JohnTen during smtown ending (╥_╥)

gcholdtrops‌:

       it wasn’t the usual situation he found himself in but,  it was definitely more amusing than the assignment there was on his laptop screen,  alas why his attention was only fixated to the woman.   ‘   i suppose i got my hearing tested just now.   ’   a hand rose to then scratch along the back of his neck,  a chuckle soon bubbling from his throat upon her question,  already deciding to tease back in same demeanor.   ‘   aw,  here i thought i’d go home with a new phone   …   i suppose we’ll have to settle with the latter   ?   ’   which wasn’t anything he minded but,  he could never have asked for it directly so,  perhaps it was good that she did it herself;  otherwise nothing would’ve happened due to his natural shyness.   ‘   here.   ’   he turned around and scribbled his number onto a piece of paper,  ripping it off before handing it to her. 

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. USUALLY, Jungshin doesn’t like giving complete strangers her number but she’s always someone that likes to have a little fun. Often, that overcomes everything else. She watches with curious eyes as he scribbles his number and giggles once she’s handed the torn piece of paper. “Really?? What is this, the 90′s??” She jokes as she pulls out her phone from her back pocket and hands it to him, folds her arms on the table and leans forward towards him. “It’s cute that you wrote it down, but I think it’ll be cuter if you put your name and your number in my phone. I’m Jungshin, by the way.” 

thewcrehouse‌:

KISUN stares at her as she blatantly refuses to not switch with him. he thinks for one moment, albeit a little mean, about taking the glove from her anyway but suspects he might not hear the end of it. if she wanted to continue to show him how awful she was at this, who was he to stop her? he throws his hands up in surrender, laying the bat over his shoulder. “i haven’t even been able to swing the bat, you’re gonna have to throw a little harder if i want this to actually be worth my time.” he’s teasing her, all said with an obnoxious grin on his face. kisun jogs back to home plate and retrieves the ball. he lobs it up into the air in her direction. “it’s okay if you aren’t good at it, i just wanted to hang out but knew i needed to practice before my last game. we didn’t make finals this year or anything so before the offseason hits i’m going to have to give them a big game next weekend or i’m afraid all that talk about trading me will come up again.” he seems a little nervous, kisun had been what one could call a breakout rookie. there was a lot of promise and he could’ve had a killer career by now if he wasn’t shifting under the moon all the time. “plus, it’s getting darker. it’s dangerous out here. you’re better with the bat in your hands to protect yourself.” but he concedes that she’s going to pitch like her life depends on it. at least he was getting some entertainment out of it. “a serious question though, umm…has no one ever taught you how to throw a ball? because before we get out of here that’s definitely something i’m going to do.”

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. JUNGSHIN’S EYEBROWS FURROW in the middle of her forehead, which forms a crease that causes the bead of sweat to roll down the slope of her nose. She wipes it promptly with the back of her hand, not realizing how hard she has been trying to throw a proper pitch to the point that she’s sweating. With her hands clasped around the ball, Jungshin prepares to throw the ball but is stopped when Kisun begins to show signs of nervousness about his career. At first, Jungshin found it annoying how he keeps on teasing her despite her serious attempts but now---Jungshin wants to genuinely help him practice despite her lack of skill. “Kisun,” she calls out his name to break his monologue, “you’ll be okay. I know for a fact that you’re a good player. Not to call myself a psychic but I know you’ll hit it big, okay??” She tries to reassure him. “I believe in you.” The sentiment is real, Jungshin believes in him even if she absolutely sucks at letting her friends know that. She’s more used to the teasing, to nudging and being nudged back... like right now. “Kisun, I’m going to throw this ball at you face if you don’t stop talking and let me throw the ball already.” She stomps her feet on the ground, nose scrunching at not being able to throw a pitch because of his question. “No!! My dad’s a busy man, not every dad is a baseball dad!! So can I p l e a s e throw this pitch now?? I promise this one’s going to reach you.”

lol. replies tomorrow hopefully :^)

champagne on ice

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. JUST FOR JUNGSHIN he says, and Jungshin feels the plethora of butterflies making a ruckus in her stomach just from such simple words. And this is why Jungshin is head over heels, his words and actions combine to form the perfect guy in her head ( except, the guy in her head is the guy in front of her now ). She tightens the way their pinkies lace and smiles when he makes another promise. “Okay!!” She cheers, mood visibly lifted. “I’ll look forward to that.” She lets their hands fall down, yet their pinkies still intertwined. Any chance to get near him will be a chance taken by the girl. “Is your next class soon?? I can walk you to it!!” 

“Hey now, don’t look that sad.“ Maybe that pat on her was not that consoling enough as Youngho would have hopped for. The way she rocked her self forward almost had the male cracking a chuckle but of course, he knew better not to show it. “Yes, I would come.“ The basketball player did not think much when he linked their fingers together. “Pinky swear it just for Jungshin.“ Now the boy showed his grin. “And… if I could not make it, not that I wish it, we can go for ice-cream. It will be my treat.“ Here comes another consolation (something to appease forthcoming pouts), “Even if I can make it, let’s go for that.“

rcvus‌:

“Oh- You did?“ Youngho was rather surprised that the other already channelled his possible appearance to her teammates though that definitely depend on the captain’s call to really cancel the practise for the day. “Well, the cap said that he might cancel the practise so I might come for your practise… but…“ He grinned. “If the message did not get the boys, I might stopped by, yeah?“ He wished he could promise her but he really had to wait for Seojun’s call. He gently patted her head. “My bad.”

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. DISAPPOINTMENT WASHES OVER HER, and Jungshin has never been good at hiding her feelings. She’s almost sure she heard ( read: overheard, possibly eavesdropped ) that the basketball practice was cancelled for the day hence her confidence in telling her team that Youngho will be coming. She lets out a huff, shifting her weight from the soles of her feet to her toes. Despite the butterflies in her stomach from how he pats her head, Jungshin can’t remove the pout from her cherry red lips. “Okay.” She murmurs, sulking. “But you promise you’ll come if it gets cancelled??” Wide eyes look up at him with a hopeful glint. She juts out her pinky finger slightly, enough for him to notice. “Pinky swear it.” 

happy birthday to our always cheerful jaemin ♡ #happyjaeminday

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. REFUSAL SITS ADAMANT on her expression even as he walks over to take the glove away from her grasp. Jungshin, as competitive as ever, despises not being good at something and it’s only today when she learns that she’s absolutely horrible at baseball. Sure, she’s athletic in the sense of being a cheerleader among other things but she refuses to believe and to accept that she can’t throw one successful pitch. “No.” She shakes her head, holding the glove to her chest as if afraid he might snatch it away. “One more!! Let’s try one more... or two... and if I still don’t get the ball to you, that’s when I’ll treat you dinner.” She steps backwards on her plate, a palm held out for him to hand the ball to her. “Go, move back!! I’ll throw it this time properly!!” 

open to; anyone connection; just someone who is bad at baseball

KISUN held the bat over his left shoulder and gave a disappointed shake of his head followed by a laugh as the ball rolled to his feet. “further than you got it last time at least. but uh, was not expecting you to be this terrible.” he pulls the bat down, slamming it into the dirt at his feet and squats to scoop up the ball. “maybe we should switch, i can try pitching for a while.” even though he didn’t actually pitch on his team. he was a hitter, that was his thing. but he didn’t want to make them feel too bad. some people were athletically gifted, others couldn’t get a ball past his head. he was the one stupid enough to think an amateur could actually help him train. but he felt that familiar itch in the back of his head. he only had a few hours before another shift took hold and who knows how long it’ll last him this time. it was better he make some attempt however terrible than none at all. sidling up to them he holds out the bat in their direction, his other hand beckoning at the glove. “if you’re bad at this i call it a wash and you owe me dinner.”

gcholdtrops‌:

       pair of eyes is squinting in the woman’s direction for a short moment, finding words all too foolish and nearly impossible to believe,  which just caused him to straighten his stance as hands pushed into front pockets of own jeans.   ‘   i still find that hard to believe,  especially since your pants are vibrating and i ain’t a millionaire.   ’   kijoon always find it funny how people put their phones on silent but,  the vibration was still as loud as any melody.

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. SHE CAN’T HELP the laughter that reverberates through her chest at his persistence and pointing out of the vibration of her phone. Usually, upon telling anyone a blatant lie --- they’ll immediately leave her alone or think her odd which she doesn’t mind at all as long as she gets left alone. However, he amuses her. “You got me there.” She says, half-sarcastic but only means it to tease. “You want my phone or my number?? I can only give you the latter, unfortunately. Can’t help you either with the not being a millionaire situation.”

open to: anyone !!  plot: highschool!au where jungshin has an awfully huge crush on your muse and girlie isn’t one bit shy about it!

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. WHITE SNEAKERS squeak against the floor as Jungshin abashedly asks them her question. Her already short skirt pulled up to a length she’ll get in trouble for and her backpack hiked up on her shoulders as she speaks with a hopeful grin. “You’re coming to cheer practice later, right??” There’s a flush in her cheeks while teeth sink to chew onto her bottom lip. “It’ll be really great if you can watch --- I already told my friends you’ll becoming so ...”

gcholdtrops‌:

       a just as flustered expression was on his features,  clearly not having expected a suddenly flashing light to be directed at him and yet,  he couldn’t help but snort in amusement to woman’s feigning of innocence.   ‘   so you’re claiming you’re a young adult with no phone,  in today's technological world   ?   ’

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. THERE SHE GOES, a slight smile is offered as she nods to answer his question. Her phone vibrates slightly in the back pocket of her jeans as her friend sends her a text message. “Yep,” Jungshin punctuates her claim with a pop of her lips. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I don’t have a phone. Wanna buy me one or something??” 

open to: anyone ! muse: gu jungshin

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. A FLUSTERED REACTION, expertly feigned with the raise of her brows and the characteristic widening of her eyes. Eyelashes blink slowly, head tilting to the side as she slides her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. “I don’t know what you’re talking about --- I don’t have a phone.”

jaemin ❤️ @Sky Festival ‘18

CHAIN !

i mean okay but i really want a poly ship between the star athlete, the brainiac, and the mysterious art kid who all grew up together and fell into different social groups in high school, but end going to the same college and up in a room together at a party and remember what it’s like to be a golden trio except they’re older and there’s ~ tension ~ and no one has to know what we do between the three of us.

renjun is too tiny to wrap his arms around them