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you would think that finding an empty practice room late at night would be easy, but today it wasn’t. perhaps everyone was feeling in need of one of the best stress relievers (in hyungseok’s opinion, of course). taking his time as he went down the hallway, he almost got annoyed with the lack of rooms. he came back to keisung, and this was what he got in return? well-- he didn’t exactly have the right to be upset, since it was his fault he left anyways, and hadn’t even bothered to keep touch with really anyone back here when he went off to the states. whenever his mood was less than satisfactory, he was known to push people away, and it wasn’t like he could’ve gone to see then anyways. but leaving keisung gave him many regrets, and he wanted to make amends. again and again, because he couldn’t stop fucking everything up. either way, he was here now, and he needed some credit for that. he felt so guilty, wrong being there, but he had a new determination to try to make this place a little bit better. snapping himself out of his thoughts, he continued down the hallway when he caught a familiar face. was that... c? it had to be-- and if he needed any more convincing, the sound of the piano through the (supposed to be) sound-proof walls was enough to make him walk in.

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Hyuksoo was on the way back to his dorm that morning, thankful his professor had cancelled class that day. He had been planning to get coffee from hipster territory but the minute he saw Tristan and Daewon together, he had immediately flipped—Tristan and Daewon together meant trouble for Hyuksoo. People often wondered how the three of them, all so different in personalities, were friends; frankly, Keisung shouldn’t give a shit.

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tae had quite enough of hospitals and doctors. sure, he had almost died after being shot in the gut, but he wanted to get out of the hospital as soon as possible, regardless of what people were telling him. so, as soon as he was able, he discharged himself and returned to keisung. he needed people to know he was okay, he needed to be there for his clique. while he trusted yifeng to be there for them while he was gone, tae knew he would much rather be there himself. 

and so things started to return to normal, though he was in pain and not doing basketball for the time being so he didn’t really damage himself, it was like nothing had changed. except maybe his mood had worsened. 

that particular afternoon he was up to his usual tricks of loitering around the place glaring at people. however, there were not many people around to glare at, which was slightly annoying. but there was someone who was starting to get on his nerves, her just standing there playing her music out loud like everyone wanted to listen to it. normally he might have ignored something like that, but that particular day he found himself stomping over to her, folding his arms across his chest. “Do you mind?”

Ryosuke often went overboard with his care, something his friends often called him out for. While much appreciated at times, his mother hen tendencies were also annoying. Even so, his ex was still shot and he appreciated Hyuksoo’s roommate for accommodating him. Ryosuke hasn’t even told Yongjoon about it yet.

Speaking of the freshman, the Japanese was currently waiting for her at the dorm rooftop; anywhere else was too close a call. In his hand was a smaller basket with tea and a husky plush toy with a small get well soon card in its mouth. The message on the card was typewritten and while he found it too distant, Ryosuke couldn’t risk Hyuksoo finding out it was from him.

Now he just needed C to arrive.

On his way to the library, Inae suddenly remembered that he had to buy some coffee. Turning left, he walked towards the desired room and entered, asking the woman behind the counter for an Iced Caramel Latte. He got a rather strange look out of her, considering that he was a regular customer that would always ask for hot coffee. As hot as possible, to be exact. Paying little to no mind to the incident, he got his coffee and left the place, heading towards the library once more, books in one hand, cold coffee in the other. Upon entering, he noticed just how empty the place was, something quite unusual considering the day and time. He took a look around, wanting to see if a certain someone was there. And she was; the girl that had stolen his coffee a few weeks ago. When he first went to the library, the only empty seat he could find happened to be next to a girl. C was her name, and she seemed rather friendly. As tired as she was, she still introduced herself and tried to initiate a conversation, despite Inae constantly shutting her down and remaining focused on studying. At some point, in order to avoid falling asleep on the table, the girl asked if she could have his coffee, to which he replied that it had gotten cold. “I prefer it cold anyway.” She said, and drank the entire thing within a matter of seconds. Snapping out of his thoughts, he walked towards her table and sat across from her, placing his books in front of him, and the coffee in front of her. “It’s gotten cold.” He spoke as he opened his book, not raising his eyes to look at her but for a moment.

In all of Areum’s life, she had never been away from her parents for more than a couple of days. When it hit her that she would be gone for semesters at a time, away from them, she started to spiral. Living such a sheltered life came with its consequences, where the dancer didn’t know what to do without them sometimes. Messing up her laundry, eating cafeteria food, no one greeting her when she came back from classes... it was lonely. She’s never missed them more. In short, Areum was homesick. It’s not to say the ballerina completely hated Keisung. Quite the contrary, the old establishment with its odd charm was starting to grow on her. It was normal to miss her parents.

When Areum especially felt gloomy, dancing was the only remedy for her loneliness. It was why she found herself pacing the practice room, a while until her dance club would meet. The music was flowing through the room, but she just wasn’t feeling it that day. Instead of being the disciplined ballerina dancer, she was at a loss. Although her lack of inspiration during these episodes wasn’t new, it was rather disheartening to her. Then, she had two things to be upset about; missing her parents and not finding the will to dance. Tears had started rolling down her face as the ballerina paced, the song playing very conveniently reminding her of her parents. When hearing the door to the practice room open up, she was quick to wipe her eyes to avoid the embarrassment. “Uh, hey.” she turned to look at the girl, recognizing her from the many dance club meetings. 

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Hyuksoo was determined to avoid everyone after that fight with Yongjoon. The second the fight was broken up by the staff, he immediately stood his ground and ready to defend himself. When the rebel leader had instead chosen to walk out, the brainiac scoffed and walked away himself—he already knew to whom the rebel bastard was running off to. Ignoring the calls from the staff, the brainiac had instead decided to go back to his dorm.