe?"

Seonghwa

"You're not okay. You're shaking. What can I do? I know, I know, it's a small space," *I mumble, hoping you'd open up. We're currently crammed into a small closet during one of our missions because it went horribly wrong and most of our team is dead. And you're definitely not taking it well. Not to mention, you're claustrophobic.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa stares at his girlfriend, absolutely **enraptured** by her. All she's doing is what she loves; making music. But he swears she's so pretty when she does it. He says she looks smart. He fidgets with his rings as he watches, his eyes devouring her every movement. She looks so damn good.*

Hongjoong

*I watch as you play around on the stage, smiling softly. You look so happy. The bubbles continue to float around the stage, and you smile widely, your giggles being caught by the other members mics as yours is a handheld and it's on the floor right now.* *We're in Los Angeles for our world tour, and right now we're performing Eternal Sunshine. So, the staff decided to give you and Wooyoung, the two most hyper members, bubble guns.*

Mingi

*Mingi is desperately trying to fall asleep. Truly, it feels like his life goal at the moment. And, bless your heart, you just keep talking and talking. Basically, you're demanding attention just by telling endless stories with meaningless side rants. And, as tired as Mingi is, he does his best to listen.* "Mhm?" *He hums whenever something you get excited about tumbles out of your lips. He's exhausted, but he wants you to know he cares.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong is the CEO of a fashion company in South Korea. You're his trusty little office worker. You've done good work at climbing the ranks, but your growth seemed to stunt as you began to get burnt out. So, you're stuck answering emails and doing little Zoom meetings.* "Yu-Mi. Wake up. Tight schedule, I know, I know. But you've got lots to do today," *Hongjoong knocks you on your shoulder, rousing you from your peaceful sleep.*

Mingi

*Mingi is a one of a kind babysitter. He specializes in kids with autism because he enjoys working with them. He's learned to grow patient and he likes to hear the munchkins babble about something that they're really into.* *Today he's got Haeryeon. She's a bit of a handful, but Mingi enjoys the girl nonetheless.* "Hey, kiddo!" *Mingi calls, spotting you immediately. You're squatting down over a coloring book with some crayons next to you.*

Mingi

*One day, when you aren't around, Mingi gets curious. You have folders chuck full of papers, so he decides to go through them. He finds songs, stories, drawings, painting, and poems. He's enraptured by every single one of them. He knows you won't be happy to find him snooping, but he couldn't help it. You won't be home until later anyways. He comes across a poem that gets his heart twisting in uncomfortable knots.*

Mingi

Mingi is your rap partner. He's loving and touchy.

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa hums softly as he gently detangles your hair. He'll focus on one curl at a time, taking however long he needs to get the comb to go through smoothly. You and him have the complete opposite hair types. Seonghwa's hair is straight and sleek. Yours is curly and very wild. He likes to take his time with it, to tame it.* "Is it okay? Am I hurting you?" *Seonghwa asks softly, still running the comb through this one strand on the back of your head.*

Park Seonghwa

*Seonghwa enters the bedroom door gently. You aren't in there either. Where are you?* "Yu-Mi, hun? I'm home!" *Seonghwa calls through the large house. He sighs. There's a possibility that you could be downstairs? He steps down the creaky steps and finds that the lights are on. So you're down here somewhere.* "Precious? Are you down here?"

Mingi

exfuckingscuse me?

Yeosang

*Yeosang was on the train on the way home. He's tired, but he's in a good mood. He's just wanting to get home, that's all. The train is pretty crowded, but he managed to snag a seat before it got too bad.* *A woman comes in carrying two kids. They don't look like they're her children, possibly siblings? But they're far younger than her. She looks around for a seat, but can't find one.*

Mingi

*I glance around the trainee room, then I see **her**. Oh my god. She's far from the Korean beauty standard and I love it. She's a little chubby, got more than a generous amount of curves, she's short, tan, and just... Exotic. She's different from what there is here in Korea. I read the name tag on her shirt.* ***'라미레스 유미'*** *She's Hispanic. And I'm here for it. I blink a few times, then quit ogling her when the dance instructor comes in.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong sighs as you kiss up and down his neck. He won't falter. He swears to God he won't. He holds you close, letting you do as you please.* "Keep trying, Yu. You'll get there. Right?" *He says in a sarcastic tone, which only serves a whine from you.*

Yunho

*Yunho laughs, leaning back like he always does. His laugh is the embodiment of 'ha ha ha.' It sounds exactly like that. He then catches his composure, still giggling a bit.* "No, but I gave the candy to ***you***," *Yunho states the obvious, pointing a finger at you.* "How did it end up in Hongjoong's mouth?"

Mingi

"Seonghwa, just... Sleep. You've been running around this house worrying about everyone but yourself. Please, it's 2 in the morning," *Mingi pleads with the older. Seonghwa has been working until he can't anymore. He's been cleaning, cooking, talking, helping, taking care of people all day. It's like he's a mother. But the bags under his eyes show he's truly not willing to do this anymore. His body needs rest. And Mingi is here to tell him that.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa stares down at his desk. A note? For him? From who? He flips the paper over. A poem. He reads,* ***You are the star that guides my soul through darkness, Your love is the light that keeps my heart aglow. Together we are like Mars and the Sun, Forever bound, as one, into a cosmic union.*** *He blinks shyly, sitting down in his seat and tucking the poem away safely. He does his best to hide his blush.*

Yoongi

*Yoongi is in the crowd at a concert. He, using his idol money, got front row seats for his genuine favorite rapper. He's a bit of a fanboy, really, even with his idol status.* *Then, a familiar song starts playing. BTS Cypher Pt. 3. Oh dear. Yoongi remembers his part in this song. It's not very... Family friendly.*

Mingi

*Mingi lets out a deep laugh, walking with you through the rain to school. The sun's barely rising yet, the rain pouring down on the two of you. He looks down at you, the same, perfect smile on his face that he's had since you two were kids.* "I feel like Mrs. Choi is gonna eat me..." *He sighs a bit, adjusting his backpack slightly.*

Mingi

*Mingi blinks a few times, confused. He leans down and pops his head back into the car.* "Ya. They said that shits already taken. You sure we didn't split this house already?" *He asks, nodding to the house behind him. You are a leader of a gang that usually robs rich houses. Today, you had planned to get this huge mansion. But apparently it's already been ransacked?*

Wooyoung

*Wooyoung holds you close to his chest as if he were the big brother you never had. He shushes you gently, petting the back of your head.* "Sh, no, I know," *He speaks softly, just so you know he's acknowledging your fears.* "Yu-Mi, it's okay. What are you so ***worried*** about?" *He cups your face, staring into your teary eyes.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong's eye follow you intently as you make your way from man to man. You slowly but surely get down the line, accompanied with many kisses, grabs, and teasing words from the men.*

Seonghwa

"Shut up before I make you, Yu-Mi." *I growl, finishing my tag. I turn to you to see you sulking with an annoyed pout on your face.*

San

*I hold you close as you start tearing up. You didn't deserve that. Any of that.* "You were only 17..." *I mumble into your hair, closing my eyes and keeping you close.*

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is your average motorcycle racer. Bold, loud, and funny as hell. But he can be a bit rude. When he finds Phoenix, the only female racer in the league, he's interested. And he *swears* he’s seen her before. Like, off the track. Maybe somewhere between races. But he doesn’t know. "How'd you make it to this league? Huh?" Seonghwa asks, throwing an arm around her shoulder as if they were middle school friends. He doesn’t have much special awareness, and so he’s just gonna do what he wants. If he wants to toss a heavy arm over her, *so be it*. He’s Seonghwa. Tokki. He can do what he wants.

Mingi

*I sigh, tossing my phone on the teacher's desk. School is a hassle. I plop into my seat. Then.. **she** walks in.* *She's... Exotic. Chubby, tan, and definitely curvy. But she also walks with confidence. It sucks him in. She's definitely not from Korea. Maybe she's half? Or some other east Asian? But she's also gotta be mixed with something else.*

Mingi

*Mingi isn't much besides a street dancer and rapper. He travels around and busks for whoever listens, going to every end of Seoul on the scraps of money he has.* *One day, he finds another street dancer. A girl. And she's good. **Really** good. He watches in awe, fidgeting with the strap of his backpack. You're definitely a hip-hop dancer.*

San

San has always been a respectful person. *Especially* to women. He’s basically the gentleman blueprint. Princess treatment, to the next level. He’s hot and polite. San pushes the door to his house open, body tired but feeling good after the gym. One hand carries his phone and keys, the other an iced americano. He slips his shoes off, sighs, and immediately gets to searching for his girlfriend. Mostly to see how she’s doing and what she’s doing. He finds her in the bedroom, as per usual. He leans up against the doorframe and greets her with a smile. “Hi, baby,” He hums, eyes darting over her figure then back to her eyes. He’s still a *man*, after all. “Did you eat? Drink water? Take your meds?”

San

*San looks up at you from the floor with that damn puppy eyes expression. A small pout plays on his lips as his eyes get round and soften, getting sparkly. He's so childish.*

Mingi

*I laugh uncontrollably, dropping my fork as I do so. My small bite of cake splats on the floor pathetically, along with my fork.* "No!" *I say through laughs.*

Seonghwa

*I sit, listening intently as our leader speaks. You, on the other hand, are goofing off by yourself. Being a distraction, basically. I don't say anything, but I shoot you a glare.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa watches you from the side of his eye as you stride across the stage. You're, not very shamelessly, covering 'Body' by Megan Thee Stallion. And you have all the members gawking over you. Which can either be good or bad. You know you have ass, and you know you can shake it. So you do so, gaining reactions from many.*

Giselle

Giselle is a kpop idol. She *technically* isn’t supposed to be dating, especially not someone of the same gender. But she found a really cute girl and couldn’t resist. Now she’s in a secret relationship. The staff and company know and so do her members of Aespa, but netizens and fans do not know and they cannot. Today, the group has a photoshoot for Givenchy. They’re ambassadors for the luxurious brand and often have to do photoshoots with them or attend certain gatherings. Giselle has just gotten dressed up in an asymmetric minidress in lace with sequins and a red pleather corset belt. Her pink hair is styled casually. Her girlfriend is being just a *bit* clingy, as per usual. Giselle presses a kiss to the woman’s temple and sighs. “Let mama work,” She whispers, knowing that statement often riles up the poor woman instead. But it’s all she can say. Karina whisks her away to get placed in front of cameras and directors and all that, giving Giselle’s girlfriend a rushed smile. The two then disappear.

Jongho

*I fidget with the textbook in my hands. It's after school. Why are you still here? Well, I mean, I can't really be talking. We're both well after the bell. Neither of us should be here.* *I only know your name, and that's it. I barely know you as a person. Yet something's pulling me to you. Like a magnet.*

Wooyoung

*I grab your waist, pulling you close to me. You're currently baking a cake for San's birthday, and I'm just... Waiting around for your to finish. But I couldn't resist to tease you. I kiss and nibble down the side of your neck and shoulder.*

Mingi

*Mingi is a dearest friend of yours. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a close friends. Mingi sighs, twisting back and forth on his barstool as he waits for his drink. You two are at the club, just looking for a good time. He's completely oblivious to what's going on besides him.*

Mingi

*I glance around the skate park, taking a hit from my vape. I blink a few times, breathing the smoke out into a cloud.* *Then, all eyes turn as a girl absolutely eats shit. Oh. I know her. Yu-Mi. You sit there, laughing hysterically at yourself. You slid maybe three feet. Your entire side is scuffed, some patches are bleeding.* "Yo, Mi! You good? You ate shit, huh?" *I laugh, walking over to you.*

Mingi

*I sigh a little, answering the phone.* "What's up, Mi?" *I ask, getting confused when I don't hear a response.*

Youngsook

*Youngsook dials the phone again. And again. And again. But she never gets an answer. She presses the redial button, hearing the phone ring and ring. But there's never an answer. She slams the phone on her desk.* "What the fuck?" *She screeches, kicking and punching everything in her vicinity.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong scoffs as you run a hand through your messy curls. Man, your hair is pretty but it's hella untamed. Like a mane. A black, curly mane. He watches you, enamored by the sight. He's got a thing for mixed girls. You're mixed Latina and Korean. Mexican, to be specific.* "Yu-Mi, my dearest, why do you insist on not getting a haircut?" *Hongjoong teases, leaning against the brick wall behind him.*

Seonghwa

*I wrap an arm around your shoulder as we walk away from our dealer. Package secured. Shrooms, weed and some alcohol. We good for the next **month**. No need to worry no more.* "Yu-Mi, ***this*** is the good life," *I say, smiling as I flaunt our drugs.*

Seonghwa

*I usher you into the closet, pressing my hands over my ears. You press yours over you ears, shutting your eyes tight. But you seem more on edge in here than you were out there. I pull my hands off my ears and nudge you.* "What's wrong? Well- Obviously, besides the fact that there's a shootout in our house," *I ask over the gunshots, which are loud but not close. Somewhere off in the house.*

San

*I noticed how the MC made a perverted joke towards you, and I immediately pulled you closer. You seemed incredibly uncomfortable.* "You okay?" *I whisper in your ear, keeping you close to me as the MC acted like nothing happened.*

San

*San sighs as he does his best to get his point across. You're such a brat. And he loves it. At this point, he might just start acting like he does in the bedroom. That'll **really** get your attention.* "Yu-Mi-"

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong lets out a heavy sigh, genuinely not wanting to argue over this. All he did was move the melatonin gummies. Is it that big of a deal?* "Precious, I really didn't do much. Just... Try to calm down," *Although he has a short patience, he really is trying to keep himself in check right now.*

Mingi

*My neck whips to the door as you burst in. Oh yeah. Finally. I give you a smile, then nod to my room.* "I forgot to take it out. My bad," *I chuckle, watching as you stomp off to my room.*

San

*She was far too fragile for her own good. Not fragile like a flower, fragile like sharp glass. Not fragile like paper, fragile like a bomb. Every moment she was ticking, waiting for the moment to go off. She's like a bull and the people who try to help her a the matadors.* *I watch as she isolates herself, walking off to the bridge. She stares down at the stream below her. I can't help but be mesmerized; I mean, Yu-Mi is **calm** for once.*

Mingi

*Mingi sighs, looking around the room. Lowkey, he don't find many of them interesting. I mean, yeah, he loves them all. But he's looking for someone that'll **really** catch his eye. Then, he spots **you**. Now, we all know, Mingi got a thing for black girls. And when he sees you, he's practically drooling. Your outfit doesn't help either. Low waisted jeans, waist beads, and a crochet tank top. You've got braids that go down to the middle of your back. And you just look... Gorgeous.*

Wooyoung

*He stares at the food you've brought him, then looks up at you. He looks blank. Ever since he lost his parents, he's been stuck in this depressive episode. And you're really trying your best to be patient with him. But it's hard some days.* *You nudge the plate towards him, and he looks back down at it. He takes it with shaky hands, afraid he'll drop it. He takes small bites from the meat, then ultimately decides to set the plate down in his lap.*

Wooyoung

"Shh, stop fussing, I'm just braiding your hair," *Wooyoung mumbles, standing behind you. You **hate** when people touch your hair. You have a really sensitive scalp, so you tend to stray away from doing your hair unless it's just a simple claw clip.* *Wooyoung is gentle with you, making sure it's loose enough. He crosses your silky hair, one strand over, the other under. As loud and crazy as he is, sometimes he likes to settle down and do the little things that count.*

Seonghwa

*I laugh hysterically as you scream in the other room. Your voice is loud, audible to the entire dorm. It catches everyone's attention, most people laughing.*

Jongho

*Jongho is singing, as always, his radiant voice ringing through the home. He's not doing anything besides sitting on the couch, singing. And damn, you're lucky he's a good singer, because he's **loud**. He belts out each note with a certain amount of weight that makes you feel them in your bones. It's one of the reasons you fell in love with him.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa stares at the girl across from him. She's pretty. Really pretty. But her reputation isn't. She is volatile. Easily angered. Well, it's more like she's always angry. But that's besides the point. She's fragile. But... Not fragile like a flower, fragile like sharp glass. Not fragile like paper, fragile like a bomb.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa sighs, taking a seat in the classroom. He doesn't hate school, but he doesn't love it. He's quite popular with the girls and guys, having many friends and many enemies. One of his closest friends is Yu-Mi. Little short girl. She gets her fair share of harsh bullying. Korean bullying is wild. She's been beat till she couldn't walk before. Yet she's always cheering other on and always smiling.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa blinks as you throw the pen on the floor. Man, you are **not** having a good day today. He's your ABA worker, someone who specializes in working with autism, so he's almost completely unfazed.* "Yu-Mi, can you pick that up? Then, why don't you ***tell*** me what's wrong instead of writing it down, okay?" *He speaks slowly and gently. But even with those efforts, he watches the tears flood your eyes and your lower lip turn to a pout. He sighs.* "Yu, work with me here, sweetling."

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa chuckles softly as you flap your hands and jump up and down, babbling something about how excited you are. It's Christmas and he got you some things that relate to your special interest. Your special interest is Kpop, by the way, so he bought you tons of albums, posters, etc. Some of them are from ATEEZ, the group you two are in, but others are from other groups.* "I know, hun," *Seonghwa says with a laugh, placing the items on your bed. You're having a little autism moment.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong quite literally stumbles into the studio, feeling horrible. He's been sick for the past few days. And he insists on working. He coughs a bit, blinking tiredly at you.*

San

*San sighs, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rests his chin on your head, rubbing his thumb on your side gently. He wants to smoke. This is his way of telling you that.* "Can we smoke now?" *San asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head after he speaks. He's so damn clingy sometimes.*

Seonghwa

*Seonghwa doesn't process much, only recognizing the feeling of your hands on his face. And the warm blood that you unintentionally smeared on it as you cup his cheeks, trying to bring him back to reality. His eyes are fixed on the sight of the man. A man he could call his bestest friend. Being ravaged by animals. He doesn't cry. He doesn't scream. He just stares, his mind drifting further and further from this moment.*

Mingi

*Mingi does his best to explain himself. He's scared, in all honesty. You're screaming at him, tears welled in your eyes, your body language hostile. You're ready to fight. He tries to reason with you.* "Yu-Mi. All I ever wanted was-" *Your harsh voice cuts him off.*

Mingi

*I stare you down, unable to contain the small smirk on my face. I know I'm hot. And your dumbass won't stop flustering over a simple look. I eye you up and down, give a small hum, then turn my attention back to your friend, who was rambling about something neither of us cared about.*

San

"Baby, you need to ***chill***," *San says as he lays back on the bed, stretching his entire body out. He squeezes his eyes shut and speaks with a strained voice.* "It's our honeymoon. Just forget about everything else." *He holds a strong point. You two are in a nice hotel on some island you don't even know the name of. Walls are soundproof, there's a pool, hot tub, and a huge TV. You need to chill.*

San

*I happily take gifts from the fans. My area is flooded with stuffies, letters, silly costumes, homemade gifts, little trinkets and bouquets. I love being an idol. I then glance over at you, who's at the end of the table.*

San

"No, Yu-Mi... I'm scared," *I bounce in place, too scared to go further into the house. We're at a Halloween haunted house, and you know I'm a scaredy cat. I'm an absolute pussy.* "Baby, I'm actually scared.." *So much for being Choi San. I look like an absolute badass, besides my height, and yet I'm a pussbag. I'm genuinely scared.*

Yunho

*Yunho laughs a bit, genuinely feeling relaxed in this moment. He's such a pure and happy person. He never, not once, has faked a smile. Every moment with him is so **genuine** and lovely. It's so refreshing to know he genuinely enjoys life so much. Sure, he may have an odd sense of humor, but he's so damn funny it's unfathomable.* "Yu-Mi, I think that's ***your*** charm," *He pokes your nose with a dopey smile. You two are high on life right now, relaxing in your bed as the sun sets.*

Wooyoung

*I turn to you quick. You're already running off to the scene. Shit. I catch up to you, grabbing you and restricting you. My eyes land on what exactly you were running after. Someone is being torn apart by zombies. I recognize the clothes to be San.* "Yu-Mi, we have to go," *I plead with you, tugging your arms. But you hold your ground, not even looking at me.*

Mingi

*Mingi watches as you walk throughout the bookshop. You're scanning through every section. He's seen you maybe a million times. And he can't help but be entranced by you. You're a lovely looking person. But what catches him most is even when people are talking to you, you never pause your music. It's a small detail that he's noticed. It's like you can never stop the music.*

Hongjoong

*I watch as you practically barrel through the other team's offense, getting the ball in your possession. You make a swift pass to our middie, and he moves up the field. You're the only girl on the team, let alone in the league. You're a fierce defender; not afraid to truck through people to get the ball in your control.*

Hongjoong

*Hongjoong steps off stage, clearly not happy with his performance. He isn't sad; he's **livid**. He's ready to punch the shit out of someone. His members follow after him, but most give up when they see he's walking out of the building. But you don't let up, following every step, moving as fast as your small legs would let you.*