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come to find out, the dorms can be quite active during the night, students busking around due to a missed project with an approaching deadline, or those who simply couldn’t rest their eyes. hyunjae belonged to the latter category, too used to walking around in an attempt to exhaust himself or something along those lines. it never works, but he gets to meet interesting individuals at this time, so he supposes he couldn’t complain too much.

it almost became routine whenever he would run into miyoung, with the other heading back towards her room holding a bag of food. they’d make small talk sometimes, not too much that he’d hinder her late night consumptions, but enough for hyunjae to think that conversations like those weren’t bad to have once in a while.

tonight seemed to be a little different. for one, hyunjae nearly got himself locked in the kitchen when he stayed too long cooking—he wasn’t even entirely sure why he decided to do so at that time, seeing as there was no one who would taste his food this late into the night. regardless, he managed to get himself out with a filled lunchbox in hand, and no one to taste test, until he spotted miyoung in the corner of his eye.

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    It had been love at first sight. Gloved hands wrapped reverently around the object of his deepest affection as he settled atop, heart beating wildly in his chest. Purring rumbles beneath him only served to further quicken his pulse. She was sleek, shiny red and probably more than he could handle. Yep, definitely love. Sliding up the kickstand, Sunwoo twisted the throttle and took off on the dirt bike over a beaten trail.

All of his dreams and imaginings could not compare to the wild freedom he felt racing around the forest. Though he’d listened to the safety information thoroughly and even followed it for the first five minutes or so, soon the typically timid youth started pushing the machine faster the farther they went. In the back of his head the soft voice that constantly reminded him to check on his plants and brush his teeth started yelling warnings, but Sunwoo was well past listening. Spotting a few people hanging around the edge of the trail drove him to abandon caution even more, feeling dangerously reckless and cool for possibly the first time in his life.

Seeing a jump before him, the plucky youth gunned it. Everything happened so fast, it was mostly a blur, as though it hadn’t actually been him going through it. Before him had been the trail and then the sky as his bike popped up on one wheel. With a whump, Sunwoo found himself on the ground, breath completely knocked out of lungs and eyes blinking rapidly underneath the visor of his helmet in abject shock. The motorbike wobbled on its leftover momentum a few meters away before finally falling over. Not that he could even think to check on it.

“Holy cow…”

                          & MIYOUNG ,

he can say with full confidence that he does love his family. over the past few years, holidays have been fraught with tension at any mention of jiyul’s future prospects, but he’s mild-mannered enough to write it off as valid concerns. so, he loves his family—and he’d do anything for them to the extent possible, but there are times where jiyul needs his space in order to preserve his energy.

and this is one of them.

it’s the middle of dinner, and the end seems nowhere in sight. it’s been a while; he gets it. his older brother doesn’t get much time off from the airforce and miyoung's older sister’s busy too. it’s why they’ve made the trek to seoul—because it’s a special occasion, and as a collective that essentially grew up together, it only makes sense for them to meet. 

but he isn’t sure how much more he can take of the conversation, of the backhanded jabs, and—not to be rude, but—of his brother. 

feebly, trying his best not to be noticeable, jiyul gently knocks his ankle against miyoung’s to grab her attention. his older brother and miyoung’s older sister seem to be talking about something career-related. jiyul turns his head just vaguely enough to glance at miyoung, mouthing, should we go? 

it’s a question, but more than that, it’s a request. he’s sure miyoung will understand, and if she doesn’t understand, then hopefully she’ll sympathize. jiyul loves his family, loves his brother, but there’s something wholly unproductive about being indirectly lectured by him for an indefinite amount of time.

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when yoohyeon had first joined the tribune, she never imagined she’d be writing the kind of column she did. in fact, she’d had no idea what she even wanted to write for the school newspaper, considering all of her writing experience came from writing fiction. all she knew was that she loved writing, and she saw joining the tribune as a great addition to a future resume, though she often wondered if a resume would even help her get a job in the kind of field she wanted. were scripts picked up by big companies based on merits like education and extracurricular activities, or were they more based on the people you knew and the connections you had?

in any case, writing an advice column had never once crossed her mind, and yet, here she was, in her second year on the team, replying to anonymous letters under a pseudonym. in all honesty, she hadn’t known how to answer these things when she first started out, and she still doesn’t know what she’s doing now. she’s not quite as experienced as the persona she lives under while writing, and she mostly makes informed decisions based on other people’s lives, as well as the plethora of films and dramas she’s seen and books she’s read. still, even with all that knowledge in her head, she still finds herself stumped sometimes, and goes around asking for advice about giving advice, such as she is doing now.

she spots miyoung first and foremost as she wanders around, an elder member of the tribune, and someone she hasn’t interacted with too much but doesn’t find too intimidating or mean. still, she approaches tepidly, a warm smile on her lips. “um, miyoung?” she calls out the her senior with a meek wave of her hand. “have you got time?”

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 — ‘ ⋆ ˚｡ she’s been told that american films and media tend to stereotype cheerleaders as vicious, shallow, petty, and obsessed with drama. jiah wholeheartedly believes that those who write cheerleaders like that are not cheerleaders themselves. sure, there’s some merit to this stereotype, but the sport is quite a bit more difficult than most would imagine. so where are the films that show this side of cheerleading? the side where practice is brutal-- where it’s easy to injure yourself because people are being thrown up into the air and they could possibly fall on you. but jiah digresses. she doesn’t have time to complain over matters like this. 

it’s not uncommon for the team to grab a bite to eat after a long, strenuous practice and while jiah often rejects the offer to go with the team, she decided that it would be the perfect time to do some sleuthing and find out what her teammates were up to over their short summer break. « you okay, miyoung? you seemed distracted at practice, is everything alright? » her chin rests in her palm, left elbow pressed into the table to hold her head up. she’s not facing the younger female, eyes observing the rest of her team, but given that miyoung is sitting directly across from her, she decides to speak to her first. 

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