he looks like ken but who would say no

Water Off A Ducks Back

Mandy sat at the table beside her grandmother with a piece of slate and chalk, doing her best to draw something that seemed to be a little beyond her young skills, judging from the frustrated grunts that interrupted Claire’s own pursuits.
Finally, concentration thoroughly broken, Claire sighed and put down the book she had been pouring over looking for information on a particular genus of mushroom she had discovered growing by the river which she had not seen before.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Mandy looked up at her grandmother, her brow creased in a rather severe frown.

“I can’t draw my friend!”
She huffed and slapped the nub of chalk down in disgust. Claire smiled and turned the slate to face her. Mandy had managed, with no small degree of skill for a five year old, to outline a face, possibly male, with a large nose and a lot of what Claire had to believe was hair.

“Oh I think that’s very good indeed! Who is it?”

“My friend Duv, but it’s not good. His hair is all wrong.”

The little girl pouted and slumped back against the chair in exasperation.

“Well let me try,”
Claire offered, picking up the chalk and looking at Mandy for instruction.
“What sort of hair does he have?”

“It’s black and long. Like this …”

Mandy pulled her hair into a fist at the nape of her neck holding it back from her face and watched patiently as her grandmother tried to emulate it on the slate.

“He looks a bit like Grandda too, but shorter.”

Claire gave her granddaughter a look of surprise and Mandy patted her hand.

“He won’t come to tea and eat all the cakes like Grandda, don’t worry.”

“Is he as old as Grandda?”

Mandy looked blankly at Claire

“I don’t know Grannie, Mama says it’s rude to ask.”

“Oh. Yes, I suppose that is rather true.”

Images of strange clansmen lurking in the woods flooded Claire’s imagination and she ignored a slight sense of panic that rose in her chest. Mandy peered at Claire’s attempt at the drawing and sighed.

“He sometimes sits with me in the garden but sometimes he comes and sits by my window… Your drawing isn’t very good Grandma.”

Claire felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up but smiled at Mandy encouragingly.
The door flew open and Jamie and Roger staggered in under the weight of several large blocks of firewood.

Jamie smiled and bowed, dropping the wood beside the fireplace and unwrapping the scarf from around his neck.

He crossed to the table and kissed Claire’s cheek as she rose to get the men some tea. Roger swept Mandy up and dangled her by her ankles, making her shriek with delight.

“Hello wee selkie!”
He beamed, righting her and letting her wrap her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a monkey.

“Daddy, your hair is all wet!”
She informed him, patting at the droplets clinging to his crown.

“Aye, it’s a dismal day. Luckily we have lots of wood and lots of tea.”

Claire put a cup down in front of him at the table before handing the other to Jamie.

“What’s amiss Sassenach?”
He asked, looking at her with concern written across his features, which she knew must be a mirror of her own face. Claire smiled brightly at Mandy and Roger before tugging Jamie towards the kitchen.

“Mandy asked me to draw her ‘friend’. She says there is a man who sits with her in the garden and sometimes sits by her window.”

She whispered and Jamie’s brows knitted together in a frown.

“Weel I daresay it is a pretend friend. Ye ken how Jem had one too when he was a wean?”

Claire nodded and felt foolish for bringing it up but something about it just niggled at her.

“I know but… she said he looks like you and his name is Duv. It’s not the sort of imaginary friend I would expect.“

Jamie nodded to himself
“And ye think we may have a clansman prowling the woods?”

Claire shrugged and shook her head
“I don’t know Jamie, I doubt it but …”

Jamie pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. It was to be expected that Claire would be concerned; too much had happened over the years, too many predators near their family for her not to fret over the merest possibility of danger.

“I dinna think that a man could get sae close to the house wi’out the dogs letting us ken about it, and I dinna think ye or Bree leave Mandy on her own long enough for a stranger to sit wi’ her, but let’s have a chat wi’ the lass and see, aye?”

He smiled warmly at Claire and she tiptoed to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you, I know I’m being foolish but so many things have happened …”

“Aye, I ken. Come, we’ll see what she says.”

Jamie made his way back to the table where Mandy was happily perched on her father’s lap combing his hair out, lips pursed in concentration to avoid pulling on the tangles.

“Grannie says ye were doing a drawing a leannan.”
Jamie smiled, sitting opposite Roger and his granddaughter.

Mandy nodded but didn’t take her eyes from her task.

“Ye were drawing a friend who visits ye?”
Jamie kept his voice level but his eyes met with Roger’s over the top of Mandy’s head and held him steady as alarm momentarily flashed across his face.

“Yes Grandda.”
Mandy mumbled and Roger pulled gently back to look down at his daughter.

“Who’s this then sweetie? Ye havena told me or Mama about a friend.”

Mandy shook her head
“No Daddy,”
She smiled and twisted to look at her Grandfather

“But you know him, Grandda.”

“Do I?”
Jamie leant forward and peered at the drawing, it was a face but beyond that he hadn’t a clue.

“It’s not verra definitive Sassenach.”

Claire rolled her eyes and looked at the slate dispassionately
“No, Mandy already informed me of that.”

Jamie grinned at her and turned back to Mandy.
“What did ye say your friend’s name was?”

Mandy creased her brow and looked at her grandfather uncertainly.

“Do ye mean ‘Dubh’?”
Jamie asked, pronouncing the Gaelic word for black with a natural inflection that Mandy couldn’t manage on her own.

Mandy shrieked, clapping her hands delightedly and as if it jogged her memory she stared at her grandfather and gasped

“Brian Duv!”

Jamie’s mouth dropped open and he crossed himself discreetly as Claire drew a sharp breath causing Mandy to look at her in concern.

“What’s wrong Grannie?”

“Nothing sweetheart, I just … I wonder if maybe you might have heard Grandda talk about Brian before?”

Mandy thought for a moment and then shook her head

“No but he talks about Grandda … and Great Aunt Jenny,”
Mandy reached out and patted Jamie’s knee
“He thinks you look like a lion with that blasted beard.”

Jamie smiled weakly at her and nodded.
“Aye, he’s likely right.”

Claire reached out and took Jamie’s hand in hers. Most families would dismiss such things as the active imagination of a child but the Fraser/Mackenzie clan were not exactly normal in their dealings with other worldly powers and she could see the hairs on Jamie’s arm standing up.

Roger had not said anything but now he lifted Mandy off of his lap and smiled at her
“Do ye have any other friends, like Brian?”

“No, but I tried to be friends with a raccoon until Grannie shooed him away.”
Mandy said, shooting Claire an accusatory look.

Roger kissed her head and laughed
“I think ye have enough wee beasts to look after, but next time ye see Brian ye can tell him that Grandda and Jenny are well and that they send their love. Can ye remember that?”

“Yes Daddy.”
Mandy nodded happily and Roger stood up

He looked at Jamie who was still a little pale
“Is that alright, mo charaid?”

“Aye, thank ye man. I … ah …”

Claire squeezed her husband’s hand and smiled at Roger

“It can’t do any harm.”

Jamie nodded in agreement but sensing that they may need a minute Roger turned to Mandy

“I need to use the privy and dinna want to be going back and forth in the rain, do ye need to go?”

Mandy thought about it and then nodded, whether she needed to go or not it was an excuse to go outside and splash in puddles.

“Right, get ye boots.”
Mandy dashed out of the room to retrieve her shoes and Jamie let out the breath he’d been holding.

“Do ye really think…?”

Claire puffed out her cheeks and let out a slow release of breath.
“I have no idea. I think it is more likely she has overheard us mention your father but who knows?”

Roger nodded thoughtfully
“Aye, I ken Mandy has a connection wi’ Jem, can sense him if he is far away and the like, which may have something to do wi’ the stones but this is…different.”

“Are you alright?”
Claire asked Jamie and he ducked his head in acknowledgement.

“I’m fine Sassenach, a wee bit startled is all. At least we ken it’s no’ a prowler.”

Mandy came back into the room with her shoes on and took Roger’s hand towing him towards the door.

“Je suis prest, Daddy. See you in a minute Mac Duv and Sorcha!”

She trilled happily, oblivious to the start that gave both her grandparents.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them Jamie stood and brought the whiskey bottle from the shelf above the fireplace. He took down one glass and raised his eyebrows at Claire in question.

“A little early perhaps but under the circumstances…”

Claire laughed and Jamie grinned ruefully
“Aye weel it’s no’ every day I find out my granddaughter may be a seer and my father’s ghost may be following me around criticising my facial hair!”

Claire laughed and accepted the dram, clinking her glass gently against Jamie’s.

“Do ye believe it Sassenach?”

Claire spread her hands wide and looked at the silver wedding band on her finger, placed by a man she had met two hundred years out of her own time and then she had left to bear his child in safety only to cross time and space again to be reunited twenty years later… Would she have believed it if she had not lived it?

“I believe that more is possible than I ever knew and more perhaps than I can ever hope to know. If your father is with you still in some small way, then I think it should be a comfort.”

Jamie nodded and looked into his drink,
“It gives me a comfort to think it possible Sassenach. That if I had to leave ye all, I might still watch and be near ye.”

Claire smiled and stood up, smoothing away the furrows in his brow with her thumb.

“All the same, don’t you dare go anywhere just yet Jamie Fraser.”

“I dinna intend to lass.”
He smiled back at her and cocked his head to listen; he could hear Roger shouting to Mandy to get away from puddles and then her excited laughter as he chased her toward the door.

“Turas math dhuibh, athair.”
Jamie smiled and raised his glass before draining it and setting the glass on the table, throwing the door open to snatch his giggling granddaughter up into his arms.

Claire raised her own glass to the father-in-law she had never met, offering a silent prayer, and then plucked Mandy out of Jamie’s arms.

“You’re soaked! Come on, we’ll get you changed before your mother gets home.”

Taking Mandy by the hand and leading her to her bedroom, leaving the men to stoke the fire.

Revelations of spirits and ghosts were apparently like water off a ducks back to her family and by the time Bree and Jem returned with a clutch of rabbits for the evening stew, everything had returned to normal, or at least as normal as it ever was.

anonymous asked:

How would VIXX react if you asked to do couples yoga with them?

Hakyeon would agree because he’s rather flexible so the prospect of couple yoga wouldn’t scare him one bit. Actually, you might end up regretting to do it because he’d be like “I can do a split, so can you~”

Ken would also yes just because Ken is a hands-on kind of person that likes to try new things so if you want to do some weird looking couple poses with him, then who is he to say no to the person he loves? (also, Ken likes touching you so it’s a win-win).

Leo would take one look at the poses that require like holding you up on his feet or something and he’d be like “……….can’t we do something more simple like couple…..cooking class…..” 

Hongbin would say no, even though he probably has the body strength to do it, he’d say no because he cannot risk his hands shaking and him dropping you. He can’t risk it ever leaving a bruise on you, even if it was incidental. 

Ravi would be up for it just because he’d want to show off his strength in the kind of, “Yeah I could probably lift you like that…” kinda way. Except he’d probably start regretting agreeing to it when the couple stretching comes in. Ouch.

Hyuk would look at the poses and just laugh. You’d be waiting for an answer but all you’d see is him laughing and going like “We’d look so ugly if we tried to do this, let’s just go for a run together instead.” 

A Life Unseen- Chapter 7

I couldn’t stop writing, so this one is slightly longer than the last. 

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 can be found linked to their respective numbers.

    Everyone was gathered around the dinner table prepared to tuck into the feast Mrs. Crook had prepared when Jamie stood from is place at the head of the table. My stomach had lodged itself in my throat, anxiously awaiting the declaration he had spoken of in the fields. Jamie glanced over each of the family members present while raising his whiskey glass, “I dinna mean to keep us from our supper too long, but I canna eat until this has been said.” The piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, nothing could have broken my returning gaze. “I mean to take a wife in the coming months.”
    Before another word could be spoken, Jenny excitedly squealed and embraced her brother. “Who have ye decided on then?” I could see her smirk and eyebrow quirk up, challenging in a playful manner.
    “Oh the lass kens I intend to wed her, she just hasna given me an answer.” What I assumed was supposed to be a wink, but looked more like a wide eyed owl blinking came from Jamie, making a nod at our earlier conversation. Doesn’t the fool know he just needs to formally ask and I would say yes? “I’ll be giving her some time to think my proposal over, but I dinna foresee her saying no.” Cocky bastard, of course he already believes he knows my answer— however, he isn’t wrong.
    Sitting back down, Jamie was the first to take a bite of the food. Ian and Jenny sat with dumbstruck and incredulous looks at his blasé demeanor, the only one who seemed smug was Murtagh. The gruff man had a hint of a smile beneath his unruly beard and stole sly glances between Jamie and myself.
    Dinner continued on in awkward contemplative silence. No one daring to speak after Jamie’s declaration. I wanted to sneak off to my room or slip into a corner where no one would notice, but Jenny had other plans. After the meal was finished she slipped her arm around my own and pulled me off to the kitchen. “Did my brother ask ye to marry him?”
    My eyes widened at her blunt question— never skirting around the issue, Frasers.
    “Not in so many words he didn’t. He said he would ask, but he wasn’t asking at the time.”
    “Why that wee gomeral—I ken he was up to something! Did ye answer him?”
    “No, I haven’t. Technically he never asked a question, so no answer was needed. I’m sure he will.”
    “Ach, he better! Ye would be better suited as my good sister than anyone else in the Hielands.”
    Placing my and on her arm I smiled and thanked her. That was one of the first times she had shown any form of kinship towards me and I was not about to let it go. “Why do you think he made his ‘declaration’ instead of just asking me?”
    “Weel, if I had to guess, that was his idea of askin’ ye, the clot hied never did do things the easy way.”
    Both of us laughing in agreement, I finally felt accepted by Jenny. My heart swelled with the realization, I finally had a person to call a friend.
    “We best get to the family room and see what those men we love are up to, aye?”
    “Alright then.” Walking in companionable silence, arms still linked together, we made our way to where we thought the men might be. As we approached the door way the muffled sounds of Jamie and Ian’s voices could be heard; Jenny placed her other hand on my arm to stop me from advancing.
    “—you are sure ye ken what ye are doing? Does she realize what marrying you would mean?”
    “I’m no sure if she does or not Ian, but I canna let her go. I dinna ken how ye react to thinking or looking at my sister,” Jamie started and amended his statement, “I’d rather not ken the full extent of it, but do ye feel as though yer life finally has direction when ye see her? Just thinking of Claire and my heart swells with pride and desire, seein’ her walk about the grounds, as though she were born to be here, I canna explain quite how I feel.”
    “Aye, ken what ye are talking about. I feel the same when it comes to Jenny; however, I’m not the Laird, nor do I have a price on my head! What does your Claire think of that?”
    “I dinna ken. I havena asked her what she thinks of the price on my head; as for being Laird…”
    “Why have you no asked her? Christ, Jamie, ye go and make a bold speech about wanting to take a wife, staring straight into her as though ye were going to drill a hole through her skull, and ye dinna even ken what she thinks of the price on yer head? Why would she—“
   I had heard enough and slammed the doors open.
   “I don’t care about the price on his head!” I said with as much steel in my voice as I could. Stopping at Jamie’s side I looked at Ian, “You have no right to think he has done anything that would diminish my thoughts or feelings towards him. You should know better than I how he did not commit the act he is wanted for! The risk of danger that goes along with being a part of Jamie’s life is more than worth it— do you know what my life was like before I came here? Have you even the slightest idea the danger I was constantly in until this man saved me, showed me what happiness and love truly felt like?”
    The only thing that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and the panting of the dogs laying by Murtagh’s feet. The slack expression on Ian’s face while I was berating him slowly hardened into a smirk and joy dancing like the fire in his eyes. “Lass, do ye mean to say by all this, that ye already accepted Jamie’s proposal?”
    I took a step towards Ian, challenging him, “What if I have? What does it mean to you? From what I heard it seemed as though you were trying to discourage Jamie from the entire notion of marrying me.”
    “Och, no, ye have me mistaken lass. I wanted to make sure ye understood the dangers of coming with marrying a Fraser. I ken it well that once a Fraser has their heels dug in and mind set, there’s no budging them. It’s ye that I have pause for concern about. Tell me, are ye prepared to watch yer husband be hanged? Or have to flee his lands because the Red Coats are near? Would you abandon him or go with him?” Shaking his head he continued, “Wouldna it be easier if ye just said no, and left not giving him a second thought—keeping yourself safe?”
    “No. It would not be easier to leave. Being here as taught me the value of surrounding oneself with love and loved ones, for the first time since my parents and uncle died I feel as though I could have that sort of comfort again. Jamie is the one who has shown it to me time and time again, even when I don’t think he meant to do so. I am the most selfish person because I’m not only thinking of him when I say this, but myself; I cannot and will not leave him! He is the reason I stay here, you can try all you want to convince me otherwise or that being with him is not the right thing to do, but I won’t hear it.” Walking back over to Jamie I grabbed his hand and squeezed with all the strength I could, causing him to squeeze back. “If I were to leave him, it would rip my heart out. The day the Red Coats come and try to take him, I’ll run with him, if they try to hang him, I’ll be there to get him down and out of that rope before he can be killed. I’ve seen men die, violently. I have watched what war, carnage, destruction and hate does to people, I will not go back to that life and I will not watch hate take away the first good thing in my life.”
    My chest was heaving by the time I finished even though my voice was down to barely a whisper when speaking of the war. A smile stretched across Ian’s face as he stood clapping his hands together. “Perfect! Jamie, I think ye’ve found someone who can even beat yer stubbornness! Come ‘ere, lass.” Ian deftly pulled me into a warm hug, “Welcome to the family.”
    “That’s enough from you.” Jamie joked as he pulled me back into his arms. “She’s my bride, and ye are hogging her.”
    Grinning I looked up at Jamie to see the same smile looking back down at me. A grunting, that sounded almost like a growl came from Murtagh, “Let’s give the lad some privacy, aye?” With a pat on his leg and a short whistle the dogs followed Murtagh out of the room. Jenny held onto Ian’s arm with tears running down her face while she smiled at the two of us, she mouthed “later” to me and I nodded. Knowing she had something to say about the matter of the night. Soon it was only Jamie and I standing by the fire, gripping each other as though our lives depended on the flesh to flesh contact.
    “Did ye mean what ye said?”
    I simply nodded. “All you had to do was ask and I would have said yes out in the field. This is where I belong; I don’t just mean Lallybroch,with you is where I belong. Scotland or the colonies, Lallybroch estate or a cave, it doesn’t matter as long as we are together.” The tender kiss Jamie left on my forehead turned my insides into mush and I melted into his embrace.
    “Thank-you, Sassenach. Truly. Ye have no idea how happy I am that you’ve said yes to me.”
    “It’s I that should be thanking you. You’ve shown me what it’s like to feel love, Jamie, and that is something I can never repay.”
    “Aye, ye can. Love me back, that’s all I’ll ask, love me back and ye’ll be showing me what I’ve shown you.”
    Jamie settled us on the rug by the fire, myself sitting across his lap with my head on his shoulder and his head leaning against mine, his left hand absentmindedly stroking my thigh.
    “Will ye do me the honor of marrying me?” Lifting my head up I reverently kissed his lips, gently touching his jaw while holding his head in place. “Yes Jamie, I will.”
    Kissing me with such urgency, I gave in to all of him. My heart felt whole, my head was spinning out of control, and I couldn’t find it in me to want it any other way.
    For a time we sat in silence, stealing a kiss or a touch here and there, just marveling in the emotions surging around us. The dream of the children came back to me as I stared at the fire.
    “Jamie, have you ever thought of our future?”
    “Oh, aye, Sassenach, many times. Thoughts of what I could have with ye have kept me sane these past six months. How else do ye think I havena done something sooner?”
    Giggling at his apparent distress of wanting for those six months I had to ask, “What kinds of things did you think about? Were they just of getting me to where we are now or…?”
    “The kinds of things ye say? Weel I did imagine asking ye to marry me and your response, though I dinna quite expect the display from this evening.” My cheeks flamed in embarrassment, I would have to apologize to Ian first chance I had. “I’ve often thought of what it would be like living here, as laird and lady; no price on my hied to worry about, just quarter days and the harvest to stress over. With that I imagined filling these halls with our children.”
    My head perked up and I looked into his fathomless ocean blue eyes, “Children? You’ve thought about children.. with me?”
    “Aye, I have… was that to brass of me? Do ye no want children, Claire? If that’s the cas—“ Silencing him with a kiss, the three small children danced before my closed eyelids, causing the tears to fall again.
    “How many?”
    “As many as ye’ll bless me with, mo nighean donn.” Smiling I kissed him again. I could see it all, the children, running the house, being with Jamie… This is where I was meant to be. I may be from the twentieth century, but my heart and soul belongs in the eighteenth.

Part 8

N: N would question you about the sender immediately so he could know if someone was trying to wiggle their way into his territory. Once told that they’re just a gift from your brother, he’d straighten up and tell you he knew that along just to save his own ass. “Who are these from? Your other lover? Whoever he is he has bad taste because the thorns are still on them.”

Leo: Leo’s reaction to the roses would be expression only. It would be clear on his face that he’s confused as to why you were gifted with roses that obviously weren’t paid for by him. His expressions would say “Why do you have roses?” Or “I didn’t buy these?” Or “Your friends don’t like you that much” and eventually say “Well are you going to say something?”

Ken: Ken would have a confused look on his face, but he wouldn’t jump to conclusions. He’d be rational and think there’s a good reason why you have beautiful roses that didn’t come from him. He’d ask for you to explain though. “Where did these roses come from? Just wondering. They’re pretty.”

Ravi: Ravi would jump to conclusions because why wouldn’t he? He has to know if you’re cheating or if someone is trying to push up on his woman. He’d actually ask you if you’re being disloyal, but then regret immediately after it slips is lips. “Are you stepping out on me?! Who are these roses from? I didn’t even know you liked roses!”

HongBin: HongBin would stare at the roses as if they were an extra terrestrial. He’d probably pick up the roses to analyze them by turning the vase in his hands as if they would be able to tell him who or where they came from. “I’m trying to figure out if I need to burn these are not? No, really where’d they come from?”

Hyuk: Hyuk would question your ears off with absurd nonsense. If he’s going to accuse you of having a second lover, even though he knows you don’t, he’ll at least have fun with it. He would really just want to get a reaction out of you. “Did you buy these for yourself? That would make sense if you did considering I didn’t buy them. And if you didn’t and I didn’t then they must be from a different dimension because you’re with me and nobody else.”

Thanks for asking!
-Admin Cheezy ^_^

[TRANS] 140112 VIXX @ Bundang Fansign: What are you scared of?

Ravi: Something I’m scared of… it’s different for each person so Hongbin-goon (to Ken) what are you scared of?

Fans: (laughing) Hongbin-goon….

Ravi: Oh, I was just looking at the mic and thought it was Hongbin. Ken hyung, what are you scared of in the entire world?

Ken: Me? Oh, I’m scared of spiders.

Ravi: So you’re just like Ron Weasley form Harry Potter.

Ken: Oh! That’s just really… scary…

Ravi: No, Ron Weasley is a character! Ron Weasley is the character who is afraid of spiders.

Ken: Oh, I’m like him? (nods head) I thought you were saying that was the spider’s name in Harry Potter. (giggles)

Ravi: Then that would be scarier!

Ken: (laughing) I thought (Ron Weasley) was the spider he was talking about.

Ravi: So you’re scared of spiders the most? Anything else? Like ghosts?

Ken: I’m not scared of ghosts but I’m scared of the dark. I’m scared of the dark.

Ravi: Oh the dark… like at night…

Ken: Yes, the dark. Like if I was in the bathroom and you turned off the lights…

Ravi: Ooh, I should do that more often. Ah, thank you for the nice tip. Now Hongbin-goon, are you scared of anything? I feel like you’re not scared of anything.

Hongbin: I had a scary moment that happened. The moment when I dropped Park Hyoshin sunbaenim’s phone on the ground. It was the first time in my life that I felt a cold sweat.

Ravi: Oh, that was a very… Park… ah.. yes… (awkwardly concluded Hongbin’s scary moment)

Hongbin: (lowers his head and laughs to himself)


(x x)

I can just imagine vixx in elementary school like n would be the leader and sometimes violent but is loved anyways Ken would be that huge dork that’s irresistible Ravi who looks like a delinquent but is warm and fuzzy on the inside Leo who is the loner of the group but N always includes him Hongbin being the heart throb of the place but secretly plans everyone’s demise And Hyuk who acts tough but looks more cute so he helps Hongbin plan their doom …What am I saying, that’s the same vixx

N: N doesn’t have to time to deal with desperate idiots. He would just roll his eyes and act like he didn’t even see your ex’s lame attempt at getting your attention. He would simply pull you away from your ex and try not to let this situation damper his Halloween spirit. “He’s stupid, but he has guts. Now let’s get back the party, shall we?”

Leo: Leo won’t do anything rash or really nothing at all. Like N, he would find your ex’s attempt to get your attention idiotic, so he wouldn’t waste his energy by saying or doing anything about it. “Just stop looking his way and maybe he’ll walk away. *whispers in your ear* And the costume looks better on you by the way.”

Ken: Ken would think it’s really funny and pathetic at the same time. Like who actually goes out their way to do that knowing that it would cause trouble. Ken would simply laugh and makes jokes when the two of you are out of earshot of your ex. “The nerve of him. Isn’t stealing other people’s costume a fashion don’t?“ 

Ravi: Ravi would be amazed by the fact that your ex had the audacity to actually wear the same costume as you. Instead of causing a big scene, Ravi would take this an opportunity to rub salt in your ex’s wounds by being extra touchy. You would figure out what he was up to, but hey…would you really mind? “I need you to stand closer to me. Closer…closer…Ah, wait…*does some rearranging*…okay, there we go." 

HongBin: HongBin is going to side-eye and judge your ex so hard. He would also get very irritated by your ex, but he would be determined not to let him completely get underneath his skin. You would have to be the one to keep HongBin moving along the trick-or-treat route. “Babe! He has on your costume! How are you not flipping out just as much as I am?!”

Hyuk: Hyuk would be the one to throw shade at your ex-boyfriend over his choice of costume. He would do this indirectly, but his would be really loud even though there’s a bunch of trick-or-treaters on the route. Hyuk wouldn’t stop unless you asked him too or your ex-boyfriend took the hint and walked away. “That awkward moment when you see your ex-boyfriend wearing the same costume as you. That’s childish move…well we are trick-or-treating.”

Happy Halloween!
-Admin Cheezy ^_^

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