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the group of boys were filled with laughter, sitting in the common area of the hyeon mu dorms and woosun stood with his hands wrung in front of him as he watched them shoot comments back and forth. inside jokes about this girl and that party and which teacher was bothering them. his body was leaned up against the arm of the chair, smiling whenever they seemed to express delight and laughing along when they shared a joke, even if he didn’t understand. most of the time he didn’t understand. they filled the conversation with topics and things he didn’t quite grasp yet. they were new friends, ones he’d made when he got drunk at a party and he’d been on the way out to train when one of their arms were over his shoulder, dragging him with them. even when he brought up baseball practice, they tossed words back and forth followed with barks of laughter, and asked him if he wanted to hang out with them or not.

as the topic shifted to the upcoming exams, they began to express their concern over their grades and slowly they leaned in closer. woosun’s mind drifted, not entirely worried about what marks he would be getting or the tests ahead. it was likely he wouldn’t do well no matter how he tried, so he tried not to think about it. that was until a hand was connected to his back, snapping him to look at one of the other males. “woosun’s the fittest of us! he could do. can’t you woosun?” the boy asked, expectation rising as everyone looked at the sixteen year old who was in a daze. his lips parted as he looked between them and gathered the courage to ask. “do what?” his fingers rubbed at the back of his neck as he let a laughter that was more related to awkwardness than happiness.

“break into the teachers room and steal the tests, so we can memorize them.” this was whispered in a lower tone, a secret that the boys were sharing. no matter how badly woosun had done, he knew it was wrong to cheat. bad things happened to people who cheated. he honestly thought they were joking with him, which was why his brows knitted together and he coughed a laugh. “woosun? no way. look at him. he’s a little baby. he’d ruin it,” one of the other boys chimed in, and woosun swallowed down. he wasn’t a baby, but he didn’t want to steal the tests either. another weak bubble of a chuckle in his throat as he wipes his hands on his jeans and nods. “i’m not very good at that stuff--” but he was cut off when the boy spoke again, insisting. 

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Granted, he’d been sleeping well without his old roommate's alarm clock.

But then again, waking up was really off-putting when he now had nobody to blame.

Sluggish and little to no movitvation, Daehwan managed to dress into a pair of trainers (definitely not washed) and a sweatshirt, to withstand the brisk chill of a Sunday morning at seven o’clock. His bag was then slung over his shoulder to start what he liked to call “a boosting mechanism”. 

It was often that he’d spend a Sunday morning with Leo to get some extra practice in, work on footwork (in which the younger was far more superior) in his casein regards to his previous injuries. Every Sunday morning, he’d stifle a yawn as he walks across campus to the soccer field, the early day’s dew adding a shine to his cleats.

Ten hates dealing with drunk people, they swear, kiss you, remain silent, and everything that feels like he has all that box of chocolates thing-- never knowing what you’re gonna get. But Leo--Leo’s that one in a million person whom Ten is actually relieve to have met, may that be during an awkward time when Ten hears a knock on his room, and having to answer a drunk stranger. 

And an overly annoyed Ten turns into a deep conversation with the unknown student, and it turns into 'by the way I’m Ten and you are?'

레오, that’s what Leo writes, and Ten finally understands.

The whole thing turns into a routine, minus the drunk Leo, of course. By that point, Ten gets the most comfort from this minimal communication. And he doesn’t know why, but he starts studying how to sign, keeping it a secret from his friend for a few months. But one day, he feels like it’s time to finally test it to the main reason why he actually studied it in the first place.

So, there he is, waiting on the bleachers of the soccer field as he watches his friend finish training. Thankfully, Ten has no basketball training for today, so he chooses to spend his free time on his friend instead.  

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Usually when Eunji is seen roaming around in the library out of other places, it could have been that the practice room is currently occupied or she’s just tired of staying in her room for too long. Her favourite is always at the very end of the room where it is a little secluded and away from most people. A while ago she was sitting there with her phone in her hands, her earphone plugged in (she has to listen to the music no matter what) as her fingers quickly tap on the black tiles (currently she’s playing Piano Tiles) that appear on her mobile screen. She has no idea but her focus isn’t there, she has been tapping on the wrong places all over and this causes her to groan softly—somehow gaining stares from the students sitting nearby. She could only bow her head in apology for being a distraction out of nowhere.  

“I’m already out of lives? Unbelievable,” she mutters under her breath before leaning against her chair, letting out a soft sigh afterwards. Leaving her bag on the table, she decides to get up and look around and see if she could get any random book to read. But the question is would she even read? If she remembers it well, she has borrowed a few books from the library the past week in hopes she could finish them but they ended up being a decoration on her study table. "I’ll read them soon.” Those words are only said but not done. Brushing her fingers through the collection of books arranged neatly on the shelf, her eyes moving like a scanner as she reads the tittles. That’s when she realizes this section is not her forte.  

“Damn, this is the science section. No wonder nothing seems fun enough.” 

Moving on to the next shelf, her face is lit up by a cheeky smile when she finally comes across the literature section: her favourite. When is the last time she has read a book on this? She has no idea. Probably she should spend less time on playing piano and get involved more with books. This time she already has a title in her mind, somehow she remembers a friend recommending this book to her before. “What was it again, Words and Blue? That doesn’t sound right. Words In Blue? That’s not it either.” Maybe if she looks through the books here she would find it. After a minute or two of browsing through the hundreds of literature books, she thinks she could have found the book she’s looking for. “Words In Deep Blue,” she says out, her smile stretching from ear to ear before she realizes that the book is high enough for her to reach it. Oh, uh. Even if she tries hard, she doesn’t think she’ll ever get that far, at least not with this pair of legs.