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He effectively knocks down the life-sized cardboard cutout of the newest popular idol on his way out of the music store, gets e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e.’s attention, of course, and only has the time to apologize and place said idol in place again. The manager gives him a disapproving look before he shakes his head in what looks like both despair and resignation. ‘How can you be so clumsy in your daily life, but so damn coordinated when you dance?’ he can hear his sister ask as if she doesn’t know, as if she isn’t used to it or hasn’t been for the past seventeen years of their lives. Jongin doesn’t have a definite answer for that either, he is just naturally clumsy, he can’t help it. A pig in a room filled with fine china would probably make less damage. 

He kisses her cheek when they part ways, waves at her when she tells him she needs to head back to school for her last class. “Be careful on your way back. Call me if you want me to pick you up.” He says, but she dismisses him quickly because she is the oldest even if it’s only by a few minutes, yet he acts like the protective older brother twenty-four seven. 

The next bus takes him to his next destination - and the last one before he can call it a day. Dance practice is a religious routine for him even though he is in the dance club at school and he has practices there, it’s still different. He is still paying for this one - or at least he pays for half with what he makes by working in the music store (the one he tries not to destroy every day with his flailing long arms) while his dad covers for the other half. Jongin never missed one day of practice and sometimes his father calls him out on it, jokingly saying that if he was as dedicated to his studies as he is to his dance, he wouldn’t be tenth place in his class (luckily he stopped hoping for a higher ranking within the whole school or he’d be for embarrassing. having a teacher for a father and being just borderline average at school was not an easy thing to live with). He can’t help it that his interests are far from ever being related to math formulas or difficult literary texts. Still, maybe he can manage some scholarship with his dance if he actually needs to apply for college - ‘if’ that offer he has on the table happens to fail. If not, he thinks he might have his future written in golden lettering and he hasn’t even hit the adult age yet. 

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It was a hot day outside. The sun was shining and there was not a single cloud in the sky. If you looked outside you would see people walking around in their shorts and tank tops enjoying the heat. If you continued looking you would see that one guy still in jeans and a sweater and wonder how is he not dying from the heat. Well he was. 

There was a reason why he continued to wear those kinds of clothes even in the heat. He hated openly showing any kind of skin in his body that wasn’t his hands or face. He did not want others to see the imperfections of his body.

Takeru tried his best to stay in the shade but even then it was still hot outside. No matter where he went he could not escape this heat. He wouldn’t have even left his warehouse at all if could. But he had to. He had a busy few days coming up and he needed to obtain some sort of caffeine. Luckily he had a few dollars saved for a moment like this. He wandered around the city trying to find a quaint little cafe where he could get himself a refreshing iced coffee. Maybe a good iced coffee would cool him down. 

There he finally found the perfect cafe and slipped inside. The AC felt so good against what little skin was showing. He approached the counter quickly looked and what he could buy. He groaned and hung his head as the only thing he could afford was damned hot coffee. Did it really cost that much more to make keep coffee cold and throw a few iced cubes in it?