i dare you

10 - Xukun & Yeogeum

He was highly annoyed that one student was harassing begging for their grade to be change. The end of the term was literally staring them and they just now come to him asking for help!? Yeogeum wasn’t one he saw in a favorable light and though it was in his right to fail him, the young man decided to teach him a lesson through extra credit. He was going to kick himself for offering such but he had to make it fair for all of his students not just one. A 2 page paper about what the Lunar New Year meant to them and attending 3 events with proof. Some students had already turned in the assignment but for the one who was the cause of it hadn’t as so much done a thing so far, seriously!? Xukun put the pressure on Yeogeum to make an appearance tonight or else. He (strongly) asked the other to meet him at the archery event going on. A rather straight forward aim and shoot for a prize, there was a kids version and the more adult one. He himself wasn’t that skilled at it but he could at least hit the target. He looks at this watch growing impatient with each second the other failed to show .. . 

See something wasn’t fair, Kang was sure of that much. Personally, Kang had never really celebrated Lunar New Year, he had spent it maybe once or twice with his parents, and all the other times alone, and his “lunar new years” pretty much went by like every average day, it was not something special to Kang. So already when they got the assignment, Kang felt like it wasn’t fair, others had tried spending it, Kang had basically only tried reading about it. It wasn’t surprising for Kang when he got the not so ideal grade for his assignment, but still, it was quite unwanted, so for once, for the first time, Kang basically begged for his grade to get changed.

| Kang Yeosang |

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Haneul shuffled through the halls of Lim Village, a freshly (unread) textbook tucked under his arm and a podcast mumbling faintly from the headphones resting on his shoulders. Suffering from the latest consequences of impulsive decision making, he was tasked with memorizing at least 50 French terms (enough for a moderately passing grade) in the next 72 hours. He could hear his advisor’s voice ringing in the back of his mind: are you sure you want to take French? 

Was he sure? With no foreign language background, no prior inclination to study abroad, and a still somewhat shaky grasp of his own native tongue? You betcha. Despite his initial enthusiasm, the course load was turning out to be a bit more than he could handle on his own. Or moreso, was seriously getting in the way of his already packed schedule (one that didn’t include actually studying). He was in the middle of contemplating spending his life savings on a test-taker when he overheard someone in the middle of a phone conversation up the hall. He paused his podcast, an eyebrow quirked. In that moment it was as if the clouds had opened up, angels singing pas de problème!

“You!” Haneul gasped, practically sprinting to catch up to the other. Desperation seemed to outweigh the horror of approaching a stranger. “You!? Speak French?! Here? Fluently?!” 

Kang looks at his phone for a few seconds, he wonders whether to pick up or not, truly he should just pick  up, however he’s not that much in the mood to talk to them right now, still somehow his fingers manages to slide right on the call and he answers it. The male puts the phone up to his ear to hear the voice he recognizes oh so well. “Salut?” the words slip out of his mouth, he puts his hand into his pocket as he relaxes a bit, listening to the other’s words careful, “Pâques” he replies back to their question of when he’ll come to France again.

“ne t'inquiète pas pour moi”

“Merci”

“tu me manques aussi”

“oui”

“Merci”

“Au revoir”

“…sorry, wait, no, hold on,” colin manages, after a second. he still feels dizzy, still like the rug’s been pulled from under him, but he also still wants to get his dick sucked, and he definitelydoesn’t want to lose whatever he’s got going with kang – the dilemma of the century, he’s sure. “it’s not your place to apologize. i just… want to keep things casual, you know? and busting out an i miss you, dude, that’s kinda… i freaked out, that’s on me.” he feels bad, really bad, at that look on kang’s face, but he’s got rules. “it isn’t that we aren’t friends, cause i like talking to you plenty, that’s just kind of a line for me."

colin scoots back a little closer, tentatively – kang’s going to have to be the one who touches first, after colin’s outburst, damn it – and puts on an casual expression. "but where were we? getting drunk in europe?” if he acts like nothing’s happened – if he lets his practiced this is cool and i’m alright expression overtake his face, kang will – if colin has any karma left, for anything good he’s ever done – buy it. that’s all he can hope for, honestly. second club for you to join, kang, colin thinks, a little bit bitter – you’re shorter than me, and you’ve seen me lose my cool.

“of course you’re supposed to trust me being drunk with you – like i said, crazy tolerance. i’d probably have died of liver failure otherwise,” colin jokes, flipping his hair, feigning nonchalance. “i mean, i’m flirty when i’m drunk… or so i’m told. you ever been to a cinth party? i mean, feel free to show up whenever the next one is, i’ll get you in, but you’ll see me in action then.” there. it’s an invitation, right? an olive branch.

“ibiza’s more or less the party capital of the world,” colin continues, as if an article calling it that wasn’t the entire reason he’d moved there in the first place, and as if he’s trying to do anything except stall. (he likes talking about spain, though – that’s genuine, and it’s clear in his tone.) “it gets wild, but you’d have me by your side – hypothetically – as your guide. you speak any spanish, or just french?” he asks, half-curious. “not that it matters, it wouldn’t be like we would be doing much talking… just, you know, dancing.” he leans back, properly relaxed, now, an easy smile on his face. “you dance? you like to dance?”

Kang furrows his brows, he’s not too sure what to think anymore, simpler said; he’s confused. He leans a little to the side, tries to pick up Colin’s words. Though Kang is glad for having made friends here at Seongnam, having friends also truly makes him understand how complicated people are. One moment Kang was apologizing, and now Colin is apologizing? What for? “You shouldn’t be apologizing either, you didn’t do anything” he says, lifting a hand to play with his own hair as he looks up, trying his best to see his own hair. “I meant it in a friendly way” Kang says, looking at Colin, showing a smile to the older. “But I got it! No more I missed you for you!” he ends off with.

Kang looks confused at Colin, Colin in a second acts like nothing happened, is Kang supposed to do that too? Though Kang doesn’t fully notices it, he notes it in the back of his head; Colin acts like nothing has happened after something has happened. “Do you like talking? You talk a lot. I’ve never seen you quiet for more than five minutes I believe”, he knows Colin asked him if they were talking about getting drunk, but he got curious. Does Colin use talking as a way to cope or what? Kang’s confused, he doesn’t understand how Colin works, not even after this long. 

“We were talking about travelling and drinking yeah” he finally answers, once again lifting his hand to play with his own hair, he would play with Colin’s, he likes Colin’s hair, but he’s scared about if Colin would get mad. Kang chuckles slightly at Colin, Kang himself, he has never been a big drinker. Kang rolls his eyes “as if you’re not flirty when you’re sober” he jokes. “I don’t know what a cinth party is” he responds back, shrugging his shoulders and letting go of his hair, “if you’re there I’d like to go though”.

Gikwang liked to pretend everything was alright, that everything was going well for him and while it did careerwise (his grades weren’t quite good he supposed and he had already chosen a field to specialize in), he somehow felt a little lost regarding specific topics. The male was quite a social and straightforward person, even when he was still shy at times. Nonetheless he hadn’t many problems in making new friends and opening up to them. But even then, there was one thing that almost no one (besides his past lovers) that knew of his one secret he kept away from even his parents and his best friend he trusted everything to.

It was hard to talk about it, and while he didn’t intended to speak up to Kang, a dongsaeng he had befriended before, he still wanted to vent out more or less. So he had requested the other to meet up outside. The cold crept into his bones, as he approached the other with wide steps. As he came closer he heard him singing, humming a song that caught his attention at once. Gikwang halted for a moment and simply listened to the lyrics. It was strange, but he could feel every single line and he wasn’t too sure how to react to Kang’s touching singing.

When the younger man noticed him, Gikwang smiled at him in a friendly manner and took a seat next to him. He greeted shortly and let out a sigh, his breath vaporizing in the cold air at once. Things had turned more complicated lately, he could feel the warm feelings in his heart rise, whenever he was with his special person and it was scary, terrifying to develop such strong feelings to someone who didn’t knew about this side of him at all. “I don’t know… I just don’t know what to do about this. I like them so much, but it’s not that easy at all… Just wanted to let out some steam…” He turned to Kang and looked at him. “Did you ever fell in love before?”

Though despite the older being there, he still got the song stuck inside his head. He’s not too sure how it got stuck there, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t even heard it recently, has he? Oh… He did watch pitch perfect the other day, didn’t he? So… he’s been having is stuck for days or what? The male shugs at himself, still confused but choosing not to think further about how he got the song stuck in his head. Though he continues to still slightly move his head as the song keeps playing in his head. Though the lyrics repeats in his head, he still tries his best to listen to the elder, he widens his eyes both as they speak and as they ask a question.

Does the older like someone? Kang hadn’t even noticed, he doesn’t even have an idea of who it could be… It’s not his business either, is it? Unless Kikwang wants him to know. Been in love though… That’s a hard questions. Of course Kang loves people, he loves his parents, and a few friends, but loving someone is different from being in love, right? The male mumbles something inaudible before beginning to hum a bit. He looks up from his feet out into the world as he begins thinking.

“can’t be more than… i don’t know, a few centimeters, right? not like you’re tiny, or anything.” colin’s spent more time than he wants to admit thinking about kang’s form, anyway – his eyes flit over the younger’s body, and he can’t help but smile. kang looks, well – colin hesitates to use the word pretty, for some reason, though it strikes him as the most accurate. his eyebrows furrow, momentarily, but he presses on regardless. “anyway, i like being taller than you. there’s a pretty small list of dudes i’m taller than, you know?” he gives kang a friendly nudge. “you get in. super exclusive club with no benefits, but it sure is a club."

it’s comfortable, being this close to kang, but colin still draws back a little. it’s like a safety measure, or something, he rationalizes. "france, huh? voulez vous coucher avec moi?” he half-jokes, a lazy smile growing on his face. “i’ve never been. and my french accent is fucking awful, as you now know – years of taking it in school and i can barely form a full sentence. honestly, though, i can’t imagine the eiffel tower being that fun, though – tourists everywhere, you know?” he says. it isn’t the nicest thing to say, and colin knows it’s not the nicest thing to say, but, well, it’s in the world now. he can’t take it back. “i say you show me the actual cool parts of france, and then i take you clubbing a few countries over. and don’t worry – i have enough of an alcohol tolerance for the both of us."

"it was fun, yeah,” colin breathes, chest tightening – the good part’s coming and he can feel it. “melbourne’s, like, beautiful,” he adds, pretending as if he’s not obviously stalling. he smirks at kang’s compliment, then. “i do, don’t i?” he adds, much more confidently. he feels kang’s hand on his and leans in, just a little –

and then colin draws back, snatching his hand out from underneath kang’s and scooting a solid inch away. he can’t be touching kang right now, not after he pulled that out of who-knows-where. “don’t say shit like that, dude,” he hisses, as if the words i missed you were a slur. he feels his head swimming – it’s like he’s been punched in the gut, or like he needs a smoke, or three, reallybadly, or like all those times in ibiza where he’d just kind of take a thing without knowing exactly what it did. “the hell you think you’re doing? what do you think this is?”

Kang chuckles, he isn’t exactly too sure about how much shorter he is than Colin, just that he’s shorter. Actually, now that he’s thinking about, he’s shorter than most of the males here at Seongnam University, isn’t he? Huh, weird, he never realized he’s short. He knows he’s shorter than the average french man, but he’s korean and koreans are shorter statistically, though he’s also shorter than the average korean male. It doesn’t bother him though, he’s not insecure about his height, he never has been, he usually doesn’t think too much about it. “A few centimeters sounds right yeah” the male agrees while nodding. “Wow, the “shorter than Colin club”? I’m honored” he answers back, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

Kang raises an eyebrow as Coling speaks, it takes him a second, or well, way more than a second to understand what Colin is saying, but when he finally understands the french he chuckles, thereafter a small “ouais” escapes his lips. Kang nods as Colin confesses his french accent isn’t the best, a quiet “yes” he answers back, though not loud enough to interrupt the other as they speak. Kang pouts his lips, ruffles a hand through his own hair and leans a little back as the other turns down the offer of seeing the eiffel tower together. “I guess there would be a lot of tourists” he begins, reaching out a hand to play with his own hair “if you won’t join me I’ll see it by myself then” he finishes his sentence with, removing his hand from his hair. “Am I supposed to trust you being alone with drunk me?” he jokes, “I don’t know any of the cool parts of France, I think I’d like visiting some countries and go clubbing with you though”. 

“What are you like when you’re drunk?”

“Maybe I should visit Melbourne one day” I could make my uncle take me there, perhaps. Kang chuckles, rolls his eyes and then looks at Colin again, Colin got so much confidence, at least compared to Kang. “You do, I could probably stare into them for hours”

“there you are!” yun goes straight towards the other male, swinging one hand around his shoulders in an overly friendly manner. the tug of his lips is a little wider than he’s used to and the closeness feels a little unfamiliar but if he has learned anything, it is to play his roles thoroughly. “thanks for waiting – i swear i wasn’t planning to stand you up.” he pays no heed to the woman, though his gaze does linger on her fingers against yeogeum’s neck for a brief moment but then he blinks and looks the other way. then, their eyes meet.

“ah, i’m sorry?” he has the nerve not to even look the least bit of apologetic when he finally acknowledges the woman. pauses, as if waiting for something but that something never comes. “do i know you?”

Suddenly Kang was missing his mom, like really really missing her. Kang has always, throughout his whole life basically constantly been in the state of missing his mom, he rarely ever gets to see her, but now? Right now he was missing her much more than he usually missed her, suddenly he wish she was here to get him out of this uncomfortable situation, even though he’s not entirely sure if she would get mad at him for not being able to get out of the situation himself. The woman in front of him, the older woman who’s constantly buying him drinks and touching him, obviously she’s trying to seduce him, but can’t she see that he doesn’t want to be seduced? That her “seducing” isn’t working.

The male gulps, looks around the bar again, just to see if there’s anybody who can get him out of the situation he’s in, even though he probably should be the guy who gets him out of this situation. He’s a man, he’s an adult, he’s brave, he should easily be able to get out of this situation, yet for some reason he isn’t, for some reason he’s still sitting here uncomfortably with the lady instead of leaving.

How many soccer players were safe from injuries? Never untouched? Never got kicked in the back, the shin? Never got a flying ball to their face? That’s right. There were none. But just because injuries on the field were inevitable, that also did not mean that it should happen.

God. The pounding in his head was strong. His cheeks felt hot. It did not hurt as much as the first few seconds ago but his whole head was feeling numb right now. He could bet that the left side of his face was tomato red. Julian squeezed his eyes shut to calm his racing heart, making sure to take deep breaths slowly. One, two, three. One, two, three. At that moment, it was just silence with Julian focusing on those breathing exercises but the voice from next to him broke the whole atmosphere. What is Kang saying? The injured male did not know if he should laugh or cry but he made sure to let the other know that he was very much alive and kicking. And right now, he wanted to gently kick Kang. “Yah..” Julian croaked before peeking up at the other with one eye open. “Fuck… you.. I’m still here. All attempts to eliminate me have been unsuccessful. Now can you help me up and take me to the infirmary please?”

It was panic that was rushing through Kang. Back at home in France when he kick the ball by himself he rarely ever hit anyone, actually if he was to hit to anyone it would be himself, and majority of the time it wouldn’t hurt nearly as badly as it seemed to hurt for Julian. For a second, or perhaps much longer than a second Kang was sure of the fact that he had just comitted his first murder, the other male falling to the ground like that? It could be nothing but death that had taken him. And in less than a second Kang managed to think about everything there could or would happen if Julian was dead, would Kang need to run away? Would he go to jail? Would his parents still love him? Could he continue going to Seongnam University?

The guy’s voice sounds wet and stuff when he speaks and Hyunwoo has to hold back a visible cringe because it just sounds so raw. Hearing how wrecked he sounds takes the edge off of the angry hornet’s nest that felt like it was sitting inside of Hyunwoo just a minute ago. Maybe some other people have things worse, maybe the shit’s that’s going on in his life isn’t really such a big deal after all. It’s thoughts like these that give him a reason to want to pull through, because he could be suffering so much worse. The perspective of seeing someone else’s shitty lot in life makes it easier to think that way. Otherwise, Hyunwoo didn’t think he’d be able to put up with his lot.

“Got a little— just a smidge of something on, uh, your face, that’s all,” he swings his backpack around to his front and digs inside of it for a packet of tissues that he holds out to the guy. He bounces lightly on the balls of his feet, trying to find an outlet for all his nervous energy. But then again, he also doesn’t want to seem like he’s in a rush to just abandon the crying guy when he does, well a part of him does, want to help if it’s possible. He tamps down on the fidgeting a little and ends up tapping his feet instead.

“Life’s a son of a bitch, right? It’s always fucking us over,” he says, a little inanely, and a lot lost about what one does when one comes across a fellow human being crying their eyes out. The part of him that wants to help is screaming obscenities at his lack of tact, and the part of him that wants to be at least 20 feet away from every human being is cackling in a far too gleeful manner. What does he even think he’s going to accomplish reaching out?

TW: negative thoughts, crying, suicidal thoughts

For a second Kang wonders if it would help if he ran away, if upon this stranger seeing him he just ran away, perhaps that could make sure the stranger hadn’t seen his face too much, or perhaps that would take away some of the weight there suddenly was on his heart. He didn’t exactly know where he wanted to run away, perhaps back to his dorm, despite knowing his roommate would be there. Or maybe he would run away from everything, from this campus and this school, sure he loves it, he’s never experienced anything like Seongnam University, but he still feels as scared of his parents as he did before. And for a second the thought of running all the way to the ocean and drowning struck his mind, but for nothing more than a second.

Kang looks slightly up seeing the stranger’s hand out of corner of his eye, though he soon enough looks down again “thank you” he responds to the other’s action, though he does not take the tissue. For some reason it would make him feel weak, make him feel weak just taking a tissue from a stranger.