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Camisado; Dasom x J-Hope
His dark eyes still wide and frantic, giving off an almost childish appearance, his gaze darted around the streets. His breath came in short pants and his hands shook before he focused on the figure in front of him, though his vision was blurred. âWh..wha-â He heard the girlâs voice and pieced together the words, though he couldnât understand the meaning of them at the time being.
The boy stared at her, shaking his head a few times and trying to clear his sight. All he could see were swirls of colors and shapes; he could barely make out her face. The words spoken to him more than a few moments before seemed to rearrange themselves in his mind finally and he stuttered out, âF-fineâŚIâm f..â his hands clenched into fists as his eyes finally cleared up, the wide obsidian orbs fixing on the girl he had run into.
"S..s-sorry," he forced out, one hand reaching up to fix his mask back over his face. His shaking had subsided though he was now rooted to the spot, the sound of the sirens still piercing through his brain though they were long gone. "A..are you o-okay?" He asked; he felt like he had bumped into her pretty hard.
She could not come to or even imply any conclusions that could explain the impacts of what the person in front of her was experiencing, which made her sympathetic and curious. She doubted that he was normally like this, judging from his sense of style and even the look on his face. The mask had piqued her interest as well - it hadn't appeared in front of her ever since the day she had temporarily left Bullworth.
The girl reached out with one hand and rested it on the other's shoulder, thinking that it might calm him down, steady him. Was he running away from someone? The police, maybe? It was a possibility that he was an infamous criminal on the loose, but the fact that he had checked if she was okay had ruled it out of her mind. If he truly was a convict, he was at least a caring one, and that was all that she cared about.
It was only when he asked when she could suddenly feel the sudden ache of her shoulder and arm that was bumped, but it soon resided. She nodded with a smile, but her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes filled with concern. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks...but are you sure you're okay? You don't look very well." Dasom looked down at the now spilled coffee cup lying on its side, wondering what she could do. It wouldn't be right to just leave him in this condition. "Uhm, can I get you a drink or something? Maybe to make you feel better?"
An ambulance whizzed past them, and she couldn't help but watch it drive off the distance. Although observing the scene was a bit too late, an idea popped up as her attention reverted back to the boy in front of her. Her mouth opened to ask, but she decided it best to save it until the time was appropriate.
On And On by Utada
Of Tangled Wires [Dasom&Gongchan]
"Oh, thatâs a little before our time, huh? Oops!" Playfully knocking at his head with a wink, the brunette realized they were both a little young to remember much about the ninetyâs besides the weird glimpses he got from movies and t.v. shows. Pausing for a second, he considered whether people were actually scared of him or just disliked him, the first one being slightly more of a boost to his fragile ego, so the leader went with that. "What, you couldnât tell by my overbearing presence and grim looks?"
A serious attempt at a frowning face of scary displeasure crossed his handsome features, only to be quickly dispelled by a fit of giggles, the young man incapable of taking it seriously and not wanting to frighten Dasom off. Drawing himself back, he scooted the plastic in the direction she had indicated. âTo the left? Okay, how about here?â Glancing at the shorter girl, he shook his head to the negative with a small, slightly lopsided smile. âNope, formalityâs never really been my thing. You could call me pretty much anything you want.â
For perhaps the first time, he noticed the fact that she had been utterly alone here. Now, Chanshik wasnât typically the oblivious sort, but a young, pretty and seemingly sweet girl like her should be with friends in pleasant free times like this, right? âHey, uh, do tell me if Iâm being forward here, but donât you have something fun to do besides help me? Donât get me wrong! Iâm very appreciative for the help!â
Turning to the wall with a shrug, the tall swimmer continued, âheh, Iâm not really one to speak, doing stuff like this on such a nice day rather than hanging out with friends like a normal guy.â Not that he wanted to be normal and lackadaisically laze about all the time, accomplishing nothing. âBig shocker that no oneâs interested in hanging out with a stick in the mud like me.â
She laughed, slightly surprised but also enjoying the leader's company. He was definitely not like what she had thought of him and heard from others - now she felt guilty for betraying her own clique and listening to the words of students in Bullworth. It was a stupid thing that she had pondered over and it made he want to slap herself mentally for being so credulous, especially because she had believed the facts from the last people who would praise anybody. This was a result of eavesdropping, and as much as it was somehow quite enjoyable and amusing at the time, she regretted the outcome and even some of the things that she would hear.
"Grim looks? I think you need to get yourself a new mirror." A light giggle escaped her lips, which grew slightly louder after witnessing the total transformation of Chanshik's face. There was a big difference, now she understood why her first impressions of him leaned more onto the negative side. Dasom closed shut one eye as she brought the picture into better focus, tucking a strand of hair that interfered with her sight. After a few seconds of analyzing its position and straightness, she nodded and gave a thumbs up. "It looks better....well, to me. You should probably take a look too. You're the expert, after all!" Nodding, she started to move closer so she wouldn't have to raise her voice to be heard, being a generally quiet person. "OK, will do! That goes for me as well - I don't mind."
Offering a smile, she watched in silence once more. The girl wondered if the other outsiders were as friendly as him; she hadn't really interacted with them very much, although some of them were admittedly very nice and relatable. But then again, he was their leader for a reason, and for once she was actually thankful.
"Huh? Oh..." Dasom's smile faltered faintly, her hands suddenly fidgeting with her ends of her hair, "not really. I guess I don't have much to do every day. Helping you out would probably be funner than my usual activity, to be quite frank." She tilted her head as she laughed, although she was filled with confusion and curiosity. "I guess we have something in common! But...do you want to be doing this? I mean, would you rather be hanging out with friends? I don't know about the duties of a leader but if you wanted me to take over with something, I could try. Just so you could have a break or something." The girl crossed her arms, "That is a big shocker. Who wouldn't want to hang out with you?" Grinning, she shook her head.
"When did you become a leader? The last time I came here there was no such thing." It was true, as a leader had defeated the purpose of their clique and reputation as being the 'leftovers'. Then again, maybe it was better to have one to connect them together. The Outsiders' differences to the rest of the schools shaped their similarities to one another.

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Iâm sure you have plenty of friends, youâre gorgeous and you seem fun. /smiles as he starts strumming his guitar/ 'Baby don't cry~ tonight~. Eodumi geochigo namyeon. Baby don't cry~ tonight~~ eobseotdeon iri doel geoya! Mulgeopumi doeneun geoseun nega aniya kkeutnae mollaya haetdeon~~ So baby donÂt cry~ cry~ nae sarangi neol jikil teni~.â
(/ blinks and shakes head, her cheeks burning slightly) If only that was the case. I'm glad you think I'm fun, though! (/ her smile fades as he starts to play, staring at him and feeling a wave of shivers run through her body. when he finishes, she starts to clap softly, her mouth open in amazement) Oh wow....Jonghyun ssi, you have an amazing voice! Everybody was right when they said you had a sweet voice...have you ever considered being a singer? (/ she clasps her hands together in front of her) And how did you know that was one of my favourite songs? I can play it on the piano, too. Maybe we should do a duet or something. (/ grins)Â
/chuckles and hums./ What should I sing for you my dear? /winks/ I already like you since youâre shorter than me.
You...you're going to sing? (/ her eyes light and her grin grows even wider) Sing me anything! I just want to listen to your voice. (/ laughs) If everybody liked people because of height, I'd have a lot more friends than I have right now.Â
Ah yes, that is apparently me. /chuckles and nods/ So young. Iâm 20. And really short for my age, I know. /pouts slightly/
Wow, really?? I'm curious, now. You've already made a name for yourself! (/ holds two thumbs up, grinning) You're not that short! You're taller than me, anyway. (/ smiles)

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Camisado; Dasom x J-Hope
A relaxed grin rested on J-Hopeâs face as he made his way around town with a can of soda in one hand. One hand in his pocket, sipping at his soda he observed the lively streets of the town. The weather was nice, not too warm with a fresh crispness that represented fall. It was nice to have a break away from that school. He hummed quietly as he waited to cross the street, checking his phone for messages.
Without looking up, the boy heard the screeching of tires right before the sudden, unmistakable sound of metal crashing against metal. Hoseok froze, his fingers clenching around his phone as his eyes widened. He didnât move as the crowd around him pushed past to get closer to the accident. He stayed still, even as ambulance sirens rang and the paramedics appeared. Finally tearing his gaze away from the ground, his eyes fixed on the scene ahead of him. He watched as a white sheet was thrown over the figure in the driverâs seat while a young child, no later than pre-teens was pulled unconscious from the passenger seat.
Something snapped in Hoseok, and he finally returned to life. The soda dropped from his hand, spraying across the cement. The boy didnât notice as he took in shuddering gasps, his hands clutching into fists. He began backing away, his movements shaky as his hands reached up to cover his ears, shaking his head wildly. He didnât want to hear the sirens. J-Hope turned to make a break for it, but promptly ran into a solid figure, almost causing him to collapse because of the shaking in his legs.
Her shift was finally over after what seemed like an eternity of brewing coffee and putting on fake smiles. The latter didn't tire her too much, considering that it was now a regular routine for her whole life, but making each beverage into perfection was not something that was easily done. Her legs hurt, but she was joyful that she could now relax and not worry about satisfying others. In addition, the free coffee that she was permitted to brew for herself wasn't something that she would complain about. She could use a pick-me-up.
As she stepped out, she looked to the right, wishing to stay in town a bit longer before having to return to the excuse of a school. There was a park nearby that was almost always isolated due to its hidden location, which was relaxing yet also very eerie. As long as she could escape from people and noise, she was happy.
Dasom walked slowly on the pavement, examining each store and wondering where the nearest dairy was, when her attention was interrupted by loud sirens that rang in her ears. A few more vehicles with equal volume zoomed past her, and she stopped to look at what was happening. The incident didn't seem to be too far ahead. Continuously sipping on her coffee, the girl fastened her pace to get closer to the scene.
However, her stride was interrupted by a force hitting her, a collision of another person, which consequently made her drop the almost empty coffee cup, falling onto the ground. Her concern, however, was not directed to the cup but to the boy in front of her, whose face was seriously pale and panicky. Instinctively, she reached out to grab his shoulder to steady him, but withdrew it quickly to apologise and bow. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay..?" Dasom stared at the other's face, her eyebrows furrowed in worry and concern. Although she didn't know him at all, he really looked like he wanted to pass out.
Cabaret // Hyorin & Dasom
"Itâs Hyorin,sweetie.Call me Hyorin."She said with a gentle smile."Nice to meet you,Kim DasomâŚNow,I marked you as a bit tardy,next time I will have to issue you a detention."Saying it nonchalantly,she looks at the other to make sure she goes up stairs,safely securing that the hall was clear.Impatiently,she glues her eyes on the girl until she opened her mouth to make another statement.
Hyorin,indeed,did not have the time for this.Almost saying it with an ensure tone,she lightly murmurs enough to be considered loud.âShoosh.âLifting her index finger to her red lips,she warns the girl to be quiet.âIâm going off to do some personal business.Iâm not skipping my duties as a dorm mother,but I consider it a slight break.âHyorin winks at the girl,tidying her coats and hair,she opens the door to revel the dark,night sky.
"Donât worry,Iâll see you in a bit,hun.",Hyorin glances from her left shoulder to look at the other with a small cat eye,waving with her red,claw like hands.Like a cat,she disappears into the hallow,grim night,slamming the door shut.It was particularly obvious it was her,from looking at the coat she was wearing and the sounding of heels pit pattering the cobble stones of the sidewalk.Hyorin,finally relieved,she looks up at her work place.
Signs of gold and bright colors can describe her destination.Hyorin itches her head to distract herself from being late again.Here we go,she thought silently.As she reached the restaurant filled with many wealthy guests,her boss spots her from a mile away.The old maid,huffed and puffed her way to Hyorin.The old hag of a boss was already busy complaining to Hyorin,just like every night.Hyorin rolls her eyes and coldly runs pass her to enter the restaurant,yet again.
The girl opened her mouth to speak, but after a few seconds of staring at the figure in front of her, she nodded and closed it. Personal business? A break was what everybody deserved, but she wondered what type of 'business' Hyorin was referring to, especially with the distinguishable outfit she had put on. To be frank, Dasom thought that it suited the lady in a way. Stylish.
Although surprised by her sudden departing, the dark haired girl bowed as she took her leave, but as Hyorin walked out of the door, she did not go back to her room. Instead, her eyes followed the figure outside until it disappeared within the looming darkness outside. Fortunately the school was not too poor or careless to not provide lights around the school, but it was obvious that the dim bulbs needed replacing, which almost made them equally as useless.
Without a reason or explanation, Dasom slung her bag over both shoulders and slowly opened the moderately heavy door, peeking out. Although her vision was limited and could not spot Hyorin, she could hear the faint tappings of what seemed like footsteps to the left. After looking both ways to avoid any roaming prefects who were waiting for their victims, she started to walk quickly in the same direction, her strides trying to match the continuous sounds of alternating steps. Once in a while, she could see the glimmering coat and swaying brown hair in front of her when lights were around, which reassured her that she wasn't lost or on the wrong track.Â
Finally, the footsteps abruptly came into a halt, which made her stop walking two steps too late. Hyorin didn't seem to notice, however, as her back faced Dasom the whole time before entering the building. It was only then when she looked up to observe her surroundings. Because of the darkness, she wasn't sure where she was, but it couldn't have been far. The only problem was getting back.
As her eyes flickered towards the dazzling neon lights on the front sign, Dasom tilted her head in confusion. It was a restaurant that she had never seen before - but then again, she never went to such luxurious restaurants like these. Maybe Hyorin was on a date, or she was a cook. Dorm mothers were supposed to be good cooks, right? Dasom didn't know, and she wondered whether she was going to regret her decision. But she had come so far, and she didn't exactly know the way back, either.Â
Without another choice, the girl took a deep breath and followed, entering the shining doors of the restaurant, hoping to find something worth her while.
How old are you? Either way we just met so I should be respectful. /nods/ I am, I really am. /chuckles/
I'm 16. How about you? (/ nods) I like you already! I've heard that there was a newcomer with a sweet voice. Would that be you, by any chance?Â
Do you think itâs not? Whatâs wrong with this place? So far, I love it. /chuckles./ Nice to meet you Dasom-ssi. /bows/
(/ raises and waves her hands in front of her in defense) Oh, I didn't mean that! I'm glad you're enjoying this place. (/ bows in return, looking up at the other in surprise.) Oh, no need to use formalities towards me. I think I'm younger? (/shrugs, smiling) That's always the case anyway.
{`his own eyebrows raise up curiously, though the girl couldnât see them, being as they were constantly covered up by a moptop of blond hair} Maybe Iâm just too wonderful for even a goldfish to forgetâ {`of course he was joking. possibly.} Itâs possible that the library sprouted legs and moved away, just to fuck with you, who knows? {`shrugs lazily, with one shoulder} You wonât, donât worry. Weâre one of those annoying couples, that can barely stand to look at anyone else. {`nods simply} Thatâs true. At least you know what to expect every day at Bullworth. Chaos. {`a light chuckle slips through his lips and he nods again} Possibly. I am rather unforgettable, even to someone who Iâve never properly met before. Thatâs amazing, right?
(/the girl laughs, flicking a few strands of hair out of her eyes) Maybe you are. Â (/ she nods, almost as if she was understanding something and learning something new) You know what, that's probably the case. (/ taps her chin thoughtfully) If you don't mind me asking, who is this special guy of yours? (/nods and raises a hand, grinning widely) Does that mean that I made you more amazing? Because I don't mind being a prime contributor of your fame.

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Of Tangled Wires [Dasom&Gongchan]
"Thanks!" With a brilliant smile, he nodded at the girl and continued laying out the various components. From a young age heâd been rather good at putting things together and the all important step of taking them apart again. It was something he enjoyed. Often back in school, the boy had taken apart his pens and set all the pieces out on the little wooden desks, just to time himself putting it back together again. So far, his best time was eleven point thirteen seconds and that wasnât shabby at all as far as pen construction goes.Â
Well, that had been relatively painless. Chanshik wasnât entirely sure why everyone scooted around acting like they were some kind of contagion. Sure, maybe he and the others didnât really fit in totally one place or another and maybe they werenât even very close with each other, but that was their greatest strength in his opinion. There was nothing more dangerous than underestimation and everyone underestimated the Outsiders. One day, theyâd see the error of their ways or his name wasnât Gong Chanshik.
With a shake of his head, the leader snapped back to attention and took the screw driver carefully. âHmm, well I could use a good eye to make sure I put this up in the perfect spot, if you donât mind. As to what itâs for, well, I noticed the old monitors donât make the cut anymore.â Leaning forwards slightly, he confided in a conspiratorial tone, âbeggars canât be choosers, I know, but they kind of look like theyâre from the ninetyâs, donât they?â Chuckling softly, he began sizing up one of the free walls carefully. âThis way, we can get a better picture of whatâs going on and plan accordingly. Preparedness is next to godliness, after all!â
Okay, so he definitely just made that up, but whatever. Thatâs how the saying should have gone. âItâs actually great to just be able to talk to you like this, so if you didnât want to do anything I wouldnât care at all. Maybe you can even tell people Iâm not scary after today.â Tossing a glance over his shoulder, he placed the first piece of black plastic to the wall. âHow about here?â
The girl nodded as she watched the leader start to assemble the contraption. Like painting, pottering, cooking - things that were created from scratch interested her deeply. It wasn't the finished product that attracted her attention, but the method and process of creating. It was one of the reasons why she disliked being in her clique - which was merely an excuse of her distaste to her life. So when she witnessed a member of the Outsiders, and even better, a leader, who could do what she admired, hope and pride started to shine,
"Oh, sure!" As she stepped a few steps backwards, her eyes diverted from the tools to the leader in front of her. A soft grin appeared on her face as she tilted her head slightly to the right, slightly confused at the relations of his statement. "The ninety's? I...I guess. That's a first, though!" A small laugh escaped her shiny lips as she talked. If only she had talked to him before.
"Likewise! And no, I don't mind helping. just let me know what you need!" Dasom smiled, but her eyes were filled with curiosity. In her mind she pictured everybody avoiding him and scattering when in his presence. Although she was sure this was not the case, it made her giggle. Â "People think you're scary, Chanshik ssi?" It somehow felt reassuring that she wasn't that only one who didn't have anybody to talk to. Or maybe it wasn't the case.
"Hm? Oh." She finally cut off her wonderings and looked at his position. Closing one eye and positioning her two thumbs and index fingers into a camera like pose, she peered into the gap made by her hands and hummed as she thought carefully, visualising the real model. "Um, I think a bit more to the left." She paused for a few seconds, lowering her hands, "You don't mind if I call you by just Chanshik, do you?"
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{text}: Iâm 99% sure yourr lying cuz we blew up the school {text}: why is it nice to meet me I am a terrible person {text}: of course Iâm right Iâm always right
[text] at least you're doing a good job of being a rebel [text] well you haven't done anything terrible to me so... [text] and i never said you were right. i just said you had a point c: