#fallenupcn

  Her parents neither knew of it yet nor would they approve, their friends had a hunch but nobody said anything because it seemed obvious. And in a way, it was. A-Yeon could loosen up in school, albeit only slightly. Being with Sihyun made her stronger but knowing that her parents had only ‘the best’ in mind, the girl kept it a secret. Just like last night, when they asked about her grades, about boys, it sent an uneasy sting through her body --- something only her boyfriend could fix. Sighing, A-Yeon waited at their usual spot in school, hugging her legs until something covered her eyes. “Ah--- I wonder who it is?”

            “no, no-- i’m not from around here. i mean, i am NOW.” kitty, a complete newbie to the city, decided that it would be a good idea to explore. her sister had insisted on going with her to show her all that she knows but the younger was insistent on doing it on her own. (“i’m an independent woman now, daph.” oh, she wished.) “your directions aren’t exactly the most useful when i don’t know what those streets are so, uh... is there someone better versed in navigation that i can talk to?” 

       ❝ look what i made for you. ❞  the female reveals bunch of bunny-shaped muffins that were hidden underneath the tablecloth. they don't resemble rabbits at all, unsymmetric ears, topping spilled here and there. they actually turned out worse than siobhan thought. the joyous spark in her dark eyes gradually disappears as she realizes how screwed up they are. it was supposed to be a cute surprise, a really really cute one because she looks like bunny and she made sweet eatable bunnies — bunnies everywhere for her love.  ❝ and...uhm, ❞ siobhan places a necklace with a little bunny pendant in front of them. ❝ this too. ❞ if the other thinks that's all, they are certainly wrong. though siobhan isn't as confident in her gifts and surprises as before. / @fallenupcn​ !

Samuel ran his fingers through his hair, incredibly lost in his own explanation of the situation that was unfolding. “You know? I thought I had a fantastic grip on the situation at hand, but I can’t figure out how to explain what just happened. Like. At all.” He snickered, shaking his head a bit as he continued to mess with his hair. “I genuinely wish I knew what I was saying, but I can’t figure out what to say anymore. It’s almost like I forgot how to speak at all for a minute there.” 

He turns his head to the female shortly after closing the book, and openly expresses his curiosity with a raised eyebrow. “Or... quieter than usual” his smile seems oddly calm and neutral for someone who wouldn’t interrupt his own reading even if he was begged to, but had done exactly that just to talk to Mina. “Is there anything bothering you? Or are you simply lost in thoughts you’re unwilling to share?”

    May it be coincidence, fate or just the result of a friend dragging you to a club ---- the odds that Benjamin would even go to such a place AND meet someone whom he’d ask for a date were naturally ... non-existent. The young author had no intentions thus, he probably felt more surprised than his actual date that HE asked to meet her again. Audrie was funny, special and beautiful yet Benjamin knew not to get ahead of himself. So he was waiting in front of the Coex Aquarium, nervously pacing back and forth and when he finally spotted her, the male waved his hand. “I’m here!”

   “Quick---- can you tell me if I look like an intellectual? I need to fool my professor and tons of other students next week while talking about the meaning behind my paintings.” A nervous sigh left his lips at his attempt to be funny when eventually, his shoulders sunk and Bomin shrugged it off. “It’s no use. I can paint but I can’t talk. Ever feel the same way? Or at least, similar?”

  It was difficult to look him in the eyes because the moment she'd do so was the moment she’d burst into tears -- and Karen never cried. Not even when Mufasa died ( she was genuinely sad but this girl simply doesn’t shed tears ). How could the ballerina tell him though, that her parents were planning to move away, that she wouldn’t see him at school or meet up as usual? This indeed brought pain to her troubled little heart, something she experienced for the first time. “I.... uhm, sorry. Nothing’s wrong, really. Just a bad day at practice.” Lies, lies and again, lies.