#yfxyoobin

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she was only right about a few things, really: the weather, how to dress accordingly, but not so much as far as pathways go. so to say, that her nativity kicked in with the willingness to roam. pointer fingers extending and happy gasps, ‘we have to go here!’ and ‘there!’ followed by no understanding. a longtime companion of trusting her instincts is what she takes with her. out on the streets is where the people of the city could be found. faces without names, although, no meaning to names without faces. people of all ages! their motives are unknown, just as to hers to them. to the side of the road, she notices, that there is a curve to the street. broken, skidded pebbles lying on a cold surface. must’ve rained from hours before.

her persistence is determined by the strange, adventurous turns to take. she knows better than to rely on her memory, that the saturday before today, she would retrace her steps back. in the middle of all this, coining in with a talent to convince, she mentions their journey shouldn’t be doomed because of time. she could feel the sun hit the top of her cheekbones, an always-staying, searing-touching bit of heat. normally, it’s the mornings that set the rest of the conditions of either warm or cold, dry or humid, in between or lacking. she takes yoobin by the arm. slips her hand alike the loops of a chain.

in an area where people are hollering on the tops of their lungs, she speaks louder. “they do everything right in front of your eyes,” georgia begins. “you smell the fish, the seafood, go into another area where spices are more.. y’know, bolder, i guess, and then you realize it’s a funky mixture of ginger and paprika. like now.” she grins and thumbs at her nose to rid of a funny fuzzy feeling.

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It wasn’t Jisoo’s fault that studying was probably the lowest priority on his schedule. Ok. Maybe it was a little bit his fault, but he preferred working out or hanging out with friends rather than staring at a book. Sometimes he was immensely thankful that Yoobin offered her help because really, that low mark in math was glaring to his father. Jisoo could still hear the scolding words of ‘you know you’re better than that, stop messing around’ mulling about in his head as he thought back to the disaster that was fall exams. A small sigh escaped as he looked at the time, eyes widening when he realized that he was supposed to be heading to study with Yoobin at that very moment. Hands dug around his side of the room, tossing one of Ryeongbaek’s skirts aside, as he found his usual books before throwing them quickly into a bag. Jisoo pulled his hood up before rushing for the door, a yip echoing from the area of his bed. Eyes darted between the time and Bo as he sighed a bit before grabbing the pup up too. He really should have left him with Uui for a couple days. “Come on buddy, we gotta jet.” 

Thankfully long legs were a gift, even if he thought of them more so as a curse. Jisoo made it in one piece in record time as his feet carried him through the entrance of the familiar park. Eyes glanced to a couple of his usual sitting places, but he didn’t see the tutor waiting anywhere. He put the terrier down, letting Bo run free for the moment while checking over his messages. Yoobin was hopefully here somewhere, quite possibly hiding. 

[text -> study buddy] where are you at??? 

[text -> study buddy] are you hiding because I think I am just blind this morning....

[text -> study buddy] OH MY GOD DID I GET THE DAY WRONG? 

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The bell tower announced its seven o’clock chime as Daehwan stepped out of the shower. His t-shirt was blotched with water, on both his chest and lower back back from his lack of effort. After a practice like that, he couldn’t help but promote his laziness and sloth.