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coffee eyes by the wonder years

-- ryleejung

After a long day of dance, and a day of pestering calls from his mother, Taemin is exhausted -- both physically and emotionally. His steps drag as he walks home, and he heaves a quiet sigh to himself as he thinks back to the conversation he had with his mother, shifting his bag to rest more comfortably upon his shoulders. "You haven’t called in weeks," She had said, but her tone wasn’t sad or disappointed. She was tired, because he hadn’t been around to kiss up to her and do her dirty work for her.

He huffs, halting his steps outside of his favorite cafe and deciding that the best way to cure his tired state is to get a nice cup of coffee. He opens the door, listening to the bells above it chime as the scent of pastries and coffee beans hit his nose, and he greets the staff that he’s come to know with a small smile. He’s quick to order an Americano and a muffin before paying and stepping aside to wait for his order.

Daisy:How old were you when you had your first kiss?

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     A Summer night, 21:47. Gray needed to breathe, get away from the environment. Therefore deciding to take a stroll around the AOMG building was the best idea, since he couldn't go far, and had to get back to work as schedules were tight. Although he hadn't imaged himself being this busy, Gray had never complained, the fact that his talent had slowly becoming widely recognized was more than he could ask for. His hard work was paying off. But at times, it felt overwhelming. Of course, he wasn't the only producer around in AOMG, but recently, he'd been the one receiving more of the contracts with producing songs. Gray wasn't the one to turn them down from fear of not living up to expectations. He was the type to rise over any obstacles, and that was him being persistent.

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69: Just five more minutes. 

"Hey, hangout with me. It's a demand, princess."

She stared at her phone for a long while after the message was sent to her, though the smile on her face growing a size at the realisation that it was Rylee. The last time they spoke was way, way back and needless to say, she missed the girl's company more than most of many things. Quickly, she texted back with a short 'yes, sure!' which sounded a lot less enthusiastic than what she initially had in her head. Without wasting much time, she headed towards the female's place.

It took less time than she expected as she was practically quickening her pace at every move. Standing in front of her room, she gave the door three knocks, standing and waiting with her hands laced behind her back. As soon as she opened up, she was greeted with a charming smile which made her return a sweet one, wrapping her arms around the other before making her way inside the room. 

Movies. They decided on watching movies -- Aster had never been a huge fan of movies since she usually doesn't have a long attention span, but somehow, she manages to rewatch A Walk To Remember and The Notebook almost anytime ever. Though, the other decided on a movie which she has never heard of. Forcing herself to stay awake half way through the movie, she quietly fell asleep, head resting on Rylee's shoulder, hair framing her face as her eyelids were squeezed shut. 

Aster couldn't remember how long she slept for, but for some reason, she felt someone shaking her shoulders like it was the end of the world, that, or the house was on fire and Rylee needed her to wake up. Not moving an inch, she reached out to push the female's cheek, groggily whining at the fact that she doesn't have any intention of moving, not even a centimeter. She then started mumbling, words jumbled at the tip of her tongue. 

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