[ ❄ ]  — Taking a sip of his iced macchiato, Xero folded his hands on top of the cafe’s table, slipping in just along the corner of the booth he was in. Every time the bell rang placed on the door rang, signaling a new costumer, he would turn his head, expecting the person he was bound to meet.  “Ah,” he growled underneath his breath, constantly checking his wristwatch. “They’re late.”

random song starter sentences [ ! ]
↳ ❝I know I let you down.❞

  Xero knew and he knew it well, being around Soojung could only result in something that would hurt the both of them, but being turned down after so many days of planning wasn’t forgivable in his dictionary. With an impatient tap of his foot, arms folded, his lower lip was slightly jutted out, eyes rolling back. It wasn’t like he gave up a couple of hour of sleep just to see her— not at all. 

  “Well, whatever,” he was perverse in his way, choosing not to hear whatever Soojung had to say. “Not like ‘sif I waited for two hours in the cafe, waiting for you.” 

random song starter sentences [ ! ]
↳  ❝I don’t deserve it.❞

(` just earlier, he carelessly romped around the vicinity of the area, his phone tucked away in his jean’s backpocket; for all Xero knew,  he still had his cellphone with him, which leads up to the current situation ) Ah.. Sunbae, (` he rubbed the nape of his neck, sheepishly chuckling ) Take it, really, (` hovering a palm on top of Jooyeon’s hands, curling her hands into a ball of fist ) I appreciate that you found my phone— but I think you do deserve this. Really, please take it. 

 And as a reward, he showed his gratitude by at least giving something back in return, a courteous gesture he was taught since he was young.. Though, all Xero could give was a pre-ticket to their upcoming fanmeet.

khwoobin​

[ ❄ ]  — After binge-watching a few dramas, Xero has landed himself at the very end of his list: The Heirs. He found it ridiculous, kids like those don’t really exist in real life, and so does every stereotypical rich mom. Just around the show’s seventh episode,  Xero found himself at the edge of his seat; anticipating what’s to come next. 

[ sms—; sarang noona ] i’m telling you.

[ sms—; sarang noona ] choi youngdo’s a real ass.

[ sms—; sarang noona ] seriously, what the fuck do you mean i’m like him? this guy’s spoiled.

[ sms—; sarang noona ] the heir’s is so good.. kim jiwon noona’s so heavenly, ah.. i’m in love!

jjvker:

[ ❄ ]  — Slipping onto the backstage of SMTM4, Xero had his fists clenched. Not only did both of his co-members got eliminated during the first round, but just as well, rappers who had a lesser experience passed. This show was biased, and Xero knew it well. Fists clenched, he headed to where he knew his other members would be, face scrunched up sourly as he strides along the hallways. “Fuckin’.. biased,” Xero hitched underneath his breath, only to bump into someone, nudging him away from his train of thoughts.

  Bellowing, Xero felt blood rushing towards his whole body, “Watch it!”

namjhk​:

[ ❄ ]  — There were two things that irked Xero: someone who shares the same birth month as him– most particularly if they were of the same gender– and someone who’s more skillful than he is. Of course he held those negative traits and mentality, but when the two things he despises the most is both embodied into a certain guy named Nam Joohyuk, Xero would take an automatic disliking towards the male.

  Much to his disdain, all the main dancer could do was to snub Joohyuk. It was repulsing, and though the lack of a good first impression was baseless,  how could a such a guy exist naturally around him? 

  “You,” shortly, he called for the model’s attention, arms folded against his chest. “What’s your name?”

s-eclvsions​:

[ ❄ ]  — Fingers linked together, Xero felt relieved after a whole day of rigid training and recording. His throat felt dry, legs sore from having to stand and dance all day; not to mention, dark circles were once again noticeable around his already ebony orbs. He stretched his limbs, extended fully while his back was arched, his tense stature gradually relaxing upon reclining against the sofa he was sitting on. Sure was a long day for him. 

  Ring.

  With a buzz, he reached for his phone, eyes half-lidded as his thumb jumped along the screen— “Holy shit!” came the vulgar language echoing through Stardom’s building. 

[ sms from—; naeun ] guess who’s back?

hyelinus​

[ ❄ ]  — Due to his conflicting schedules, Xero decided to slip out for a moment, wandering along Seoul’s downtown area. Just like his daily life, it was bustling and animated; everyone had something to do. Shoving his hands down his pockets, he was clad with a grey coat, and shaded sunglasses to keep any attention away from him. He stood in front of a flight of stairs.. Where the heck was he.. “Ah– hey, excuse me,” he approached a shorter figure, maybe of a woman’s, “d’you know what this place is?”

jihyuzn​

[ ❄ ]  — “Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Topp Dogg’s Xero.” with confidence, Xero approached his seniors, dipping his upper body, gesturing a bow, paired with a half-smile towards Jihyun, the group’s leader.

ssongain​

[ ❄ ]  — Unconsciously biting his lip, Xero sports a coy smile as his thumbs webbed along the screen of his iPhone. Granted his sunbae/noona’s number, they have been texting nonstop ever since then. The older woman was quite amusing, a series of retorting texts lined across their message inbox. 

[ sms — ; 고양이 누나 ] lol

[ sms — ; 고양이 누나 ] it’s practice time now, shoot me  ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ

<!– Today @ 10:35 pm –!> 

[ sms — ; 고양이 누나 ]  no but forreal, shoot me.