#bemason

joomi knows a lot about music. he's open-minded and will listen to anything once, and likes songs more often than he doesn't-- for the most part.

he doesn't know a lot about kpop. that's not to say he doesn't think it's music, he just...doesn't know. he's heard a few songs in passing that he likes and that ended up somewhere in one of his many playlists, but he couldn't tell you who sings them or the titles or how they even go at this point.

mason is the opposite. he's a huge kpop fan, and joomi respects it even if he doesn't relate. he always thinks it's nice to see people passionate about things (because he doesn't really relate to that either.)

he's been trying to convert joomi to a "kpoppie" for a while now, but this time he seems really determined, and joomi is in a curious mood, so he might be able to succeed this time. it's not like joomi actively wants to resist; it's just a lot of energy to actively get into new music, let alone a whole genre, even for someone that loves it as much as he does.

now, however, they sit in joomi's room, in front of his laptop, joomi's browser open on youtube and him in the driver's seat, mason free to give him instructions. "okay...what first?" he questions, and hopes he doesn't regret this. nah, he probably won't. mason has always done more good in his life than harm.

yuji's wiggling her fingers goodbye at her coworker behind the check in counter as she darts down the stairs. she's clocked out officially, and she's ready to go dart down to the store at the corner and grab something to eat before crashing inevitably. digging a hand into her tote, she double checks to see if she has her wallet and phone. it would do her no good to be locked out of the hostel without any money or a way to contact to get back in other than banging on the door. in the midst of these thoughts and her digging, she barely manages to catch herself in time from stumbling into someone heading towards the exit. staggering, she manages to tuck herself away, almost tripping down the last few steps.

 < @bemason >

skidding to a stop in front of the building, stevie stumbles a bit as he bounces off his board, but catches himself with a yelp. righting himself, he kicks up his board and tucks it under his arm carefully, moving to open the door of the studio. peering in, he bows his head in greeting, offering a cheerful hello! to the recognizable faces he sees.

stevie’s excited. he loves coming to dance class. sure, he gets a fair amount of dancing done at university too, but there’s been far too much book work lately for him to really enjoy it. today, it’s all about dancing-- and seeing friends. which he’s pretty stoked about,

ducking into the specified room, stevie move’s to the side of the room to find a place to stash his stuff. as he moves, he throws a scanning look over the room, expression lightening up at the sight of mason. a grin beginning to tug at the edges of his mouth, stevie carefully drops his board up against the wall and drops his backpack near it. he’s got some time before the class starts-- so he darts over to where mason’s lounging about.

—  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  a narrative revolving around intae and @bemason​​ !

sleep , sleep , sleep. it’s all intae can think about , as he’s running off four hours of sleep and had to struggle through hours of university lectures before finally being released from the torture that was his statistics class. he’d wasted no time dashing off campus , and into the hands of a place far more comforting - a nearby cafe , that was quick to greet him with the smell of pastries and promises of more energy. 

he’s not a big coffee drinker , but today’s an emergency, hence the male’s impatient taps as he awaits his coffee’s preparation. how hard is it to mix some coffee and milk, anyways ? his impatience causes his eyes to lazily trail over the coffee shop , doing some shameless people watching before they land on someone more . . . familiar.

wait . . . is that ? no, it couldn’t be. or wait . . . it actually could. a male on the other side of the room peaks intae’s interest , and if he’s right , the familiar face is the same one who’s streams he frequently watched whenever he had down time at home. being both prone to boredom and a careless spender , streamers who caught intae’s interest were almost always greeted with generous donations and conversation by an attention-seeking intae. and if he’s right , the customer on the other side of the cafe has to be -