A Dreamer

Now that his first “date” was over, Hyuksoo had to prepare himself for the next one.  He looked down at the letter he’d recieved in the mail and squinted at the name.  Lee Jieun.  He faintly remembered looking at her file as well in the nurses office.  He’d never came across her on campus though.  The picture on her file was a cute one if he could recall, barely the type of girl he’d ever think of being paired with.  Sudden’y he was getting scared.  He didn’t remember her age but what if she was too young for him?  Younger girls frightened him because he didn’t know how to talk  with them.

"What if it goes horribly?" Jieun asked worried.  "It won’t. Now calm down." She lead Jieun over to the table where her date was sitting and whispered one final encouraging piece of advice.

And I’ll generate a number from 1-22. All funny and fluffy prompts meant as comedy starters- because there’s not enough giggling going on and we all deserve a little comic relief!

My muse was trying to be a nice and help yours do the washing… unfortunately all your shirts are now stained bright pink.

My muse has accidentally shrunk your jumper- you have nothing else to wear and have to deal with having a cropped jumper for dinner now.

Our muses want to start a band… first step is learning how to play their instruments… well once they’ve figured out how to hold them without hitting each other in the face…

Our muses are in a band, they’re on stage and with all the fans it’s normal to get some underwear thrown on stage… however, mid singing the vocalist gets a pair of knickers right in the mouth. Can you  all professionally finish the gig?

Tan lines are usually a proud reminder of how much sun you’ve soaked up… but my muse accidentally left a strange shaped object over your muses chest while they were sunbathing…

Our muses are in disguises and ready to spy on a close friend to make sure their blind date goes well… however, with so much meddling something is bound to go wrong!

Our muses were only trying to build a birdhouse, not end up in A&E because mine’s thumb got hit with the hammer and they retaliated by punching yours in the nose… and breaking it.

How was my muse meant to know that the man at the door singing with a bouquet of flowers was trying to woo you and wasn’t some sort of creep?

My muse decided to throw a surprise party for yours, and used your address book as a guide… little did they know they’ve invited all the wrong people… and now we’re eating cake with your mother’s gynaecologist. SURPRISE!

Our muse’s are taking part in a musical, and in order to get themselves ready for it they have to communicate in nothing bur child-friendly song and rhyme… even though they want to rip each other’s throats out.

At some point our muses should had probably decided against jousting in the car park. With open bottles of juice for lances, and trolleys instead of horses… clearly they’re genius.

Human Jenga would have been a fun idea… if they were at the top of the pile…. not  face to face and covered by 15 other people.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire is always a nice idea, until they get burnt and everyone wants to play chubby bunny with near enough charcoal

Roasting marshmallows sounds easy enough, but what about extreme roasting? 8 marshmallows on a stick, only to be heated with the power of a well aimed fart and lighter… will out muses have cooked treats or cooked pants?

Someone decided to tell our muses that they’re irresponsible and can’t be trusted… well. It was true, because somehow they managed to get an ice-cream truck parked in the front room, two monkeys won’t leave the bathroom, and there’s a clown crying on the kitchen counter. They were meant to be babysitting- what happened?!

They just wanted one night to themselves, just one night… but it turns out to be the one night their family comes to visit and the neighbours come to argue.

My muse is teaching yours how to ride a unicycle because they’re obviously know all the right techniques… like how controlling the unicycle downhill is the easiest way to learn…?

My muse sat on something and now it’s stuck, they need a lift to the hospital and they’re praying our muses’ friendship relies on the “ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies” ethic.

Your muse has swallowed something, and my muse is making sure you eat all the fibre you can to “flush” it out.

Our muses’ hands are super glued together, they can either wait it out till the glue flakes away… or they can follow every weird remedy in the hopes it’ll work.

Our muses’ had planned on making a lovely cake together… in turn they’ve redecorated the kitchen in a nice shade of sticky icing and “how did you get the batter stuck there?”

Feeling the squeeze alerted him to the fact she wanted to speak, he ducked his face to look at her,”Third year, I could debut anytime I want in Korea I already model in Europe so I didn’t to first or second year here but I’m holding out till next year,” he smiled softly “What about you? How old are you kid?”

She couldn't help but laugh a little at Jongsuk's comment. She looked in his direction and nodded.  "Wow..." she cooed. She had always imagined what the world outside of her house was like, so hearing about France had her envious of him. "I'm 19, first year..." 

He had managed to set her eyes on a small girl. She seemed to be struggling to find her way. He watched for awhile then quickly understood she was blind. Keeping his eyes locked on her lips he approached the girl. He kneeled down to her level , he didn’t quite catch what her lips were saying but he realised she wanted to go to the office.

They walked in silence before Jieun decided to speak up again. She didn’t dare turn her head away from him, just incase she forgot. She knew what it was like for people to do, or say something without realising the other didn’t notice. Before she spoke, she lightly squeezed the others arm. “What year are you in?” She smiled at the other.