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💋‍ : your muse kissing mine on cheek

💏 : your muse kissing mine on lips

👊 : your muse punching mine

👏 : your muse hugging mine

👋 : your muse slapping mine’s ass

👙 : seeing your muse in underwear 

✈️ : seeing your muse in somewhere they didn’t expect to see

😭 : seeing your muse crying 

👻 : seeing your muse scared

🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast

🌃 : your muse knocking on my muse’s door late

🍸 : your muse offering mine an alcoholic drink

the last thing she expected was company, thus her response of jumping back slightly in her seat when she heard a quiet voice beside her. with wide eyes, she turned around to be met with a familiar face. placing a hand over her heart, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “you scared me, oh god. you couldn’t give me a little heads up? maybe a text or anything?” her brows were furrowed, but she still moved over to make room for the other student to sit.

He widens his eyes, imitating what the other has just did to tease her more, before his lips motion into a chuckle-- getting some side-eye stares from the others along the way, but he doesn’t care. He moves beside her and takes a seat “well, I’m pretty sure you don’t check your phone most of the time-- so you still wouldn’t know” he says, setting down his books against the table.

But when Ten starter to sing, her eyes widened immediately, maybe from the shock. She didn’t let it go on for long. Waving her hand in a motion for him to stop, she pursed her lips. Oh my god. “Why don’t we try the second one? It’s a pop song right? I think I know it.” If his first run through was any indication on how the rest would turn out, she had an inkling she would be stopping him again soon. 

He stops the second he sees Gain waving her hand and he figures that neither of what he thinks really is happening “ah yes” he nods before opening his mouth obediently to sing his second song. But to the world’s mercy, he isn’t able to continue it because it seems that his teacher has something else in mind.

He trails his eyes on the floor as he awkwardly stops, he assays a faint cough just to remedy the extreme embarrassment he feels surging through his whole body.

By that point, he notices the older’s face as if she is tracking down Ten’s actual crush. He doesn’t think for  a second to straight up tell the other that he likes a literal superstar because it’s just plain fun. 

when really, that’s probably what’s already happened to the boy but he’s just good at hiding it. so it’s with a genuinely thankful smile he accepts the americano, bowing slightly in the chair and setting his notebook on the table. he clutches the cup, taking short sips before putting it back on the surface.

his fingers find their way back to the pencil where he continues sketching the vague outline of someone, before they brush on his face. and it’s with a start that jinhwan realizes this isn’t a stranger he’s drawing.

and if it wasn’t awkward for him already, it’s even more awkward. he flushes, embarrassed by his own unconscious self. 

He silently moves closer, but it’s far away for the customer not to notice-- hopefully. He mindlessly moves again, not seeing that the other seems to not take notice of Ten’s presence, he moves closer and closer, to the point where Ten’s chin is a few inches away from the other’s shoulder

“thanks!” she flips her hair, tone of voice not matching the apprehension in her eyes that don’t leave the piece of graded white paper. “ugh. why do they score tests with red ink. it’s so… like, demotivating? you know what i mean?”

He slightly leans himself across the table to grab on her book. He scans through the table of contents, taking note of how the professor teaches in a format. He starts tearing a sheet of paper nicely from his notebook, before writing down against it.

He nods “but if they right score tests in black ink, then it would feel like a funeral-- green would feel like alien’s blood, and blue feels like a river of tears” he says, but there’s pink too and all the other colors, but Ten doesn’t bother to continue while he writes against the paper

it was in such a state that the student called ten found leonard in front of his dorm. the blond boy had been lost, unable to find his own room and had ended up occupying ten’s where the boys had engaged in quite the comical conversations. a pen and paper had been thrust into the semi-drunk boy’s hands to make communication easier. it had been truly a miracle that ten was able to decipher leonard’s scrawly handwriting. leonard’s scribbles and ten’s patience were the start of a strange but quite comfortable friendship. they were buddies and that was it. buddies who routinely met up to play video games and mess about on the soccer field, because ten had a hidden appreciation for soccer and a not-so-subtle curiosity towards learning the sports.

leonard had been training as usual on weekdays after class and today he’d noticed ten sitting casually on the bleachers, watching him play. after practice, leonard slowly made his way to where ten sat. the other usually didn’t watch him practice so the blond boy was a little curious as to why ten had come today. the two were supposed to meet up whenever the team was not there. they were not sure if leonard was allowed to teach ten the skills which made the boys’ soccer team great. ten waved at him from the sidelines as he approached and the corners of leonard’s lips curled upwards carefully. he brushed some sweaty blond strands from his face and exhaled a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his aching muscles. they told him he’d worked hard.

the tall boy had almost reached the bleachers when ten raised his hands again, over his head, and signing a very familiar word which made leonard stop immediately. sharp eyes widened at the sight of ten signing. it was not perfect and he’d mistaken at least two words but leonard had been able to decipher what ten had wanted him to know. warmth filled his heart at seeing someone go through the efforts to communicate with him, to make him feel comfortable and less of an abnormality. so naturally, the first thing leonard did when he broke out of his stupor was run the remaining distance to his buddy and crush him in a tight hug.

Ten’s eyes widen as Leo captures him with his arms, it’s a first. For so many months of knowing each other, it’s the first time that Leo has actually embraced him, and he feels the emotions swelling up to his chest, and everything feels worth it. 

He jokingly grimaces at the hug the second his friend lets go of him “did you wipe off your sweat? it’s sticking on me” he jokes. He stares at how the other starts signing, and he laughs at the thought of being out of Leo’s league in that kind of skill-- aside from soccer, of course.

But Ten does make out a few words and he stitches it up together in his head before deciphering the statement as it is. He brings a towel out of his bag, tip toeing to shake it against the tall boy’s hair. He leaves the towel on top of his friend’s head before dropping his hand and pulling it back up to sign “you should dry you hair first” he says in such sincerity “you smell” he jokes again.

He shrugs before projecting a glowing smile “It was a surprise, I had a friend teach me” he signs, then he moves his hand slowly, slightly hesitating if he’s doing the right thing “It looks cool right?” 

I mean it looked cool, when I saw you doing it, he thinks 

It’s obviously because of Ten but believe it or not, she wouldn’t admit it. This time she has her head hung down again, trying to avoid his absolutely charming gaze. Come to your senses. This is all so weird, this moment, this feeling. Oh, look like somebody has found love. Out of a sudden the weather is hot, or is it just her, there she goes again with the nervousness. She can’t seem to hide her smile but she’s always smiling so that’s something normal—maybe it’s a little bit too much when she’s with him.  

Why are they talking about names again?  

Right, because that’s how their conversation seems to start when they first met each other. She doesn’t even want to imagine what would happen next but she can’t help it anyways. Maybe they’re just remembering that precious moment when they are destined to meet, here at this school. I wouldn’t have known the meaning of love if I didn’t meet you. Crap, screw all these cheesy lines she has playing in her mind. 

what if she says yes? 

then he swears he has sailed the universe.

He bites his lower lip when he sees her break their gaze towards each other-- shit, her comes the no, he thinks. Then she starts laughing and Ten seems confused at first-- okay so she’s going to say no after looking cute, he thinks again. But who is he kidding, Eunji looks cute in whatever she does in his eyes, and may that be so cliché to say, but it’s true. 

He laughs a faint laugh with her, smiling at just the right amount before his features gets matched with a wide eyed Ten

I.. like you too

That’s what she says, and at that instant, he feels his heart beating faster than anything in this universe. So this is how cloud 9 feels? he asks in his thoughts. 

So there he is, he couldn’t move, he just continues to stare at her-- his first. 

He smiles again-- charming. And he moves closer to her, trailing his eyes on hers, then to her nose, then to her lips--

He moves his head closer as if their lips are just an inch away. He doesn’t say anything but then, a word just escapes his lips with such fragility 

“confirm” he recites softly before resting his lips on hers. 

And for the first time, he kisses her-- his first kiss. 

“I’m just letting you know that it is very brave of you to come to me about this. Flattered that you considered coming to me in the first place but I shall do my best to assist you.” With a solemn nod, she rests her arms on the table before she is unable to keep her serious expression any longer and breaks out into a full smile, placing her chin in the palms of her hands. “So~ tell me more about this girl that you plan to win over. You do not have to tell me her name or how she looks like, no that’s not necessary. If you wish to keep it a secret, that’s fine with me. All I need is to know how is she like or whatever information you can tell me about her and then I can figure out something with you!” 

So there goes the second year asking for ‘Hey Prof, are you busy?’ into a conversation that leads to a 'yes, I do like someone’ and that someone so happens to be no one in the campus but the superstar-- BoA. She has always been the apple of his eye since who knows when, and may that be the love of a mere fan boy like himself, but love is love. 

» @yfxten .

okay, breathe. chaesoo’s mind was already fluttering with anticipation as she crosses over the threshold with camera in hand, a copy of sunhwa’s ilbo tucked underneath her arm. the sound of shoes squeaking against court, sweat lining the curves of necks. she grows all too aware of the perspiration in the air. it was suffocating, being in the midst of such loose energy. 

chaesoo did not belong. she picks up the pace and cranes her neck to get a better look at the horde of basketball players. …too tall. jumping on tip toes didn’t help her case. perhaps if she ducked and navigated her way among the forest of legs—

she was in trouble. and not because her choice of walking while crouched was frowned down upon, but because she wasn’t expecting this. 

‘i-it’s for the school newspaper,’ she manages, trying to steady the camera in the palms of her (sweaty) hands. chaesoo didn’t get it. was the vice captain of the basketball team always this attractive? or had she been blind this whole time? not that it mattered, though. there were lots of photogenic people in sunhwa and she had had the pleasure of capturing their still images. this wasn’t any different. she will not be dissuaded into doing her job. 

breathe, aim, shoot. simple, right? just pretend he’s a vegetable, or something. fingers pause on the shutter button. ‘… okay, smile.’

Ten pulls his jersey over his head, replacing it with a clean shirt. He pulls his bag over his shoulder and makes way towards the washroom when he hears footsteps squeaking against the basketball court. He sees a face, and he thinks she’s familiar but he just can’t point out where, until he stares down to see the school newspaper, then he figures

“oh, oh-- okay” he is slightly taken aback. He lifts his arm, wiping the sweat across his forehead. 

He nods at her command, instantly letting his lips corner up into a smile-- charming.