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[ / he spends a lot of time with jinhwan who is so submerged in the fact he is good with languages that he doesn’t even really react, or give it a though before he speaks]

( / the blonde struggled with surprise written over her face as the rather large boy hopped across her desk and ducked beneath, quickness hitting her hands as she attempted to fix the pile of papers he messed up in his haste before she stared at him for a second longer, only for the exact people he was hiding from to appear in her view. A cross of long legs, purposely connecting her heeled foot with him to express her slight annoyance in the situation and she turned her attention towards them, of course, wondering where he had gone ) … I swear I saw him going that way. ( / believable as most of her daily life was, she smiled and waited a long second before they disappeared )

( /once they had left, she shifted out of her desk and stared down at him ) What are you doing- also they are gonna know you didn’t go that way, it’s a dead end hallway and most of the rooms are already in use. You might wanna stay here for a minute to make sure, if you desire to hide that much.

[ /  he raises brow at her, because most of their receptionists are rather brute or mean. they act as if he was the enemy at the building, when in the reality he felt like he was rather nice. he recalls distinctly last year he brought in muffins his mother had made and left them in the break room for the average joe’s that made his dream possible. ] 

[ / his expression appears rather dumbfounded. his eyes open rather wide, and his bottom lip hanging down heavily enough to drag his mouth open in.  ]

me?

( s m s ) wow.. sounds like a great reason to do something. you know it’s my job to nag you. what did you expect me to say, “ah, junhwe, great job!” or “fantastic, i love when you come back shitfaced”?

( s m s ) .. your head is killing you..? i’ll have some medicine, the trash can you requested, and a comfy bed for you when you get back. unless.. do you think it would be better for me to come meet you instead of waiting for you in our room or something? that might draw less attention to the fact that you’re walking into the building at almost 3 am wearing sunglasses.

[ SMS @ JINHWAN ]     sent 2:28am okay, stop being sarcastic.. my head hurts too much to retaliate wittingly.  I snapped okay? I’m worried, about debut, and I  can’t stop worrying about it. So I let loose once, in the grand total of my eighteen  years on the planet I fucked up and  I don’t need your sarcasm. okay.

[ / he chuckles lowly ]

[ / .. he pauses for a moment, only to stare blankly at the other with a piece of bread hanging out of his mouth. ]

no, LISTEN, LISTEN, OKAY. YOU AREN’T LISTENING. I’M TALKING ABOUT THE ZEBRA FROM MADAGASCAR, THE MOVIE! 

[ / he’s shocked by the sound and honestly he was just really hungry so he thought he’d snag a piece of bread from the cafeteria, he was going to pay, of course, but still.  ]

[ / in all honesty, he may have dowsed off a bit on the lounge chair in the lobby. his hat pushed down over his eyes a bit too far, only to make it less noticeable that he had. upon hearing the other, he jolts and sits up rather quickly only to tuck his hat back up a bit higher so he may see.   ]

[ / the groan that leaves his lungs is filled with months of exhaustion: preparing for his debut has been a long hard road that has taken to many sharp turns and he’s just tired. yet for some reason, he let’s mark talk him into hanging out.   ]

[ / a distaste for the bus system is riding across the tip of his tongue as he’s so very tempted to text his noona and beg her to come pick him up. It’s late, and he’s just a giant baby in all actuality. he hears a small girl next to him shout “finally!” only causing him to jump and look over at her.  ]