exomeme | part two hundred and fifteen

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how is football real. what a sport

lmfao i love him

omg germany pls

lmao why? idgi

is that rio unf

i can't work under these conditions!!

bc he missed that chance reaaaaal good. the goal was wide open

ah ye that was higuain

animation: disney - suho is ursula

teammate bonus?

Joonmyun brushed ran his fingers over the scales under his hip as he continued crooning. One of the spectators in the crowd pointed and whispered to his friend. Joonmyun felt fear rush through him and rushed rushed the last chorus before quickly bowing.

He beat his fins and waved his arms as fast as he could. He didn't look back behind him but he could hear the mad whip of fins and rush of bubbles caused by his pursuers. Suddenly an arm reached out and the nails dug into the gossamar tissue at the edge of his fin. The pain was excruciating and he couldn't slip away.

He found himself being hurdled ruthlessly into a nearby boulder.

"What are you doing with Jongdae's voice?!" the older one yelled. "Where is he?"

The two had fire in their eyes.

"Minseok, right? and that makes you Yixing?" Joonmyun smirked. Their confusion only fed into their anger and the choke hold on his neck went tighter.

"Who are you?" Yixing asked at the same time as Minseok repeated again "Where. Is. Jongdae?"

"He's in a better place." Joonmyun said ominously.
He tried to maintain his air of dispassionate apathy because he'd rather die at the hands of this Minseok that admit that he did it all because he loved a merman who could see nothing but his prince/.

germans are so fucking hot

222w lol idk

jongin doesn’t tear his gaze away from the mirror when he asks, “hyung, can you please leave and give me a minute?”

so this is what heartbreak feels like. chanyeol had never experienced it before, but the disappointment sits heavy in the pit of his stomach.

“hey,” baekhyun eyes him when he enters the kitchen, a half-eaten apple in his hand. he takes another bite, chewing loudly. “what’s up with you?”

“i just confessed to jongin,” chanyeol says, slumping into a seat. he whines pathetically, burying his head into his arms.

“ah,” baekhyun says, knowingly. he almost looks sympathetic. “what did he say?”

“nothing!” chanyeol yells, throwing his arms up in frustration. “he said, ‘jongin, hyung has a confession, i really like you’ and...”

baekhyun raises an eyebrow, urging him on. “and?”

chanyeol makes a face. “he answered, ‘hyung, isn’t my body pretty?’ well, yeah, why do you think i want to bang you?”

at this, baekhyun spits out his apple (it hits chanyeol’s cheek) and doubles over, laughing. “wait-” he manages to gasp out, holding a hand up. “wait. you confessed while the kid was in front of a mirror? how dumb are you?”

“i know, okay! god damn it. he told me to come back later.”

of course chanyeol had fallen in love with someone who’s in love with himself.

chanyeol glances at yixing between finger warm ups. they've been working on their own arrangements together as of late; both with the most knowledge on string instruments and musical production. chanyeol takes more than a glance, staring at yixing and indulging himself with the way he strums, fingers slender and beautiful picking at the strings as if it were chanyeol's heart. each strum releasing a sad, melancholic sound.

they finish up their work and yixing gives chanyeol an oblivious smile. he claps chanyeol on the back and rushes out the room to a waiting lu han.

chanyeol would never admit it. how can you admit to wanting someone who doesn't want you?

ot4, 241w

Chanyeol is getting ready join Jongdae and Minseok on the couch for the final world cup match when Yixing suddenly screams, "Free kick!!!!"

Chanyeol looks at him with confusion, the match hasn't even started. Has it? Chanyeol looks at the tv screen to be sure but it is still at German's national anthem and he has to bite down a smile when he sees the camera panning over Muller.

"What are you talking about?" Minseok asks.

"The mods just posted the free kick!”

“Wait are you serious?” Jongdae curses. “I don’t have enough eyes and hands to draw and watch the match at the same time!”

“Yes, they’re posting the prompts reply threads now,” Yixing turns his phone so that the rest can look at his screen.

“I bet they’re doing this on purpose,” Chanyeol says as he plops down on his chair, itching to reach for his own tablet on the coffee table but the commentator mentions Muller’s name and Chanyeol knows that the real world cup is more appealing right now. He can save his own ass another time, the 50% more points is appealing but he can hit the maximum forty points with his normal art anyways.

Minseok sighs, sipping his coffee, “I’m too distracted to write right now. Besides, Messi is on the screen and he needs my support more than I need myself.”

“I bet the mods think they are so fabulous right now,” Jongdae huffs.

ft sekai

“No, it’s ok. I am sure I will be fine on my own.”

Jongin attempts a smile. The last thing he needs right now is for Sehun to pity him. Sehun stares at him, as if waiting for Jongin to go back on his words and tell him that no, he will not be fine on his own, goddamnit. It is true. He needs someone. He needs Sehun. But Jongin is avoiding eye contact and Sehun decides that his friend would be alright after all.

Jongin lets out a sigh as soon as Sehun leaves the room. He regrets asking Sehun out for a cup of coffee this evening. He just needs someone to listen to the stuff he has on his mind. Stuff about performing, about exhaustion, about missing his family. But Sehun does not have time for him. No, Sehun is too busy taking care of Tao instead. He is having fun learning a new language, going out shopping with Tao, socializing, and just - having fun in general.

But, Jongin cannot hate Tao. He has no one to blame but himself for loving someone who will always choose someone else before him. It is his bad luck that that someone happens to be a fellow bandmate - and a good guy. What kind of person would hate someone just for being loved?

Jongin wraps a scarf around his neck and steps out into the cold winter air. Too bad for Jongin he is not fortunate enough to receive that same love.

klose oppar ;;

Jongdae doesn’t like Zhang Yixing.

Okay, he likes Yixing. He’s the kind of kid who will pull your wig back while you’re puking in a frat basement, regardless of whether or not he knows you, and doesn’t ask questions about why you’re wearing a wig in the first place and insists on finding your friends so they can take you home.

(“Why don’t you take me home?” Jongdae had slurred that night, months ago.

“It’ll be better if your friends know where you are,” Yixing reasons before pushing Jongdae into Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s waiting arms.

“I’m okay, I swear!” Yixing hears Jongdae protest as he walks off to find Lu Han and Minseok and he laughs quietly besides himself.)

But like like? Of course he doesn’t. He barely knows Yixing really.

“I don’t understand why you’re explaining yourself to me.” Chanyeol rolls his eyes as pulls some napkins out of the dispenser. The dining hall always buys the cheap shit that doesn’t actually wipe up anything. “I asked you if you wanted to go out tonight, not about your boner for Yixing.”

“I do not have a boner for Yixing! I’m just going to study for philosophy with him.” Jongdae pouts.

“I know. You already told me that. That’s why you were telling about how you don’t…” Chanyeol puts the rest of his sentence in air quotes. “…like like him.” Chanyeol chuckles as Jongdae starts wailing, “Are you mocking me?”

“Seriously? Like like? Are you in fourth grade?” Chanyeol reaches over to the salt on the table.

“Fuck you, man.”

“I’m just saying, the lady doth protest too much.”

The problem with liking Zhang Yixing is this:

Jongdae and Yixing are studying in one of the private study rooms. They don’t have it for too long—the maximum amount of time you can book a single room for a day is two hours and despite using both their allotted hours, Jongdae’s going to need more than four hours to attempt to relearn everything he either slept or Facebooked through.

“Okay, so summarize Camus’s point in, like…” Jongdae purses his lips. “…three sentences.”

Yixing, of course, gives him far more than three sentences, prattling on about Sisyphus and living life passionately as opposed to having any transcendent meaning. Jongdae doesn’t really pay attention to what he’s saying though, instead focusing on the rise and fall of his voice, the way Yixing waves his hands when he can’t find the word he needs, the red of his lips…

Jongdae knew he shouldn’t have studied with Yixing.

The door opens, effectively cutting Yixing off right as he is about to compare Camus’s view of absurdity with Nagel’s.

“Hey, Jongdae,” Minseok waves quickly before sliding into the chair next to Yixing, shifting his chair in a bit too close to Yixing. Yixing smiles at Minseok, hand brushing lightly over his forearm.

“I invited Minseok to help since he’s in the other section,” Yixing explains. “I hope you don’t mind. Minseok’s really good at this stuff; he got the highest score on the last test.”

“I don’t think that qualifies me as really good.” Minseok grins.

“Shush, I got closer to the—”

Jongdae nods stiffly, tuning them out, fiddling with his pencil instead as he flips through his notes. Something inside him feels like it’s threatening to spill over out of his mouth and his ears as he hears the way Yixing laughs at something dumb Minseok says and suddenly gets so cheerful and touchy and…

Of course Jongdae doesn’t like Zhang Yixing, though, so it’s not like it really bothers him. Not at all.

Really.

lmao german flops

omg tearssss offside anyway thank god

not like arg's flop

it was offside anyway

IS THE REF SRS

:)

(team multiplier?)

“So…what do we do?”

They’re in Chanyeol’s bedroom in the in the middle of the night, Chanyeol being the only one of them whose parents are liberal enough to allow them to have a slumber party in their home. Minseok is folded into the ratty armchair in one corner of the room, lying on top of Chanyeol’s pile of clean laundry. Jongdae is sitting on the head-side of Chanyeol’s bed, ignoring how Chanyeol cried about his pillow, ticking enthusiastically at his cellphone. Chanyeol is buried in his closet, trying to find the extra sleeping bag he promised he kept for Minseok. Yixing is already asleep in the middle of the floor, snoring peacefully near suspicious red stain in the carpet.

“What do other guys do at slumber parties?” Jongdae replies to Minseok’s question, never looking up from his phone.

Minseok thinks for a moment, then frowns. “Other guys don’t have slumber parties. I don’t think?”

“They do, I swear!” Chanyeol’s voice is muffled from where he’s stuck in the closet. “They just don’t call it that. This is ‘hanging out’. But at night.”

“Okay, then how do we hang out ‘at night’,” Minseok uses air quotes to show how silly he thinks the phrase is. Not that anyone’s paying attention to him.

Chanyeol backs out of the closet, trying to pull out a rolled-up sleeping bag with him. After a few tugs, it pops free from the closet and from his grip, landing on sleeping Yixing’s head. He groans, turns over onto his side, and falls back to sleep immediately. “Umm, I guess what other slumber parties do?”

“You mean ‘night hang out,” Jongdae corrects, sounding amused.

“Right, that.”

Minseok looks around at what Chanyeol’s provided for them, nothing but a few bags of snacks and poorly dubbed English action movies. “Then, movies? Karaoke? Pillow fights?” he suggests, not having actually been to a slumber party before.

After he gets the idea out, a pillow flies across the room and smacks him in the face. Minseok pulls it away and glares at grinning Jongdae’s face, his phone suddenly gone. “You’re gonna pay for that one.”

“Wait, not my good pillow!” Chanyeol tries to interrupt, but Minseok runs across the room with Chanyeol’s pillow, only to trip over sleeping Yixing and drop the pillow onto the bed. “Hey, cut it out!”

Jongdae grabs the pillow and throws it at Chanyeol next, but he catches it and runs for Jongdae. Jongdae tries to escape, but same as Minseok, trips over Yixing and adds to the heap. Chanyeol, not sure what to do with his friends already laid out, drops on top of the pile as well.

“Get off!”

“Ugh, you oaf!”

Yixing groans once, then fall back asleep.

The crowd is still roaring in the stadium, loud enough that the sound travels through the hallways of the building and echoes into their dressing room. Minseok slumps against the back of the couch, soaking in the sight of Jongdae and Chanyeol pressing their ears to the door as if that would help them making out distinct words. Saranghaja, he expects. We are one. Words so familiar that they escape from his lips more from muscle memory rather than due to any conscious thought, words so grossly cheesy and sincere that they make his heart swell up in his chest.

Half of the other members are dawdling in the hallway, talking to staff and coordi-noonas or taking celebratory selcas. Joonmyun is probably off talking to a manager about where they should pick up food and arguing over who should pay for it. Aside from Minseok, Jongdae, and Chanyeol, only Yixing had decided to linger in the dressing room, catching his breath.

Even with just a third of the members, he doesn't feel lonely.

Good show, Minseok wants to say to someone, to anyone, to all of them. They'd sung more songs live this time, and it had been thrilling even though he knew his voice had cracked on more songs than he'd like. The adrenaline is still pumping through his system, the flush still on his cheeks. Sweat is oozing out of every pore on his body, and he'd run out of tissues an hour or so ago as they ran around on stage like they were kings of the world.

His voice catches in his throat though, worn ragged from all the screaming. Instead, his mouth hangs open and he takes another heavy breath.

It's because he's tilting his head back against the couch, staring up at the tiles of the ceiling, that he doesn't see who plops down beside him. Short hair prickles against the skin of his neck as someone rests their head on his shoulders, a sticky, sweaty hand covering his own in his lap.

"You hear them, hyung?" Jongdae asks. His voice sounds worse than Minseok thinks his own does, but then again, one of them had an almost screaming rock solo while the other had just swiveled his hips for the nth time.

Chanyeol's laugh echoes from the other side of the room. "How could he not, Chenchen? Hyung's not so old he's lost his hearing yet." There's only the slightest hint of mockery in his voice, overpowered by the downright mirth instead, and Minseok lets it pass like he usually does.

Yixing finally gets up from his corner of the room and settles down on Minseok's other side. He's not as touchy as Jongdae -- his teasing is a different sort, verbal barbs that barely tickle, a bit more high-brow than whatever their dongsaengs tend to come up with when he bothers to try -- but he's still close enough that Minseok still feels the heat radiating from his body.

"Shh," Yixing says, almost as if trying to soothe them. Slow their hearts that are pounding away so strongly in their chests, it's almost painful. Like he thinks his superpower's real. "Shh."

But the others quiet, and Minseok basks in the silence of the room, in the echoes of the cheers, in the company he keeps.

part two hundred and fifteen

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