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It takes him by surprise to be approached one day, only for compliments to fly in his direction.

Such a rare occurrence this was, it was near impossible for color to not rise to his cheeks – he grew flustered. A shy smile forms onto his lips as he listens to the words of the man that approached him, finding it endearing to see someone speak so passionately about topics related to the Chinese culture – language and various other notions alike. Shyness is quick to fade, turning into surprise as a request is made, which displayed onto his features clearly – he was transparent.

The other potential – Cha Hakyeon, as Lu Han comes to learn – has been interested to learn Chinese and study the country’s vast culture, but his luck seemed unfavorable until then. With shyness that would only match that of the elder from mere moments back, the raven haired male confessed the reason behind his failure in following through with the various courses that were found around town; money was an ever-present issue. The explication does nothing more than further convince Lu Han to try and offer aid.

A couple of details are discussed by the two before the final arrangements are made.

As a result, Lu Han finds himself navigating through the male dorms just a few days later. In spite of the fact that it was weekend, the surroundings were as quiet as ever – curious. Nonetheless, this was good news for the two men that were planning on delving into studying; the quieter, the better. For a first lesson, Lu Han considered going over a couple of basic notions, such as tones and the stroke order, as it would serve as an introduction for what would later come, both in terms of writing and holding conversations. There were details which he had to check together with Hakyeon beforehand, though that was something which would come soon enough.

“I was not aware that the tape you bought was double-sided and I know it’s supposed to make everything easier but I can’t get it off of my fingers and I’ve ripped my paper in the middle of wrapping about three times now.” His chin rests over the curve of Hakyeon’s shoulder, observant as hands fold over the edges of red and gold and he sighs because it’s effortless and he’s a mess and there’s no words, just a sense of concentration that he lacks, lingering in the air as yet another package is neatly sealed up and decorated with a bow. “Maybe my expertise lies within gift bags and wads of strategically placed tissue paper,’ Seungyoun says through a growing smile, tremors shaking his chest in the form of hearty laughter. There were never many opportunities throughout his life to wrap presents since his parents would personally take those matters into their own hands. His own gifts conveniently would come in their default green and red packaging, the holiday versions of the normal exteriors being enough for him to give to others.

This year is different and maybe it’s the new people or the new atmosphere that makes him want to change his lazy habits but he figures that there’s no wrong time or way to learn skills he’ll need for the rest of his life. He just wishes the tasks to be less tedious because fun quickly turns into frustration and it’s nothing like what the movies make it seem, people looking forward to wasting paper and slaving over aesthetics. A little part of him wonders, albeit ever so slightly, if Hakyeon is one of those people. The type to find solace in that sort of labor because it’s done for a certain cause, to bring joy to others even in the smallest forms.

Watching a fixated profile, brown eyes that the light melts into like cream into coffee, Seungyoun would say he’s never met a person that the mindset would suit any better. “You’re a natural.” but it’s not just in the wrapping, it’s in the notions that accompany it. It’s in the minuscule things that people take for granted, that his friend shines the brightest and he’s aware now, probably far too aware of how hard someone could work just to make one day, or even one moment as perfect as it could possibly be. So he wraps confident arms around Hakyeon’s torso and holds tightly onto the man and the impossibly human magic he gives, squeezes as though both would escape him any second because ‘thank you’ is too common and vague of a word and gratitude is most pungent when it underlies the concept of necessity. Little stolen chances for admiration to overflow.

She tries and ultimately fails to hideher excitement at the thought of being able to decorate a gingerbread house,and with Hakyeon to boot. Hyeyeon always sits properly, but today she sitsespecially erect with her hands on her lap and legs slowly swinging back andforth. The comforting scent of gingerbread fills her nostrils and she immediatelyturns around, her eyes glistening with excitement as he finally brings out thehouse.

Hyeyeon’s lips press into a thin lineto stop her goofy beam as she admires the house’s construction. “Hakyeon-oppa,it turned out so nice!” She tentatively reaches out to poke the door with onemanicured nail. “Can I decorate it now?” She grins, reaching across the tablefor a pipe of frosting and takes the tip to one corner of the roof, but pausessuddenly.

“Wait, did you want to decorate it acertain way? I want to put lots of gumdrops on the roof.” The mention of candycompels the girl to grab a bright green gumdrop between her fingers and pops itinto her mouth. She’s still chewing when she adds, “I’ve never actually made agingerbread house before. Do you think it’ll turn out nice?” The perfectionistin the child rears its ugly head as she pouts sadly at the plain house.

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Jonghyun stared at the screen at a loss for words. They were friends, yes, and Hakyeon was a good ( looking ) guy, yeah, but Jonghyun wasn’t sure if the other really wanted to cross into that territory. Not that he’d say no, ( as if he’d say no to anyone, let’s be real ), just Jjong is never good at “taking hints” or whatever it’s called.

He also didn’t know if he was overthinking it, so he went for a typical response.

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Most students preferred attending cram schools. Some even went to study cafes so they could complete their homework and studies in silence while still surrounded by the pleasing atmosphere of a café. More often than not, young, studious students looking to get into a top tier university did not go to a regular café for their studies.

Cho Hyeyeon was not like most students. For starters, most high schoolers were not potentials with supernatural powers, and even amongst this miniscule population, most did not have the ability to enhance their own memory for personal benefit like Hyeyeon did. It made school an academic breeze, and at this point any public show of studying or doing homework was a pretense to uphold her studious image than to actually memorize the formulas and concepts. They were already ingrained into her memories.

He looks up casually; his face immediately contorts into a questioning,confused expression. “Is it…?” Sanghyuk reaches up with one hand and easilybrushes his fingers against the sprig of mistletoe, and his expression doesn’tchange as he answers, “Ah, but I think it’s fake?”

When he looks down, the younger man breaks out into a boxy smileat his partner’s put-off frown. His eyes flit to the outer corners of hisvision, and he raises both arms up in defense. “I just wanted to point it out! Ah,but does the tradition still count if the mistletoe is fake?” He feignscuriosity, one hand lightly cupping his chin before he bursts out into amusedlaughter. He’s still laughing when he gently pushes away Hakyeon’s swatting hands before placing both his arms on the older man’s shoulders.

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There’s so much to do today. So much to hack, so much to see, and oh, how she loved the view (of what’s displayed on her screen, of course). Even before the manifestation of her powers, Jennie had always viewed computing as a work of art that only the very elite could appreciate (the elite being her and her father—as well as a few others, she includes as an afterthought). And as someone who’s drawn by beautiful things, she, like her father, had dedicated her entire life to the art of computing, and she supposes in a theoretical way, it has become her job, too. Naturally, an occupation as taxing as theirs requires a lot of stamina, so that is the reason why Jennie is coffee shop bound on an early morning.

When she walks into the coffee shop, the first thing that greets her is the relaxing aroma of coffee. She breathes it in like a drug, her eyes shut to remove that unneeded method of perception—she hears that removal of one of the five senses will increase the efficiency of the other four, and Jennie is the type of person who will believe near everything she reads on the internet, which may very likely be her potential downfall—and when her eyelids part, they’re focused on the cute cashier she’s well acquainted with.

She bounces to the front, pushing past whoever was about to get in line—because she’s here now, and she wants her coffee now—to meet Hakyeon.

“Hey, my precious cutie poo!” she sings as her features scrunch up in a nauseatingly cute smile, “the salt of the Earth, light of my life, future father of my children and provider of the best drug that I’ve ever tasted since sliced bread—”

Her arms fold and rest on the top of the cashier machine as she makes loud kissy faces at him.

“Can I pretty please get a free mocha with whipped cream today? Extra-large! I am, after all, the love of your life,” she pleads, and her lips pucker into a pout as her eyelids flutter, “just for your baby boo!”