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TOHOSHINKI (東方神起) - どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう?
• Logs of the Past || Pt. 2 •
❝ When marimba rhythms start to play... D A N C E !! with me... make me sway.❞
When Jiwoo attends his first latin dance lesson, he’s a natural. His parents are surprised since they were confident he had no interest in their hobby, yet watching him was like watching fragments of themselves. His body moves to the music as if it’s rehearsed - and it is, from the hours he spent intently watching them go dancing as a child. It was intriguing to him.
He’s 14 when he starts competing.
Choreographing is easy, he reckons, and his instructor agrees. It’s the execution that’s the real kicker. It’s what keeps him occupied hours a day, and keeps him struggling for perfection. It’s why he struggles to find a dance partner that’ll stay with him for longer than two tournaments, since finding someone as equally motivated is difficult.
❝ Like a lazy ocean H U G S the shore, Hold me close, sway me more.❞
The sound of music is once again leaking from his earphones. It’s playing way louder than it needs to be, but its as if his ears are cancelling out the sheer volume of the composition, his mind only focusing on the rhythm of his movements. There’s a thin sheen of sweat adorning his facial features forming when he quickly twirls to the sensual vocals of the music. He hardly notices it since his feet are moving slowly; his right drags in a half circle before he kicks, and he lifts his arm high - in a motion to twirl an imaginary partner, which he follows with a catch.
❝ Like a flower bending in the B R E E Z E. Bend with m e , sway with ease.❞
“This is Jiwoo. He’s our studio’s superstar.”
It’s almost as if his peripheral vision is turned off. His only focus is on his own reflection staring right back at him; then his focus is switched to his facial expression. The words of his instructor suddenly ring, and he remembers that he’s meant to express the dance in his facial composition as much as he does in his movements, and like a switch the previous blank expression changes instantly. What replaces it is an almost smug smile, the corners of his lips upturned and full of charisma, but his eyes are holding an intense gaze.
“...he hasn’t had a partner stay with him for more than 2 months, haha. Most of them complained he took it too seriously, but then again, a lot of them were hobbyists. With your skill, I’m hoping you’re not like the rest!”
Jiwoo’s low voice can be heard whispering the lyrics, and the spectators eyes are following him with interest. His hands are up, level with his shoulders when he takes exaggerated steps forward, then back—then forward again, and his hips swing in time with sensual hum of Nicole Scherzinger’s voice. His expression has turned back to a concentrated one, with knitted brows when he loses control of his face trying to perfect his movements. His eyes are watching his legs closely, still humming the tune of the oldish song.
“Jiwoo!”
He almost jumps out of his skin when the hands of his instructor smack themselves onto his shoulders, letting out a high pitched yelp as he does so. Consequently, the earphones drop from his ears and the silence of the room is suddenly louder than the music that was previously playing. He can only ringing for a few seconds. His instructor barks out a laugh before he indicates to the figure beside him. Jiwoo hadn’t noticed her earlier.
“What did I tell you about playing your music so loud? You’ll lose your hearing before you can even compete nationally at that rate!”
Jiwoo says nothing. He’s trying too hard not to roll his eyes in the presence of the studio owner to care to answer, and it seems the instructor understands since he doesn’t care to dwell on it.
“Anyway... Jiwoo, this is Daeun. She’s your new partner—or so we hope. Your compatibility test is this weekend, but good news before then... Her best discipline is Latin, just like you.”
❝ W H E N W E D A N C E , you have a way with me Stay with me, S W A Y with me.❞
The music can still faintly be heard from the earphones which are now on the ground. Jiwoo meets Daeun’s eyes for a brief moment, when he quickly looks down when he’s aware she was watching him dancing for a while. There’s a subtle embarrassment, but he pushes it back to his mind to hold out his hand. She shakes it.
“...I look forward to dancing with you, Daeun-ssi.”
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The music vibrated off the walls as if an earthquake had just hit, lights flashing and bodies dancing unpon one another,a house too small for all commotion but nobody gave a fuck they were all here for one thing, a good time. A typical night for young and dumb college kids, the air was filled with smoke mixed with sweat and alochol with a dash of other questionable things. Yugyeom ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair; his expression had buzzed written all over it. His back leaned against the nearest wall as he chatted idely with another male who was practically all over him,he didn’t mind obviously. The tall male was used to the attention weither it be good or bad it was all the same to him.
‘Where did that asshat go now?’
Yugyeom pulled out his phone while pretending to still care about what the stranger had been talking about,scrolling through his contacts until he found what he was looking for.
Honestly dude, I’m gonna fucking kill myself. Thanks for showing this guy on me, you prick.He hit send a little more aggressively than he wanted.Shoving his phone back into the pocket,his eyes scanning the room for an escape.Bingo! Got it. Yugyeom tilted his head ever so slightly,pointing in the direction as he spoke about his friend who was currently occupied in his own world. “Oh man, you know that guy over there? Dude has been checking you out.” It was an obvious lie because Yugyeom knew for a fact that the man he had pointed out was in fact not into men at all but it was payback time and Adrien had deserved it.
P I N G !!
The noise from the mobile is surprisingly a noise that makes Adrien jump, even amongst all of the commotion inside the mess of flashing lights and a heavy pounding beat— but he attributes the shock to the vibration since his sense of feel is the strongest amongst all the others in this tangle of sin. There’s a vexatious smile on his face when his eyes scan the words of a frustrated friend; since he’s the one behind the frustration. It wasn’t his intention— but he wishes it was because it’s just so fucking funny to see him tied up in annoyance with no way of getting away from a flirtatious stranger who had more than just getting to know each other on his mind.
How did the situation even happen? He’d noticed the suspect in question eyeing him up first, but unfortunately for him, Adrien just didn’t swing that way. So he’d forcibly put Yugyeom in his field of vision (effectively taking himself off of the market), and amazingly, he’d been distracted enough by the older of the two for him to get away. He even managed to bear the fruits of his plan; the uncomfortable expression of his friend who looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin if it meant getting away from that creep.
[ SMS → yugyeom ] you’re welc—
He doesn’t get to finish typing when he gets cut off by the low grumbling tone of a man he hadn’t heard before. Shit. Why were there so many of these guys hitting on him today?
“A L I T T L E B I R D told me you were checking me out earlier.”
“I think you heard W R O N G , sir, I have a girlfriend.” Adrien’s nervously laughing at this point, quickly pulling out his phone to show his wallpaper. That’s when he remembers his roommate had set it to a picture of himself flipping the bird so he’s constantly being told to fuck off. “...Ugh, fucking... this is NOT the time—”
That’s when he spots the cunning smile of his own victim moments after he’s sighing in frustration and he understands what’s going on. J E S U S C H R I S T .
“...you're D E A D meat.”
(◕‿◕✿)
&& HEADS WILL ROLL HEADS WILL ROLLS HEADS WILL ROLL HEADS WILL ROLL.
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continued !! → @ccmpulsive
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as much as he concealed his fear, one look down the old wooden stairs that led to the basement was enough to send a shiver down his spine. that’s why he would usually get out of laundry duty by simply not coming home for a couple days and leave it for adrien to take care of (bless his naive soul). but this week was full of deadlines that he wouldn’t have been able to meet outside of the dorms thank to their early curfew during the few weeks leading up to exams. adrien had caught him trying to finish a project for his abstract design class and left the basket of laundry beside his desk. alex was on edge as it is and the last thing he needed was a distraction. “adrien i’m busy. can’t you just do it? i’ll pick it up next week?”
HE WASN’T GOING TO TAKE N O AS AN ANSWER THIS WEEK TOO.
If there was a trait of Alex’s that Adrien could successfully identify, it was the gift of his gab paired with the ability to leave his chores undone for so long that Adrien had no choice to do them for him to save his sanity. This time, Alex was letting his lip service do the work, or at least he THOUGHT he was.
“...bro, you can’t be serious !! You’ve said the same thing like five times—yeah, I’ve been C O U N T I N G !!”
He’s calling from his own room when he shouts, hoping the annoyed tone in his voice is conveyed, if not just from the volume. He wasn’t one to get agitated, but the piled stress of dealing with an uninvited roommate paired with the housework multiplied by three was beginning to take it’s toll on him physically. He was coming down with a serious fever, and the lack of rest was showing signs of catching up... especially at work. But he wasn’t going to be the one to admit it, even though the job he was doing at hiding it wasn’t exactly the best... The average person could’ve probably already heard the swelling of his tonsils hours ago, being that his voice dropped an octave and sounded like he'd been heavily smoking since age 12. It seemed clinically hoarse.
“...You know what? Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll mix all your whites with my reds too. The Supreme logo will just look g r e a t in pink."
continued !! → @rusalcele
the library is one of the least likely places to find krugan in, yet here he is, lessfor enriching his mind, and more to take the nap of a lifetime. his house had suffered a spontaneous fire incident that took out more than half of it, including his bedroom, and none of his friends were kind and understandingenough to allow him to crash on their couches on this fine day.
it’s quiet and peaceful, smelling of old books and some store-brought room freshner that smells no different from being hit in the face with an exotic flower arrangement, so when a man suddenly speaks up from beside him, krugan is scared out of his wits, his balance completely lost as the chair topples backwards and hits the ground with a defeaning sound; frequenting the public library seems to come with a reflex of simulatenous hushing between the members, for it seems everybody in the room turns towards him at the same time, fingers pressed against their lips, disapproving eyes judging him.
krugan’s mind is still spinning, brain matter soaking with confusion, and he answers, belatedly, to the question that got him in this situation, without even taking a second to think about it. ❝ sure thing, go ahead. ❞
There isn’t really an accurate word to describe how Adrien feels when his eyes follow the figure of the individual who’d been merely scared by a question...—though he processes it as amusement when he apologetically lets out a laugh as the chair he’d planned to occupy takes an ungraceful tumble backwards. He instantly feels sorry for scaring the inhabitant and his hand is offered to him without question; after all it is his fault that basically ALL eyes were on them.
Adrien’s head is bowed repeatedly in the direction of annoyed looks, and he mouths a hushed “sorry!” to the owner’s of judgemental glares before he finally meets the eyes of the man he’d disturbed. He looks tired.
“S H U C K S , sorry dude—...I didn’t realise you were s l e e p i n g .”
The guilt in Adrien’s tone is evident when his wary movements carry the chair to its original position, though he’s especially silent from being subjected to the hateful stares of the library dwellers he knew all too well. He’s speaking in a hushed tone, just loud enough for the other male to hear, before he looks at him again with a sorry smile. His books are on the table with his bag. “...I mean, there’s an empty spot beside me, man, it’s just as good to, uh, nap in.”
He speaks with experience... after all, the only reason it was his favourite spot was the way the afternoon sun shone through the high windows of the dated library... the warmth it provided was the perfect accompaniment to an uneventful midday of no studying, paired with the drowsiness caused by a morning with no coffee. In other words... it really was his third bedroom (the first being home, the second being the odd one night stands he’d sign himself up to every so often). He takes a seat in the chair he’s unfairly earned, eyes looking down at the Snickers bar in his hand, before his glance switches between the man and back to his chocolate bar again.
“...I still feel bad, do you want this chocolate bar? Haha.”
“I’d come back to haunt you.”
○ late nights ○ || ( a wickedly meme creation )
“I’d come back to haunt you.”
The laugh that bubbles past Adrien’s lips can be described more accurately as a bark just from the sheer volume of it, and he could sense the quizzical looks from passersby—it doesn’t really bother him though. He’s reading a text from Dylan, something about not being able to tell the difference between shaving cream and hair gel, and having accidentally put shaving cream all over his scalp. It really wasn’t his problem... but it was hilarious.
He’s lying on the grass, using his jacket as pillow while is roommate Alex is beside him, though he wasn’t paying attention to him for the last five texts. The two are in a park, soaking in the first summer warmth of the night after 8 consecutive days of pouring rain... At least they weren’t going to have to worry about a drought for a long way to come. It wasn’t strange, and they weren’t alone; it’d been a while since the sky had cleared up, and apparently, they weren’t the only ones to conjure the bright idea to appreciate the evening with a clear view of the stars. The park was dotted with many more people, coming out to enjoy the serene atmosphere. For Alex and Adrien, going out as a pair wasn’t exactly common, since their schedules almost never aligned, and on weekends, they drank their miseries (usually from assignments and exams) away without a second thought to treasure the night. Going outdoors, however - together - was definitely uncommon.
Adrien’s eyes are conveniently hidden from the bright rays of artificial lighting under the Daimyo Oak they’d situated themselves, though his strategy to avoid it is quickly undone when he looks towards Alex with a mischievous smile. The orange fluorescent beam shines into his eyes, but he looks on without acknowledging it.
“Bro, let’s say...” he stops mid sentence to conjure up the right words. There’s an unreadable expression across his features. “Okay. Imagine I died... in our house. Not my parent’s house, I mean the one we stay at now— what do you think I would do?”
He pauses to let the latter answer.
“I reckon... I’d come back to H A U N T you. You ??”
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