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               Isao was always taken with how much work Henry seemed to put into all his performances. Where his energy came from was beyond him , but he was sure people said the same about him when he was on the court. ❛ Good answer ! ❜ He laughs out , winding his arms around the other’s middle before glancing at him through the ocean of clothing blocking his view. ❛ Just a train ! It wasn’t too bad and I haven’t seen you in a while so I didn’t mind. ❜

Even though he was sweating so badly after jumping that much in his performance, he didn't think twice before holding his friend's small body on his. For Henry, his friend always seemed so neat and clean and he had as his own personal mission ruin a little bit of this perfection everytime he could. "I'm great with answers!", he replied, laughing loudly. "Oh, did you take a train to see me? I'm feeling so special right now!", he jokingly said, "I’m glad you came. Did you like my performance?"

— “thank you,” she murmured, switching languages ( finally, this would be less awkward now ). hurrying to throw the towel into her room, not caring where it landed, she returned to speak with henry, “i…uhm…” she paused, where does she even start ?? shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, “where…would you like me to start ?? do you have any…questions ??” she asked, unsure on how to initiate the conversation about her GENDER and what had happened just a few moments ago. chewing the inside of her cheek, she prayed that this conversation would clear the air and make things less awkward in the future yet she had an INKLING that it probably wouldn’t make henry any less awkward ( she should move out then ?? but where ?? ).

His eyes watched as her towel fell on the floor near her bed, then her voice made his attention come back to her and to her small body. She already seemed that small before? They already had play fights, how could he didn't notice? She did seem like girl now or maybe he was overthink since he just saw her naked. "Any question?", he repeated, slowly, biting his lower lips after, "Well... So... Are you a girl?", he knew how stupid that question could sound, but he actually heard something talking about transgender people, and if it was the case? So she was a boy, right? He wasn't the smartest kid on the block so he had a lot of questions, even thought he didn't know if should be polite to ask everything right after that situation.

“Oh, sure!” She rolled her eyes with his words, although that could basically be considered true. Bomi actually looked up to him more than he could imagine. He seemed always more experienced than her, but it was not like she would show her admiration for him that much. Not because she exactly wanted to hide it but because she sucked at such thing. “Ok, but let’s keep it here anyway. I don’t think we will have problems with the gang today so let’s just drink.”

Drinking with him was more than just drinking, it was her way to share the pain with him, to show that he wasn’t alone in such world, to remind him that she cared even if she wouldn’t be able to say that properly. In that day she wanted he would be able to feel his own pain and release anything if he wanted. If not, th alcohol would knock both out, that would also be fine to her. “Life sucks!” She repeated raising her own glass and clicking them together before gulping the entire amount of alcohol down her throat, making a characteristic sound right after as she scrunched her nose, filling her own glass again.

     Feet carried him deftly along the floor of the party,mingling once more though he barely paid any attention to who he was speakingwith. Barely even graced them with more than a word or two before he left, hisirritation growing by the minute at how disgustingly foolish he had been. Howwretched of a party he had been roped into going to. There had been promiseof lively interactions, of show stopping performances and yet Adrian couldscarcely even find anything good to compliment the champagne about. Obviously acheaply bought bottle with it’s flat notes and poorly imbued carbonation. The veryfact that he’d let it touch his tongue already had him on the verge of showinghis hosts why he should never be angered.

     Teeth grit together as he pressed through the crowd, intenton leaving the party before he could allow his pride to be anymore wounded. Forhis dignity let alone his reputation to be ruined by the likes of such cretins.Polished shoes slipped past waiters and the imposters that pretended to be ofold money, those that once the party was over, would go back to their menialday jobs and wish for the life of such luxury. Yet Adrian knew, he knew whattrue parties of this caliber could be like and he yearned for them, yearned forthe taste of aged wine upon his tongue. For the flair of money to be presentedbefore him tastefully and at time boastfully. For parties of this kind alwayshad class scales, and the blond was always near the top.

     As the door came into sight he stumbled, gaze ripped awayfrom the large wooden oak doors as a body pressed into his own and he narrowedhis gaze. It was precisely why he wanted to leave, why he couldn’t stand such partiesas this, for there would always be those who simpered and whined before him.Who drank too much or were far too careless as he sneered down at them, thehues of his mask framing the annoyance of the beast inside of him. “ Sorry ?” He sneered, lips pulled into a cruel smirk as he clucked his tongue loudlyagainst the roof of his mouth. “ If you were truly sorry, ” Adrian’s hand reached outas he grabbed the stranger’s chin and forced them to look up at him, thepressure upon their jaw none to gentle. “ You would look at me while youapologized instead of giving me some pathetic excuse. Now, ” people werewatching behind their masks and the blond’s grin only darkened. “ Apologize to me properly. ”

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               whenever jaewon came face to face with even the slightest forms of failure , his initial reaction was to fight his way to a pass . if his brain couldn’t get him the grade he deserved ( or needed ) then harsh words , or fists if this was outside of the class room , would have to muster . his irritation only seems to grow with every tap the other gave to his desk , twitching with every tap . one , two , three , four , five .     ‘  yes i did ,  ‘     he spoke through gritted teeth , trying to calm himself with long , deep breaths .     ‘  i did everything the damn assignment asked me to do . i cited my sources , i cross - referenced with my other a grade assignments , i tried to avoid wikipedia at all costs . & you gave me a d . so excuse me for thinking you have some sort of a problem with me , sir .  ‘

               hazel hues roll upwards at his words before she adjusts herself upon the couch , fidgeting a little before tucking her knees beneath her ; her arm coming to rest against the plush cushions of the couch behind where he sat . she swallows her pride then by clearing her throat , teeth chewing at the inside of her cheek before petals part with a small pop .     ‘  i need a collab . i need something that puts me above all the other rappers in the game . & i was wondering if you knew someone good enough …  ‘     she lets her words hover in the air between them then before laughing a little , seeming all too nervous for someone of her natural expressionless ways .     ‘  i’m kidding . i was wondering if you’d be interested in helping me out …  ‘

Eyes focused on the girl on his side, the rapper just observed how she looked nervous as he was definitely not used with seeing this side of her, which was somehow fun but worrying at the same time, he didn't know she was so nervous about asking whatever she wanted to ask. Then she joked about him knowing someone good enough for her, which made him laugh again, feeling like she was looking more like her normal self. Taking his right hand to his cap, turning the flap to the back of his neck, Hyukjae sighed. He worked with female rappers just a few times, so it could be a good experience for him, but at the same time he was worried about her strong temper, "Me? Are you sure?", he asked, trying his best to not look suspicious.

donghae.

               ‘  enslaved ?!  ‘     the word slips from her lips in a slight squeak , still overwhelmed with guilt for how much she was expecting the other to accomplish before she hears his laugh , a small hand coming to clutch over her heart as she calms herself .     ‘  i almost thought you meant that then … & noona ? aish , i’m not that much older than you , am i ?  ‘     she moves towards him then , coming to sit back against the desk at which he works ; not really caring for hygiene ( after all , this is her office ) nor personal space .     ‘  noona makes me sound like a granny . call me something , uh … younger .  ‘