#yojunioh

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To: yojunioh

Jongin, as most people do, hated Mondays. Customers rarely walked in during the day and he'd finish all of his deliveries within the half hour. So when Junior had randomly called him, very urgently requesting his presence at the University's dance studio, he was basically already on his bike and on the way.  The two had been on the school's dance team together before he had dropped, and it was probably one of the few things he sorely missed about being a student. 

It was only when he pulled up in front of the building that he wondered what exactly he was called for. He wasn't exactly given much explanation or context, really, and despite his eagerness to come, he still had his questions! With this in mind, he hurriedly stepped into the studio like he hadn't even been gone for nearly a year. "I'm back!" he sang as he spun into the main practice room, grinning at the shocked stares that he was given. He nodded his head at the only person who mirrored his smile, the person who had called him in the first place. 

➤ yojunioh:

"What the hell did I miss?"

Momentarily she thought of where he was, if he ditched her to where she’s suddenly alone at the area they were supposed to meet up at. Despite her way of remembering things, she almost forgot the reason to why she agreed to it. Saying ‘yes’ to others seem to slip out much effortlessly compared to before then again it was better than having the older male’s voice ring into her ears repeatedly until she’s drowning in complete regret about it.Junior must have noticed the crowds of people flooding the pavement from a distance. Overwhelmed by the lack of space she had thus her taking further steps back in order for her to get a fresh of breath air once in a while. 

Hana’s trying to recall what happened the past -- forty-five to an sixty minutes. Now that the female thinks too much about it, she realized how late he really is causing her head to incline to his direction. Eyes squinting to a sharp glare with her forefinger tapping on the cup containing the drink she bought earlier. 

❝Couple of performances. Dancers to singers, same ol’ shit I’ve seen for years.❞ It wasn’t bad, decent but a few peaked her interest. From the inquiry that slipped out of his lips not too long ago, she’s uncertain whether he’s upset or disappointed. Therefore, Hana tries to clear the air somehow. Maybe, she should have listened more intently to the person who had the microphone in hand giving out information every fifteen minutes. The aroma of food caught her attention more, she could have apologized but there’s nothing to be ‘sorry’ about. ❝You’re not upset, right? I mean it’s not even over yet.❞ 

Send me a ✘ for my muse’s reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.

A simple 'hello' could lead to so many things. 

And, one of them, was probably having the man who share the same name as him ( Jinyoung remember clearly that the younger male introduces himself as 'Junior' before finally revealing his Korean name while they both waited for the subway, the two previously-stranger-turned-acquaintance almost missing out for the last ride on their home because they're both fools who forget about time, or, in his case it was him being enticed with the mobile game that he end up losing track on time ) sleeping so soundly at his couch, both of his eyes were shut tightly as the younger's hand were clutching tightly onto the armrest as if looking for a grip. 

Jinyoung doesn't know since when did the younger one fell asleep, what he remember before was that it's suddenly raining hard and his home happened to be the nearest one from the subway stop so he suggested Junior to sleep at his place; he left the living room to retrieve some fresh clothes for the younger male to wear, a fresh pair of pants and jumper, but when he came back Junior is already sleeping soundly. 

How could he wake him up when he's like this? 

At some normal occasion, he would find no trouble in shaking his body and do anything in order to get the other party awake, but he doesn't really know Junior ( who knows, he could be a sensible, grumpy guy who could throw a fit when their slumber got interrupted ) to begin with so he comes up with a conclusion to let the younger male to have his slumber. Perhaps he's tired. So he shut the door and close the window tightly, making sure that the heater for the room is already turned on so his new acquaintance wouldn't end up waking with up with hypothermia.