#xmkinesis

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     “THIS IS FUCKING stupid,” the brunette murmured under her breath as she glared at herself in the mirror, clad in probably the dumbest outfit to ever grace the earth.

“first of all, i’m a girl, and second of all, it’s fucking november --- why do i have to wear the santa suit?” she cursed, her eyebrows furrowing more by the second as she continued to stare at her embarrassing reflection in the mirror. “third of all, there’s also hardly any kids here --- why do we even need someone wearing a santa suit? i’m pretty sure we all know he’s not real. and fourth of all, why do i have to wear the santa suit?!”

clearly, the situation was fucking hilarious to everyone but her, but she was started to regret the decision to toss on the obnoxiously red jumpsuit per the request of her sister after turning in the mirror for the umpteenth time --- curse her undying love for soojung that made her an eternal sap for the younger female. ( @xmkinesis. )

he’d usually decline, not being the type to participate in such antics (though don’t be mistaken, he is no scrooge!). but it’s the sweet clear ringing of jung soojung’s voice and it’s almost instinctive for him to blurt out a ‘yes!’ or a ‘sure!’ in an excited fashion like he would years ago. 

but this isn’t the past, now is now. so he holds his tongue and let his thermokinetic abilities betray his cheeks and rush to his face, eager to burn. 

not to mention the connotations of mistletoe can elude to specific thoughts(…)

his (also, very eager) eyes dare to give her a look and it’s cliche, he knows, but he feels seventeen again. heart skips a beat, chest tightens, his muscles frigid and his mind rushes itself back into it’s seventeen year old state. and it all squishes itself into one whole second. one whole crushing second. but for old times sake, totally disposing his lethargy, sehun shrugs, eyes blinking lazily at her and a lazy grin to his lips. 

charcoal boots hit the wet pavement, but as always, yerim is floating on air. she can already hear sounds of laughter and destruction resounding from behind the closed entrance to the building. her pace nearly slows to a halt, but then her stomach rumbles underneath thick layers of wool, and she’s reminded of why she came here in the first place. still, her steps are slow, cautious as she enters the crowded lobby. gloved hands fix the scarf that covers the lower part of her face. it’s worse than she imagined. almost ever student, teacher, and staff must be here. it’s already that time of year; the holidays are coming, and yerim wants none of it. her eyes dart across the room, mentally drawing out the best route to take to the cafeteria.

but before she can take one step, she spots a fast moving mass out of the corner of her eye. the force knocks her off her feet and throws her into the person closest on her left. lying flat on her back, yerim hears a hasty ‘sorry!’ and heavy footsteps running back into the chaos before she can gather her senses.

“i’m so sorry…” yerim’s voice is muffled behind the scarf as she looks over at the girl she collided with. “oh…”