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"Three." Mark whispers to himself as he glare a hole through the calendar that was hanging in the staff room. His alone time with the anime-themed calendar was cut short by the farewells and goodnights of the employees, signaling that he too, should go home.

  "Four.", he sighs as he locks the main door of the café the following night, as if to keep track of something. His employees are shouting his name from across the street, telling their employer to hurry up. Oh I promised I'd go drinking with them tonight, huh.He then runs towards them and went home at dawn.

  Five, he thought to himself as he watch the employees cleaning up and getting ready to close the café. They left one by one, but Mark stayed for a while before locking up, as if whatever he was waiting for would come at 10 pm.

  "I guess it's not too early to declare this the sixth", Mark launched himself on top of the counter, receiving a nudge from one of the employees "Boss, coffees and sweets go there, not your ass." and when Mark does not move, he continues. "What's with you and numbers anyways? You've been counting who knows what almost a week ago." Mark winces, he was unfocused the whole day, messing up orders and even shattering a glass. As a result, he's now loitering behind the counter as a request from his employees to stop being a liability. Before he could answer the question, the head barista held his waist and slides him sideways with enough force to keep him from blocking one of the drippers, while at it, they also answered for the surprised owner. "It’s probably because that guy stopped coming, you know, that regular who imprinted his ass already at that couch", he then points with his lips at the corner couch without lifting his gaze from the coffee he's making.

  It took an hour and a half of discussions in between serving customers and cleaning tables, Mark finally gave in to the suggestion of calling the person in question, seeing that 1) Mark seems to notice his presence and the lack of it greatly and; 2) He has this person's mobile number. Grabbing his coat, he retreated outside and leaned against the café window. He then proceeds to scroll down his contacts till a familiar name appears, accompanied by a blurry contact picture. With a deep breath, he pressed call, waited what was like forever and once the line was finally alive, he spoke.

     Chanyeol did everything that he normally did: woke up two hours before class, took a quick shower, grabbed a cup of coffee from Seoltang cafe, sat at the fourth seat from the left of the third row in the lecture theatre (so he would still be close enough to hear the lecturer clearly but also keep the complaints of his height at bay). 

     However, the only difference today was that he had forgotten to check his e-mail before class started. And if he did, he would have known that they had a guest alumni lecturer this morning. And he wouldn’t be internally fanboying freaking out when he did realize who the guest alumni lecturer was. 

     For the next three hours, Chanyeol scribbled his notes down with jittery hands, making his normally bad handwriting look absolutely abominable. Yet, it was the least of his concerns -- especially when the blackened screen signaled the end of the lecture. Carelessly shoving his notebook and pen into his backpack, he barely managed hasty apologies before stumbling against the current of exiting students to the front of the room. 

     “Hey!” He sounded short of breath, a wide, expectant smile plastered on his face as he came face to face with no other than Lee Taemin, the senior that had left more than just an impression on him before he graduated. “Taemin-sunbaenim, I don’t know if you remember me - it’s Chanyeol, by the way - I really enjoyed your lecture this morning - Do you uh, by any chance have some time for coffee? I’d love to discuss more of this with you!” 

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Everything turned upside down in a blink of an eye. She had been now trailing through that endless maze for what seemed an hour and she only stopped once, when her eyes contemplated a very familiar thunderstorm miles away. She froze in her place as she watched with disbelief. This is a dream, he's not here, he cannot be here. She shook her head, still deciding to investigate whatever was beyond those lightnings and thunders. The walls that led the way were too smooth and trimmed for her to be able to climb them, annoyed at every turn and outraged at every dead end. Until she finally managed to be closer to the nature show and she slowly peeked at the end of the wall, her eyes widening when she saw his figure. 

Taemin... Zeus....  She dashed to hide herself, repeating words of skepticism as her body slide to make herself sit against the wall. If this was a dream, well it had to be a dream since it was the only logical explanation behind this messed up situation. Yuju had never dream, not after Hecate awakened and yet, she wasn’t surprised to find him in her very first dream. Her mind rushed to find a way to make sense in any of that, still an illusion, she wasn’t able to face him so suddenly and it was only with the brief sight of a sparkle of light in the distance that she manages to calm slightly. 

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only when the warm sunshine pierces through the window and eventually the rays wash over his eyelids, immediately vexing his nerves and spreading a wince of repulsion across his face, seunghoon comes to his senses. more or less. unwillingly opening his eyes, he squints them as he attempts to recognize the surroundings. though what firstly falls into his sight is his shirt laying inches away from him on the floor.

his back hurts horribly, not to mention the booming headache. fuck. trying to bring himself to a sitting position, he groans in a rather exaggerated manner and upon noticing taemin and the empty bottles scattered nearby, now he knows both of them let go of any possible limits last night. what he hopes for is that they managed to maintain some dignity, nonetheless.

no. nothing like that could happen between them. or so he wants to convince himself at all costs.

if he made an effort to recall anything, it would still be a failed attempt. currently his memory seems to be a black hole; not even excerpts from their excesses flash through his mind. it leaves him pretty nervous, in fact, and seunghoon is rarely the one to feel so.

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waking up in a holding cell was not one of the things jimin had planned for this morning. needless to say– he was a little more than surprised at the sudden event, and the throbbing headache he has now definitely isn’t helping. in shock, he looks around to notice another man laying on the other side of the cell, and memories of the previous night flash through his mind. there was… yelling. cans of beer. pains across his face. and– oh yeah– police sirens before the memory goes dark.

regret begins to set in. jimin knows he does dumb shit when he’s drunk, but now that he’s gotten himself in a cell– this was a whole different kind of stupid. he sighs, bringing his hand up to his face to rub newly acquired bruise. his sides hurt too, as if he’d been kicked by a horse, but with little thought he realizes he was probably kicked by a man rather than horse. it was no coincidence the man across from him was also bruised up. jimin could only guess that he’d been fighting that man.

when he sees the other man begin to shift around, he clears his throat– a bit awkwardly. "it’s nice to see you here.”

The easiest way is to do little things for her because she always wants to give thanks. Bring her a cup of tea at work, cook for her, skinship, put things up neatly, or even just saying the right things can earn you most affectionate moves out of her. Jieun would honestly use any moment possible to be affectionate. 

Jieun has always loved soft rainfalls with sunshine still all around because they’re peaceful and also giving plant’s a spa day.