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   "Are you really going to mention    this?” 

   — ✿ "Mention what? That I heard you    pass a little toot 5 seconds ago? Come    on, Kookie. Everyone farts. No need to    be ashamed. Although, if you really are    that embarrassed, I might as well use     this against you someday.❞

      〤—❛ Did you see? That guy over there was totally staring at you. He not only turned his head around once, but twice!❜ 

He gave her a look before his gaze followed hers, searching for whatever or whoever she was speaking of. Nothing. There was nothing beautiful to him there and he was utterly confused. ‘What are you talking about? It’s just a crowd of people.’ He muttered, lips pursed.

“They say my wavelength doesn’t match up to others–” He began, a solemn voice amidst the silence between them. Being stuck in an elevator sure did wonders for both of them. The complex boasted off its clear and quiet rooftop to its tenants but only a few could attest to the truth. Kyungsoo, being a frequent visitor there, knew the right way and the right buttons to press to get up to that floor. But maintenance repairs and a momentary power interruption led to this and that, and now two people were there, perhaps sweating a bit from the five minutes they’ve been forced to simmer and settle down with until someone responded to their emergency call downstairs.

“I mean, it’s not that I think highly of myself. I never do.” He clears it up, wanting to open up with the kind stranger who stepped up and bravely started the conversation with him. Though they initially panicked, they finally felt calm since the lights didn’t go off like the ones in the thriller/suspense genre of movies which ends in death pretty much 100% of the time. “I just think it’s rare to have people understand me sometimes. It’s like I’m stuck in my own bubble, like a hamster who doesn’t know what to do. Maybe I have a dysfunctional way of interacting with people? Or I just don’t jive in with them.”

He slumps against the side, sitting with his legs stretched out while looking at the woman from the opposite side of the elevator car. She didn’t look that young, nor did she look any older. There was no harm in sharing bits and pieces of him to someone who barely knew him. Maybe with that, he could patch up a truth about himself that he was struggling to realize. “I’m not going on the rooftop to jump, by the way– I heard they had nice hydrangeas on display and I needed some fresh air so I thought I’d pay a visit.”

— ✿  “Just because others cannot grasp your way of interaction, doesn’t mean you’re dysfunctional.” The silence descends once more. It is clear from his expression that the man before her genuinely thought lowly himself. It hadn’t been long since the elevator came into a sudden halt. Her once dismayed heart had now been embraced with relief as another being’s presence offered a sense of tranquil. His words generously coated with defeat, so strong she was able to feel it as it it were her own. His mind plagued with fears, and despite Stephanie’s growing concern, she didn’t quite understand why he thought being different was such an awful thing. For the short amount of time she’s lived in Seoul, many times the lines, “You’re weird,” and “that’s not normal” had been directed to her. But she didn’t feel discouraged. She never felt discouraged.

“Who are they to make you feel that way, right? Maybe you haven’t found the right people to connect with yet. I mean, I don’t think being different is a bad thing at all,” she said matter-of-factly. A stranger indeed, and yet she had already wanted to reach out to him. It may not be as serious as she had approached it, but there’s also a chance where it could also be worse. She studied his face, his features expressionless. His eyes were soft and kind, but a tint of coldness had painted over them.

     — ✿ “What do you call shoes made out of bananas?” Her eyes intently held onto the confused male, waiting for some sort of response. Her small frame vibrated from mute giggles as the answer stood at the tip of her tongue. “SLIPPERS--!!!” She burst out an unattractive string of laughter before being discouraged by his humorless expression. “C-Come on.. I thought it was funny..”

“Whoops?” that was the only thing he could, stunned after hearing the loud yelling and how people even stopped around and huddled up to where the loud noise came from. He kept looking at her while kneeling down, fetching up the items. Oh shit she looks mad he thought while he action was taking place- “Did I hurt you?”

— ✿ Truthfully, at that very moment, she almost broke into tears.Her eyes painted her fatigue as it subtly laced with her rare anger-- a side she was taught to never show. The books she spent hours on organizing alphabetically now laid scattered on the floor, all because of a man who could not control his inept feet. Nevertheless, a hushed sigh was all that spilled from her lips as she straightens her posture, washing away her grievance with her youthful features, hoping to instill a sense of warmth towards the tensed male.·“Not at all! I’m truly sorry for shouting at you like that.. I let my frustration get the best of me, but I’m okay!”

— & jh && ; For a moment he believed she was teasing him, not thinking it possible for her not to have even the smallest dirty thought about his words, but something else told him she really was an innocent girl. “Sleeping, of course. What else?” He spoke as if what he said was obvious, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes. “They give me headaches”

— ✿ “That doesn’t sound very exciting.” Her tone fades into a monotone as the smile that once plastered upon her lips soon pacified under a subtle, yet evident frown. Unbeknownst towards the older woman, she never understood why people napped solely to fulfill their satisfaction. “Why sleep in the middle of the day? Isn’t that just wasting precious hours?”

When ever Stephanie would offer help or give her opinion on anything that the taller male would be doing, he would ignore it. Only because he couldn’t swallow his pride and accepting that he may be doing something wrong since Stephanie is always right. It was in Chanyeol’s personality to think he is always right which clashes horribly with almsot everyone he meets in his life. It was a miracle that Stephanie has enough patience to stay with such a stubborn ass, a nickname frequently used by his other friends. And Chanyeol is grateful to have such a friend like Steph but he still doesn’t listen. Taking a quick glance at what the girl was talking about, he shook his head almost immediately as he picked up the wrong piece and a couple of screws. “No way–Look, this clearly goes here. Just look at the photo on the box, the piece goes here!”

“What do you mean I’m going to be late? They told me it’s at 2:30, it’s 1:30 now! How can they just change the time like that!?” she huffed in her phone. Today was a busier day among others; Hyori had a business meeting and photo shoot to attend to all in the same day which made things difficult – and a bit stressful. It didn’t help she woke up late this morning causing her to rush. Still a bit tired, she decided that perhaps getting some coffee would help things go a bit smoother. Coffee. Meeting. Right. All her ducks were in a row – or so it seemed until she got this call. 

   Now that the meeting was moved up an hour early without her notice, she was becoming overwhelmed and even more stressed. Because of that, now her whole day was practically ruined. Abruptly hanging up, she grabbed her coffee quick, walking towards the door. Could this day get any worse? Just as she looked down to her phone again, getting ready to answer the next call, she collided with another person, not only spilling their coffee on her, but her own as well. It didn’t help any that that was her outfit to go to the meeting in. It seems like it just did.

— ✿ Stephanie has always been a girl with childish notions. Whether it be about love or the complexity of nonchalant morbid doings. One of her many beliefs was that there were no such things as coincidences in life. She believed that everything and everyone that wandered in and out of one’s life were there for some kind of purpose, even if they were only present solely for the intention of causing harm. It was a bleak Sunday evening as a string of grey clouds hovered against the sky when Stephanie found herself scampering aimlessly around the streets. It wasn’t anything unusual for the woman, though, as she was still familiarizing herself with the given area. Besides, it had only been a month since she withdrew herself from her vigilant parents’ embraces.

Asher scratched his head and pursed his lips, thinking of what he can do in return. “Well I can do anything. You name it, I do it. After the massage.” He brought a finger up and wiggled it at her playfully.

— ✿ Her eyes widened for a moment, surprised that the younger, yet taller male took on her playful approach. “Will you promise me two buckets of ice cream?” Her nose crinkles in slight concern as she pushes his finger away. "I've never done such things before so don't expect a good session."