Idk if you are srill doing the kpop number submission thing but. 3, 5, & 9
I am, actually! And thank you for sending these numbers in :) (I’m just gonna answer this for IOI since that’s, well, the group this blog is for mainly)
3. My favourite MV Definitely Whatta Man. This one is actually the MV that made me a fan of IOI and I like to come back once in a while just to watch it. Whatta Man also screams ‘power girls’ to me and I definitely like that. :)
5. My least favourite member This is a very hard question, because there isn’t really a member that I like less than the other members, but in terms of “I should certainly incorporate her more in my quotes Vera jesus” than it’s definitely both Chaeyeon and Yeonjung. Don’t get me wrong, I love them both so much but I just occasionally forget to add them into the quotes for some godforsaken reason. I am trying to change that, though, cause I really hate that I don’t have them on my blog as much as I want to.
9. One sentence to sum up this group Ow this one is hard. I think that the sentence “Actual angel beagles that deserved so much more time together as a group than that they were given.” is an accurate representation of IOI
Pairing: Ten/Rose Genre: Alternate Universe Rating: Teen. Adult later! Summary:
A series of mysterious parcels continue to be incorrectly delivered
to Rose’s new flat - it turns out they belong to her next door
neighbour, a constantly absent, much-gossiped-about Detective Inspector.
Rose soon befriends the D.I, but their growing attraction to each other
is continually interrupted by his work and more.
A/N: I know that pepper spray/mace is illegal in the U.K. and carrying/using it would have legal repercussions, but for the purposes of this story, please pretend otherwise. Thanks!
Thank you so much to anniviech, gallifreyslostson and lostinfic for their input on this chapter. It was invaluable and I needed all the help I could get. I mean I thought the emergency number for the UK was 1-1-9. I am hopeless.
“Sorry about running off the other day,” Rose said into her mobile, curled up on her sofa in her oldest pair of sweatpants and a vest top that had holes in the hem around the back. She tried thinking of an excuse, but couldn’t come up with one. Mickey had probably recognized the D.I. and put two and two together anyway. The last thing she wanted was to talk about it, though, so she left the apology unaccompanied by explanation.
“That’s okay,” said Martha, while in the background Mickey could be heard saying ‘no it’s not’ followed by an exaggerated 'ow’, probably from the slap to the arm his girlfriend had likely given him. “Ignore him. He’s just cross Arsenal are losing. Are you alright, Rose?”
“Just tired,” Rose replied, wishing Martha weren’t quite so observant. “Feeling a bit crampy.”
“Ah. Well, if you need a prescription for strong painkillers, you know who to ask.”
“Really?” asked Rose. In the muffled background, Mickey’s voice distantly echoed, 'what, really?’