#throwback thread

it was genuenly supposed to be their usual get together, they were still in school and it wasn't out of the ordindary to spend the majority of their time around one another, the usual. it's a normal day, its supposed to be like any other day, it really didn't feel like it would be any different. hence why they were hiding away in the music room like usual, eunwoo's violin placed half hazzardly on the desk and joon is in his usual seat at the piano. absolutely nothing out of the ordinary was expected, except the notifications about university acceptance starting coming through. she heard people screaming and crying, chatter was filling the school.

so she goes to look, to see what her email says.

eunwoo has been looking at her email for a few minutes now, at least she thinks its been a few minutes, but she can joon burning holes at the side of her head, so it must be longer than that by now. she can't really look up from the screen.

we are unable to offer you a place on this course through the scholarship program.

what a joke, she thinks and finally locks the phone, notices her hands shake but does her best to ignore it. she all but throws the phone on the table, maybe the shakes will go away, but she can't ignore the feeling of being unable to look at joon. so she avoids looking in his general direction, only seeing him from the corner of her eye as she turns to pick up the violin, to keep herself distracted for a little while but she can't even bring herself to grab the instrument.

fuck..

all those years of hard work, of sleepless nights, to keep on top of her current scholarship, to her grades, to be constantly in joon's shadow, a step behind, an arms length away. now, the gap has suddenly become so large, it was taking ever ounce of self restrain for eunwoo to not have a breakdown.

-- ♔ Sneaking into the boys dormitory isn’t that hard and while she’s done it once before, not for this particular reason, Katherine is still pleased with the looks she gets from the young students. Of course she’s not here for them, no she’s here for a particular hook and so she keeps her focus on getting to that exact room; slipping in with silence before flipping the lock so there’d be no interruptions. She doesn’t care who he shares the dorm with, they can find somewhere else to sleep tonight. 

 Calculated movements carry her after she’s slipped off her heels further into the dorm, cobalt orbs falling onto the seemingly slumbering form of Harry; wicked grin etching across her features. “Harry.” It’s out with a whisper as lithe form crawls across the bed, straddling the youngers hips easily. “Come play with me, luv.”