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rendezvous,
There was something inherently guilt inducing about sneaking around, desperate to stay unseen. Over the past year, Seungbin had only just come to terms with the idea that one of his closest friends was, in fact, a celebrity ( and that he, too, possessed a modicum of notoriety).
For no reason in particular, the young man decided against hiding himself around those he should not appear to be so ashamed around. ( Of course, there would be the occasional exception. ) His first venture in months without the black mask concealing his identity was to meet with Sangwoon for a much needed day out. Particularly between their hectic schedules.
message sent to bf(f) sw♡
ㅡ hey handsome
ㅡ im waiting outside for u xoxo
Perhaps he appeared somewhat of an eccentric lingering around a lamp post with a coquettish grin crept across his lips.
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TEXTS
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“[txt] can you send me notes? i don’t get anything the professor says”
“[txt] we should totally start a study group!”
“[txt] can you sign my name on the attendance sheet?”
“[txt] ive given up on going to class.”
“[txt] theres EXTRA CREDIT!!!”
“[txt] ive changed my major 4 times so idk”
“[txt] i know it’s 2 am but we should get some food” / “[txt] it’s ONLY 2 am”
“[txt] there’s this really cool event on the quad tonight, we should go”
“[txt] did someone spray paint that statue’s dick again?”
“[txt] the professor was really doing the most today.. -image attached-”
“[txt] there’s free pizza”
“[txt] we should hang out tonight, my roommate skipped town”
“[txt] who ate my cereal?”
“[txt] i’m NOT doing the dishes again” / “[txt] im letting them soak”
“[txt] if i have to hear you mewling like a kitten in heat at 3 am one more time i just might fling myself off the dorm rooftop”
“[txt] it’s not a party if the only people around are the ones that live here”
“[txt] can you stop texting me from the other room?”
“[txt] i thought i asked for some privacy??”
“[txt] i can’t afford to go out tonight”
“[txt] there was a RAT”
“[txt] obviously the only solution is to run away from my problems”
“[txt] college is hard.”
“[txt] i just get homesick sometimes”
“[txt] if only there was FUCKING parking”
“[txt] someone threw up in the sink”
“[txt] can you come pick me up? things have gotten kinda crazy”
“[txt] i found out what a kegstand is”
“[txt] so m aybe i dou knowe how 2 dance *beer emojis*”
“[txt] i could be studying right now”
“[txt] people are talking to me. im panicking.”
“[txt] everything hurts and i’m dying”
“[txt] sleep?? idk her”
“[txt] please just take a nap” / “[txt] just take a nap with me”
“[txt] i havent had anything other than coffee in 72 hours”
“[txt] should i drop out? i think ill drop out.”
“[txt] i had a dream i got run over by a bus and it was the highlight of my week”
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mother may i,
hrsophia:
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The young man found it odd how he sunk into himself in Sophia's presence, almost shy. Perhaps due to her demeanor and the inherent maternal aura she possessed. ( Though he supposed most mothers adopted such a thing after a while. ) He knew even if he refused, claimed that he walked in by mistake, she would be able to see through his lie with a penetrating beam.
Surely he did not need the cinnamon bun Sophia already packaged. The sugar, caramelized cinnamon, flaky outside. His stomach and taste buds worked in tandem against his better judgement.
"Uh... yeah, it's not for me..." He huffed out a nervous laugh, drumming his fingers against the thin box. Seungbin couldn't say he felt no guilt for lying to someone he trusted so easily. He usually penned himself an honest man. "I can't really eat this kinda stuff that much, you know. I got that diet thing going for me."
His head swiveled toward the door and back again, noticing the occasional person passing by. "And sure I'll stay for a bit, but I don't wanna inconvenience you from closing up or anything." A pause to adjust the school bag slipping from his shoulder. "What is it though...?"

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❝ I can see it raining in your heart. Allow me to be your heart’s umbrella. ❞
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There came a time when the dam surrounding Bin's heart was bound to burst. He toed the precipice of melting down. The thin line faltering feet balanced on ran short of the other side ㅡ where sparks scalded the surface. This fire began in bursts; the sort near impossible to put out.
And now he sat, leaned against the wall outside one of NightBlue's practice rooms, streaks hidden amongst the sweat. His body throbbed from his toes to the heart pushing up his throat. He should have known better than to allow his soul to crack under the pressure. He should have done as well as the past month told him. It was too much to bear on shoulders already weakened from the weight they carried for years.
The approaching sound if footsteps prompted him to hide his face, an apology immediately following. "Sorry, I was just resting up."
Then the familiar voice emerged, quelling the need to rebuild walls around him. He found no strength to stand, his limbs exhausted from overwork, trembling as they reached toward the steady pillar hovering over him. "That's a stupid thing to say. Don't practice your drama lines on me," he mumbled the words into the fabric of Sangwoon's pant leg. Bin did not have it in him to muster grateful words, even if the cheesy line brought him a glimmer of solace.
"Hey. If you don't tell anyone about this, I won't tell anyone about what you said just now."
austin
he turns around, his face (or more like his lips) was covered in ice cream. slowly, he puts down the ice cream cone and stares at bin with wide eyes. austin waits for him to at least finish the sentence but the pause was a bit unbearing at the moment. he purses his lips slightly as if deep in thought before taking another bite of his ice cream.
“what do i do if…”
finishing off his ice cream before staring blankly at his empty hand that once held his ice cream. taking a minute or two, he realizes that he had finished his ice cream. austin looks up at him and smiles at the other.
“i had another ice cream? is that what you’re trying to ask me, bin?”
It took every fibre of Seungbin's being not to reach over and slap the now nonexistent ice cream out of Austin's hand. For the proper effect, he placed his own half finished one in his grip and promptly did so. The cone shattered on impact much like his expectations for the friend sitting across from him.
"Austin, you ignorant slut." He struggled to keep a straight face, electing to dramatically leaning against the table to spare his sanity. So much for keeping his cool facade. ( Although when was he truly such a thing? Especially in the presence of one of his best friends. ) "You fool."
After a moment of silence passed over them, he lifted his head, sighing in defeat. "In all seriousness, I was just wondering... about..."
❝ Who would have thought that making crepes would lead to a broken microwave. ❞
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In one fell swoop, Seth's statement managed to become the straw that broke the metaphorical camel’s back ㅡ to no fault of his. It was fortunate Seungbin fancied himself a patient man. Had he been any younger, fingers curled into white knuckled fists would be clutching at his shirt, shaking him, pleading him to explain why such a thing could have occured. Why the laws of nature continuously decided to betray him in such s cruel manner.
He detested the line across his own face dressing his lips in a cocky smile. ( Unaware of what he found so amusing. ) He resented the lack of sleep coursing through his veins and making his head throb.
And yet, there he sat on the kitchen floor, cold linoleum seeping in through the thin fabric of his socks. The sent of burning ( faintly mixed with butter ) still lingered in the air. "What happened to me... Seth, tell me... have I really lost my touch? Maybe I'm cursed." His voice rattled on like a man possessed with sorrow. Without so much as a warning, he opened the oven, pretending to crawl inside. "If you need me, I'll be in here..."
❝ Maybe I’m not the right person for the job. ❞
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Confusion reflexively laced Bin's brow. He searched Yerin's face with a shred of scrutiny, focused on the indicative nuances of someone who had become far too tired. Not unlike himself, she had the tendency to drag her feet up the stairs of their apartment building around the same time.
Rarely, if ever, did he have the tendency to pry into the girl's life. He felt he had no right to do so ㅡ until their lives became gradually more intwined. His judgement urged him to dredge deeper now that he found himself sitting across from her in his own living room. ( Over handmade food, of course. He would never allow any guest to leave with an empty stomach. )
"What do you mean by that? Not a fan of getting back home at ass o' clock in the morning?" Immediately, he snuffed out the statement with a mouthful of rice. "Just kidding...

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❝ i— ❞ she straightens herself before pulling their linked hands backward enough to see his face. her eyes scan his features with a hint of concern before she breaks into a smile again. ❝ i don’t have any problem getting food. but, i think you’re far more interested in trees. ❞ she mimics the voice he uses when he teases her. her freed hand knocks on the bark. ❝ i mean, if you want to get a meal with her, go ahead. i’ll happily surrender. ❞
The hopeless romantic hidden in Bin's mind swam to the front of his head in an endless barrage of thoughts ㅡ things to say. He knew it was best to keep them locked away for the time being. Fortunately they were more inclined toward the positive end. There was little room for doubt to wedge its way between them. ( Though it would certainly try its damndest. He felt the flames of it starting where their palms brushed. )
"Hey!" a laugh, a genuine one. "don't be mistaken! As beautiful as she is..." He paused to smile brightly, knocking on the bark in the same location. The leaves looming overhead seemed to sway as if acknowledging the compliment. "I'd much rather go out with you... go somewhere with you."
His hand tightened around hers again, as if he feared she would disappear at any moment. ( He imagined he had the right to feel so afraid given the lines of history etched into his heart. )
Allowing his eyes to flicker over her smile once more, he turned to guide her across the street to a quiet place he frequented often before practice. Calming, typically free of large crowds ㅡ the ideal place he thought to bring Hyunbi to for a brief breath of relative peace. If he knew they were to part ways so soon, he would need the momentary reassurance.
On instinct, he glanced towards his watch, away, back again. Time moved at a slower pace when in her company; in one of the better ways, of course. It was only then comfort lent him the confidence to pull the mask below his chin. ( And yet shyness overcame him almost instantaneously. ) "Is this place okay? You'll sit and eat with me until I gotta go, right?"
low light,
hrxdorian:
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“brother, hey. sorry. i’m putting my stuff away and leaving, i’ll be off your…turf, if you give me a minute first.” his hands come up like white flags.
To quell suspicion of malicious intentions, Seungbin removed any obstruction from his face to reveal his identity and a sincere grin. Bent at the waist to pick up a few scattered bills on the ground, he pulled the discarded bicycle up with him and propped it against the nearest wall. The intent to take it along with him was nonexistent. Truthfully, he hoped the teenager would return to find his bike in tact with a lesson to learn.
"Sorry? Man, it's cool. I'm the one sorry here." He checked over either side of his shoulder before handing the money back to the other, an understanding glimpse in his upturned gaze. "Honestly... I was just bluffing so those assholes would leave. I'm not really some kind of punk, or whatever. Promise."
In the low light of the dimming street lamps overhead, Bin took it upon himself to inspect the other's display. The radio most may claim as outdated ( he wasn't sure ㅡ technology eluded him in spite of his age ), the speaker and microphone stationary between his feet. He swallowed a growing knot in his throat, thankful he possessed enough sociability to make a conversation with a virtual stranger out of the blue. Life, however, was not without taking chances.
"So... you were busking, right?" Without moving the position of his head, he glanced around the set up once more. No instruments. "Are you a singer, then?"
hrhyemin
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❛ do your magic…oh but let me know what i need to do? i want to help you if i can. ❜
Perhaps it was the older's family situation that led him to squeeze into such a role in Hyemin's life ㅡ among other younger friends. Although he certainly felt he possessed little right to. She had older siblings of her own, after all; and he only hoped they wouldn't mind taking her underneath his wings for just a small amount of time, this little bird. ( A compulsive need to guide, support, and be someone comforting had the bothersome tendency to overtake him in her presence. )
"First we need to bleach our hair," He examined the instructions one final time before taking the precaution of slipping on gloves ㅡ and then handing a pair to Hyemin. "I did it successfully before but there was another trainee who came in with, like... green fried hair. Like cabbage..." It was then he visibly winced, mixing together the blue substance with the application brush. "Uh... dont worry though, I wasn't the one who made him like that, I promise."
Bin took pause, sacrificing his own hair by going first. If it could reassure her in any way, it was surely worth some of the risk. "Next, I think we have to mix this powder stuff for the color...?" He flashed a smile her way in an attempt to brush off any hints of uncertainty in his voice. "Between waiting times, you can tell me about ... I guess, is this ㅡmaybe ㅡ your act of rebellion, Hyemin? Changing your hair?"
SENTENCE STARTERS
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❝ They accepted me as I was without any fuss. ❞
❝ If you think I’m the happiest person in the world who has it all, you’re dead wrong. ❞
❝ I’m the unhappiest person alive, and I have nothing. ❞
❝ I think you can do something amazing with your ability. ❞
❝ You make me want to push you off a cliff! ❞
❝ There’s no escape! I’ll crush you like an ant! ❞
❝ I swear, dealing with normal people is such a pain. ❞
❝ Why did you have to kiss me!? ❞
❝ Dragging me into this is a very bad idea. ❞
❝ How about you visit a pigsty and ask one of the pigs out? ❞
❝ No one can resist my beauty! ❞
❝ This class is my Kryptonite. ❞
❝ I can see it raining in your heart. Allow me to be your heart’s umbrella. ❞
❝ I never said my abilities were perfect. ❞
❝ I cut a tragic figure for you today. ❞
❝ Maybe I’m not the right person for the job. ❞
❝ When I am with you, my heart relaxes. It is as though you are my heart’s massage chair. ❞
❝ What is it with everyone wishing for friends? ❞
❝ How come you’re not granting my wish? ❞
❝ You’re being way too melodramatic. ❞
❝ Stop ignoring me! ❞
❝ You’re not worthy, peon. ❞
❝ Don’t come near (Name) again. You’re not allowed to look at them, or even breathe the same air. ❞
❝ There are plenty of fish in the sea. The problem is that you can’t fish. ❞
❝ Their face annoys me, I might accidentally punch them. ❞
❝ Even I would faint if I saw your face up close in a place so dark! ❞
❝ If they die it will be about 2% my fault. ❞
❝ If they reject me I won’t be able to go on, I will die! ❞
❝ Good grief. (Name) is tough to break. ❞
❝ I would like to be reincarnated as a beautiful person. ❞
❝ Don’t hold out hope on a person who only works once a year! ❞
❝ First, let’s try the roller coaster! ❞
❝ Who would have thought that making crepes would lead to a broken microwave. ❞
❝ Purge me! ❞
❝ I don’t think I’m better, I’m actually better. ❞
❝ You may get paper cuts, please don’t bathe in cash! ❞
❝ The party goes on. ❞
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❝ i admit i didn’t think that far and just ran here because i just wanted you to know… but, ❞ her once fidgeting hand stops as it scopes the hand he offered. her smile stretches upward as she offers him a hopefully comforting grin. ❝ i… you asked what i wanted and well… ❞ she stops, rethinking her course of thought. ❝ actually, nevermind. lets get going! ❞
It was proven useless to keep his attention away while she spoke. From behind straw colored bangs, he carefully examined her face, going over each nuance of the soft features as if it would be the last time he would ever see them. His eyes visibly softened, aware her words rang true. "That's another thing I like about you, you know... You're honest." Halfway through the response slipped an embarrassed laugh ㅡ as if he was appalled of his ability to say it out loud.
He was appalled how quickly his insides turned the consistency of applesauce once her fingers brushed against his. Gone, for the moment, was the Seungbin who relentlessly teased the girl for the smallest thing. ( Although he was sure to make a return once hearts were partially settled. )
"Then, well... Let's just go wherever stuff takes us. I think that's been working so far?" He couldn't help but glance every which way out of habit. To stifle the loudness of his creeping anxieties, he tightened his grasp around Hyunbi's hand. It was warm, comforting ㅡ and yet it still made his heart pound against his ribcage. A sensation he would grow to welcome into his life once again. Maybe. Hopefully. With spontaneity to match her own, he tugged the girl along without so much as a warning. To put it simply: he trusted her to trust him.
The flustered boy managed to mumble, "Food... food and we can sit down outside andㅡ" With his brain in a fog, it proved difficult to fabricate the perfect place to be with her. "God, I feel like an idiot right now. Am I an idiot?" he paused, not realizing he unconsciously vocalized his thoughts.
( If only his eyes could turn from her for a moment to grant him sense of direction; to save him from colliding with yet another tree. )
noise complaint,
hrxblaqk:
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his vocals were rough, unaccustomed to ariana’s high notes. they were all the more strained by the many drinks he had already taken in. it made his normally clear voice raspy but his audience didn’t seem to care. many of the occupants had been with rubato for years. they were accustomed to blaqk’s drunken antics and they were completely on board. they cheered and laughed, one woman dancing along to his vocals before blaqk was pushing the microphone to the man’s chest.
“come on! show me what you got!”
Naturally, confusion laced Seungbin's brow when the other began to drag him further within mere seconds of approaching him. He long discarded limply hanging his hands at each side for gripping the insides of either arm in a firm cross. Body language would scream he felt a bit uncomfortable. However, it was clear each individual stuffed into the room was brimming with far too much alcohol to care about the bus boy's comfort. Not to mention the voice currently seeping through the speakers. ( Not horrible; it became obvious to Bin that he had vocal training. After all, he was what he would consider a celebrity singer. )
With a resigned sigh, he allowed the other to unceremoniously shove the microphone toward him. It, of course, wasn't to say Bin was too self-conscious to perform karaoke ( especially not in front of a bunch of drunk people ), but he worried for the opinion of the manager he assumed to be waiting just outside the door. Getting fired for playing around on the job was something he could not afford.
Instead, he decided to gamble.
"Yeah, I know, uh... Miss Grande?" He coughed out a half scoff, half laugh. Although the befuddled line was endlessly amusing, a clear attempt was made to remain polite and level-headed ㅡ at least, on his part. He would have time to laugh about it in private, how a member of Rubato, in a near drunken stupor, coerced him to sing karaoke.
Pressing the mic to his lips, he presented his compromise to them over the back track. "Okay, here's the deal. I'll sing whatever song you want me to as long as you promise you guys will leave after I'm done?"