─ common room

/ taken aback by yewons off putting behavior, causing lisa’s smile to drop immediately, cocking her head to the side in confusion
what the f-
/ her less than rated pg words thankfully interjected by yunjin. she doesn’t bother letting it go any further , instead choosing to subtly pout at the lack of chicken
Boo! Hate that. They need to hurry
/she has the words leave her lips , her savior comes in the form of yujin. the holy scent of deep fried carbs and calories wafts through the room, blessing her nostrils
hallelujah.
hello cutie! and fried chicken, my beloved.
/ she waves from her spot where she stood, arm draped loosely around yunjins shoulders

//comes in carrying three boxes of fried chicken in her hands, smiling from ear to ear//
The goodies are here~
Sorry, there was bad traffic on my way back here. I hope I didn't come too late.

yunjin clapped her hands together with a grin before watching yewon going back to her room, rolling her eyes before plastering a smile on her face. not wanting to bring down the mood with her *thoughts* about the other trainee, she slid closer to lisa and wrapped an arm around her waist. "no chicken yet! we need to wait for the others."

Not getting the answer she wanted or, better, any answer at all was more than enough to bore Yewon, but the final drop was almost being run over by someone as she simply stood in the hallway. The girl stepped aside to give the other space to pass through, eyes following her every movement for a split second before decided she'd had enough.
After muttering under her breath something along the lines of 'I'm not paid enough for this' Yewon dragged herself back to her room, shutting the door closed and putting her headphones on to hopefully shut off all the noise, sitting back down at her desk as she brought her knees to her chest and resumed her game, now on her computer.

I'M HERE , I'M HERE
she practically yells , hands full with a plate of freshly made popcorn balls that almost slips away from her as she comes to an abrupt stop as to not run into yewon in the door way
hi yewonnie, excuse me
she slips past the female to sit the treats on the counter. she places her hands on her hips proudly at her creation.
it took three tries but we made it on time. oh- Yunjin you look so cute and warm.
and she did, in contrast to lisa's two piece pj set; a cropped sweater and matching shorts that had jack skellington's face all over.
alright lets, dig in, I have been fantasizing about that chicken since we mentioned it. mama needs the chicken.

Yewon had been in her room, lying down in her bed as she played away on her phone for the majority of the day. There had been some commotion outside, but only when it had started to bother her did she find the energy to throw her legs over the edge of the bed, pushing herself up and heading towards the common room. The trainee shuffled along, slippers practically dragging on the floor as she took two begrudging steps before leaning on the hallway door, phone in hand as her attention now rested on the short coffee table.
"What's going on?"

@✵ shim jaeyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ myoui mina⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ kim jiwon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ kim hongjoong⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jeong yunho⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ choi yewon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ choi yeonjun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ ahn yujin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @◈ lalisa manoban Lɪsᴀ⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ yunjin stretched up her arms as she finished placing all of the face masks and fuzzy headbands on the coffee table, patiently waiting for everybody to arrive. she had decided on a ghostface onesie she had found in the mall to wear - it was a comfy choice for their horror movie sleepover - and her orange hair was loose and down her back. she laid a few choices of the first movie out, less scary movies that they could choose from to ease into the rest of the night. "alright, i thought maybe we could eat first before doing the face masks since these movies are easier to watch - nothing too gory yet!"

[] this thread was started in the trainee text chat - it's a horror movie sleepover night! i'm tagging everybody to get attention to it BUT we don't have to keep tagging.

@✵ jay park⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ It was a long day of talking, answering questions, and making sure every trainee made it to their rehearsals and classes. Sana was exhausted but that was putting in lightly. There's nothing to complain about it though, she enjoyed being busy and just entertaining the endless inquiries from numerous trainees took up a lot of her time. The armchair she was currently curled up on was her only sense of solace right now.

She sighed softly while mindlessly scrolling through her phone when she felt someone's presence near her, glancing over at the male before looking back at her device not paying him any mind. He was probably looking for a place to unwind after his classes. After a few beats, she looked at him one more time and realized who it was. "Jay? No way- is that you?"

Sana chuckled and straightened up a bit when he recognized her, tucking her phone away. "What do you mean what am I doing here? I manage the trainees here at DSF but that might change soon. I assume you're a trainee by the looks of it."

@♊︎ 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."

[in the box - https://i.imgur.com/q686wXt.png]

@♊︎ 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.

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@✵ 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 -

@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ [wooy: vomits aezsxrdcf]

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.