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║ send one for my muse’s reaction… ( x ) ; accepting!  ║      ▤ = falling asleep on them .

    » it wasn’t the first time both the cat&dog couple of YG had spent time outside of the studio together; unlike many portrayals of them in the media and press, they actually got along most of the time (keyword, most!), and considered one another a best friend. they saw each other whenever they could, since the woman’s schedules were all over the place in preparation of her album, and his own events varied from day to day.

the choice for the evening, though, had consisted of a netflix marathon of one of chaerin’s favorite shows, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, (he’d remembered! wasn’t he such a good friend?) which had taken them from the early afternoon to the shadowy evening, approaching midnight. both artists were laying on the couch, staring at the television in front of them with tuckered expressions. seunghyun was adjusted near one of the cushions, having given his friend her distance in case she’d want to lie down or curl up. a hand came up to his face, rubbing at his left eye as a yawn escaped his lips, before he felt a shift in movement and added weight to his side. he glanced over at her, about to question her with a light tease ready, until he realized that she’d evidently fallen asleep, and had gotten comfortable against him. a smile graced his features, holding back a light chuckle that wanted to escape his lips. even if he’d never admit it outright, he always thought that the woman was adorable from time to time, and this was one of those moments, since he could really see the relaxed persona of lee chaerin: not the CL everyone could spot easily with her stage presence and her loud voice, screaming, ‘make some noise!!’ (fun times!!).he snapped out of his random thoughts when he heard a light noise from her, and he realized the show was still going, and was perhaps loud and could wake her up any moment. frowning, her reached out with his free arm and took hold of the remote, easily clicking the ‘off’ button to shut down the television. seunghyun yawned lightly, scrunching his nose a bit. should he pick her up and take her to her room and lay her there? no, she might wake up, and perhaps bicker at him for doing so. (better to avoid that.) he puffed his cheeks and just decided to stay there, and with a bit of adjustment, he wrapped an arm loosely around her to keep her in place before his head moved against hers, comfortable with the position. closing his eyes, his body relaxed, he simply mumbled,

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Her attempt at being humor usually always failed. At least, so it seemed. Even if it did manage to make people laugh it usually wasn’t the way she had wanted it to go. It was either because she was too awkward, or it was just such a lame attempt that everyone couldn’t help but laugh. This time was probably one of the times where she was just being too lame to handle, and that’s why Chaerin had laughed. All she wanted to do was lighten up the situation, and she succeeded...somewhat. “It was kinda like a metaphor I think? I’m not sure--I tried my best. I just wanted to make this more light-hearted, and I kinda did! You laughed.” 

Even though she had failed, she still clapped her hands together and laughed along with the other. There was no use being down about it. There was always a next time, and she hoped to have improved by the time that came around. “You’re right. You’re definitely right--I think that was just a bad example of trying to give love lessons. I’m not too good at that myself.”

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From the sunrise of their acquaintance to the evenings of delight; it was nothing close to perfection, but more into a mistake. Daejoon will not deny that given lingering moment whereas he considered being faithful to her, albeit the aggravating distance and lack of trust from one another expectedly drifted their souls apart. Nevertheless, there were sunsets where he yearned from the same old sensation of her fingertips against his bareness, and the warmth of her voice tickling his eardrums. Those lonely midnights where the only name he could remember is her.

Mistake, it is. But isn’t humans developed in this world to itch their lives into a continuous cycle of failure for them to grow up and learn? Tonight, Daejoon will be a good student. And she will be his teacher. A lesson. A classroom. Them.