—枯れ花。

Cho Seungyoun; EST '93. [ 01. 02. 03. ]

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          Giving the screen a squint of her own, almost as if she was blaming the phone for her unfortunate and sad sense of direction, she huffed quietly. “I didn’t know– If my feet weren’t on the ground I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to tell up from down.” She took the phone, stuffing it back into the pocket on the back of her jeans before looking up to meet his eyes. “Will you really? I– Thank you.” 

She bit the inside of her lip, brushing hair from her face behind her ear. “What school is it? That you go to. I’ve never been around that area, I didn’t even know this place was near a school.” Giving it a second’s thought, she tilted her head. “Though I didn’t really know where it was in the first place, so that was kind of dumb of me to say. Just forget I mentioned that part.” 

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He tilts his head slightly downwards, his hands shuffling in the pockets of his jacket. Then he starts to ponder how humanely possible it is for someone to be so directionally incapable. It was kind of adorable in a sense, he admits, that the girl was absolutely clueless—but he decides against voicing it out as he gives the one a faint grin instead. 

“Not tryna brag or anythin’, but—I’m pretty smart.” He shrugs, eyeing the other mischievously before evoking a light laughter. His intention was to lighten up the conventionally stiff ambience between a newly acquaintance, but he decides against letting it abruptly sink in. ‘I’m just playin.’ He confirms his vague joke in a small voice, clearing his throat before pointing at the north. “Near Seoul University is where it’s at. Maybe about a 15 minute walk—unless you wanna catch a cab or a subway.”

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 [ . . . ]

          That is, until somebody’s tapping on his shoulder, and his lashes flicker as he turns his attention upwards, a familiar voice touching at his ears.

“…. Seungyoun-ah! Woah– You got taller than me–!” The look on Kyungsoo’s face is nothing short of ecstatic, and he reaches up with careful hands as he takes a better look at the other, gently pinching the taller’s cheeks. “Hey!”

[csyoun-blog]

Flowers weren’t really a presence that echoed much of a certain sensitivity nor a form that he favored personally—but he very well deemed that it only did, on the particular day, because of the smaller figure standing before him. A wide, playful grin smudged across the boy’s features as he studied the other’s expression; evoking a sprightly laugh as his eyes narrowed into thin crescent shapes. A gentle smile follows afterwards as he ascertains that the particular meeting didn’t feel abrupt at all; the ambience remained consistent since the start of the afternoon.

He stared down into the smaller one’s orbs, feeling as if his own pair wasn’t fit to make contact with the other’s anymore; it was an unexpected sentiment. He beamed as he reflected the other’s smile, but a faint tug of guilt stormed an aghast conscience—making the boy feel as if he was nonverbally testified by the other’s gaze. He tugged his brows together before glancing down at the held roses on his hand, his gaze tracing back to the bundle of flowers on the cart. 

“You mean I got even taller than you.” He manages a chortle, his nose crinkling as his cheek is held by the other. Then he lifts one hand, placing it above the other’s forehead to shade the eyes from the sun; his own pair squinting as he attempts to get a better look at his old acquaintance. He then shakes his head, freeing his cheek from the grasp and stepping back to retrieve his hand away from the other male. “Don’t ya think it’s, you know, inaccurate—that you’re still treating me like a 6 year old kid? I really think that the term ‘hyung’ suits me better than yourself at this point.”

[estrnged]

Such a flighty demeanor could only mean one thing, and as he backed away cautiously, keen eyes zeroed in on careful fidgeting. The strict rule of their nation have seemed to not only ban his vice, but the stranger’s as well. In contrast to his counterpart, Chanyeol stood, muscles laxed as he held his water bottle in one hand and had the other in his jacket pocket. His expression was calculating, trying to figure out why someone as young as him was underground winning money for – horses?

It took him a second to melt the hard look on his face to one that was comforting, as well as mildly amused. “A giant pillar in the dark? That’s a new one. Very eloquent, I may just go on mouthing that off to everyone now,” a gentle laughter trailed after. “Didn’t mean to frighten you. You came out of nowhere, really. Like a…a frightened mouse scurrying away from a giant’s foot. Erm, not as pretty as yours sounded but I tried.” A sheepish smile curved his lips, but that was gone as quickly as it came.

The stranger piqued his interest, and that was a rare occurrence. More often than not, Chanyeol would practice his irreverent apathy and move on to whatever he willed, but such a fated meeting, powered by some form of deity had him glued to his spot rather than apologizing and going back home. “It’s pretty late, I thought horse betting stuff happened during the day. You know, when the races start, anyway.”

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The particular gambler wasn’t really one with a distant personality. However, he couldn’t help but to blankly stare at the taller figure as the male decided to go on with the conversation—his expression remaining stark but probably didn’t sink in completely for the other since, well, it was too dark for one to really read him after all. The male’s somewhat awkwardly amicable reply left the boy dumbfounded as he responded upon the play on the figure of speech with a low ‘hah,’ a raspy laugh escaping his dry throat. 

“Horses, yep... Horses.” Seungyoun responded as he shoved his hands down the pockets of his jeans, clicking his tongue and fixating the gaze upon the other’s as he soon stretched on a faint smile. It was certain that the stranger was very much interested in figuring out what he was actually going at with his bets, but for a fact he somehow presumed that he wasn’t exactly trying to do anything about it after getting an explanation about his ‘horse betting.’ So the boy cracked on a bigger grin before managing a small chuckle that almost escaped out as a whisper, his eye narrowing as he tipped his head to a single side. 

“You and I both know it ain’t horses I’m gettin’ at, I’ll leave it at that. Too much trouble for the both of us if it went further, don’t ya think? But you can let me know if you’re interested, I might give you some heads up before you get yourself involved.”

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the male came off as the chirpy, friendly type– basically the complete opposite of her, and she could not fathom as to how it was humanly possible for someone to appear cheerful, no matter the situation. of course, she could not deny the triumphant smile she’d have tugging at her lips had she decided to skip a class, but hardly anything else other than that. just as she was delving into her thoughts, trying to decipher what it took to embrace a positive outlook in life, the sudden male voice caught her attention and she managed a slight turn of her head in response; footsteps never once showing signs of slowing down despite his sudden greeting to what she assumed was a friend.

“what?” it wasn’t more of a question than it was to give him some time to correct his inquiry. but what he’d continued adding on two more questions after the initial one, it seemed that he had pretty much made a conclusion after their unfateful first meeting. it had been a first, being asked that question straight in her face, and though refreshing, she couldn’t help feeling the tinge of insult that laced within it. 

“you must be really tactful, huh?” she snickered, pulling the books and files closer to her chest as sarcasm dripped from her words. “but for your information, i’m not usually this hostile; maybe just 10% less on a regular day. supposed you caught me at the wrong time.” she didn’t even know why she was explaining herself, but since she had nothing better to do… “and indeed, i woke up late and was unable to get myself a cup of coffee this morning. got the answers to all your questions?”

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Even for a boy with a natural jovial demeanor, it was actually improbable to assume that he would invitingly take in a contrasting personality on a regular basis. It was the girl herself, he deemed, for his decisions that were all too unscripted; even for a spontaneous one like himself. It certainly was a bit twisted for him to take an interest in someone, or their traits that intrigued him because it was out of the norm—he did have an extremely short attention span after all. Which in all explaining his rather tactful questions he decided to voice out without further thoughts interlaced into them. So when the girl answered them quite straightforwardly, it was definitely unexpected for the boy—so he stifled a faint laugh before taking a glance at the figure beside him.

“Yeah, tell me about it. The most tactful one in school, too.” He countered one’s sarcasm with a snort, not much taken from the other’s comment. He really wasn’t a tactful one after all. "Maybe just 10% less, huh. I don’t really see much of a difference with such a meager percentage—so I’ll just take it with the idea that it would’ve been pretty much the same. If the same thing happened yesterday or tomorrow, that is.” 

Tapping the nearest marble table as they approached the lounge, he threw his bag on the top before sitting himself down. Then he waited for the girl to put her disarranged files on top as well so they could start the task, but decided to ask a simple question beforehand; one that he should have inquired a while ago but simply disregarded subconsciously due to the given situation. “So, are we going to call each other with a ‘hey,’ and ‘you,’ or are we going to introduce ourselves anytime soon?”

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Qualified or not, she found herself making her way to the conference room, where she would interview the new internship recruit. This she did not mind at all; in fact, she was relieved that this would mean that this whole intern-fill-in thing would be a one time event. It was easy enough, anyway. She had the list of questions she had to ask, and as she read over them, she thought of what kind of answers they were actually looking for. She could probably figure that out– “Hm?” The voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she gave the young man a smile. “Oh! What a coincidence, I’m actually heading there right now. I’m guessing you’re going to be my first interviewee of today.”

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It was odd— the fact that it was so effortless to gain such a fast route to his destination. The hint of skepticism was easily disregarded in the back of his head, however, as it was a common practice for one at the state of alleviation. And the boy wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of starting from point zero; as if he concerned for the idea of internship as much in the first place. If that old man screwed his game up, then it’s not the player’s fault, anyway. And upon the vague compromise with himself, he hummed softly before etching on a polite grin for the girl in front of him as he reached his hand out for a shake.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m a student from Seoul University. Call me Seungyoun.” 

Thank you for taking me with you, it just must be my luck. He continued before finishing, lightly holding the other’s in hand before giving it a shake. He wasn’t really fond of the idea of the interview prior to meeting the girl, but he deemed it would be a better idea for him to be convivial about the subject if he were to affiliate himself with it; so he chuckled softly before taking his steps besides the interviewer, his gaze wandering around the floor to find a hint of relief that he failed to spot. “So, give me a hint. What do I gotta have for this job, other than, say— being a Seoul University student?” He laughed just a little loud, for someone laughing to themselves; before dropping his gaze back to the girl on his side.

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          Mijoo stuck her tongue out slightly, furrowing her eyebrows together as she followed closely behind the male, making sure not to let his back out of her sight in fear of getting lost again. Way to go Mijoo, she blew her hair out of her face, a small grimace graced her features. He probably thinks you’re stupid by now. Nice. 

“Thanks. For leading me out, I mean.” She nodded her head along with her words, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth before covering her mouth with her hand to suppress a yawn. Unlocking her phone to check the time, she scrunched her nose. She was supposed to be meet her friend 30 minutes ago. “Oh– I’m supposed to be meeting a friend for dinner but I think she sent me the wrong address to the restaurant. Here.” Shoving her phone into his hand, the message with directions displayed on the screen. “Maybe you can tell me what I did wrong?” 

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Oh no, no need to thank me. He replied almost inaudibly with a snort, shaking his head. She won’t really be thanking him if she knew what he was up for, but he thought it needn’t be voiced out loud since it had no assets for either of the two. So he kept quiet, trudging his way out the street while trying to keep his pace slower for the figure beside him. 

Giving the lit screen a short glance, he pauses his steps to give the girl a look of disbelief; zooming out on the screen and tapping at the farthest corner of the map. “You’re here, and you’re supposed to be there. It’s actually kind of amazing how you’ve managed to misguide yourself to this extent.” He raises a single brow, then stifles a light chuckle before handing the device back to the owner. “Good news though, it’s actually near my school. I have to go back anyway, so I’ll take ya to where you need to be.”

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for; [ ✢ xkyngs ]

It was that time of the year. He stepped and paused, his gaze narrowing against the brightly lit sun that shone down past the shadows of the trees. I hope this weather can stay for a while, he thinks aloud, making his steps below another puddle of shadow before employing it as an umbrella. I don’t really like it anymore warmer than how it is now. He frowns momentarily upon the forecast, then looks up from his feet to the neatly stacked, red bricked walls with flowering vines making its way down, suggesting an intimate breeze that he could not fathom much clearly as to who or what; so he only plasters on a blithe smile upon the familiarity he conveyed as nostalgic, soon having the sun welcome him under its warmth once again.

The weather wasn’t hot enough for him to sit himself inside the cafe, he supposes, so the boy decides to take the table out the balcony for the afternoon. He doesn’t recall what he needs to start about, with his current project that is—so he dazedly sips on his iced coffee that was actually brewed just a little too bitter than usual for his taste. He grimaces gently, blindly circling bulleted words that supposedly were important in the guidelines. Flowers. He mumbles aloud; flowers? The girls of the bouquet beam upon meeting the boy’s eyes, continuing once they have placed the bundle of white and pink roses on top of the table. “We got these for you, I hope you don’t mind.” Also, one girl adds, Which school do you go to? 

Seoul. Seoul University. He nodded politely instead of a verbal ‘thank you,’ his usual grin that was always more than avid plastered upon his features. He holds the bouquet and doesn’t hesitate to ask upon intaking the scent. “Did you pick these yourself?” And the girls reply with a ‘No, we’ve bought them from the guy over there.’ So he gives the girls a short ruffle on top of their heads, stifling a chuckle before making his way down the balcony and to the cart of flowers that held the ones he had in his hand. He taps the smaller figure on side of their shoulder, his smile as bright as the sun that shone down the two this time. 

           “Look what I’ve just got. Best ones amongst all of these, don’t ya think?”

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for; [ ✢ deadvibin​ ]

The brisk night was certainly to his favor on this particular day. Hey kid, you’re not allowed here, make your way out the room, the man said. So he insisted, as if he was baiting clueless fish in the ocean of gold, that the man had nothing to lose when going against this kid he was supposedly referring to. So they bit the hook, and the fisherman certainly does not let the bait roam free once it has been caught. That’s the most thrill that you can pull out of the certain sport, could anyone disagree? The allegorical representation did not differ much in the card room, as the boy once again shuffled the piles of chips on his table rather indifferently, tapping the bills before etching on a rather crude, yet strangely stainless grin upon his lips; the one that made the defeated ones wonder if they’ve actually been placed out of the water with the lack of air— or they have just been simply deluded. 

Unnecessary disputes were something the gambler considered mundane at this point, so he planted his sordid winnings into the pocket on the back of his jeans, before swiftly making his way out of the scene as he decided to disregard a muffled shout of enmity. ‘I’m going to get your ass out of here so you can never come back, ya darn dawler—!’ something along the similar lines, probably, as he simply hummed his reply before turning around while still pacing himself. I’ll be back, don’t you worry about a thing, mister!

The crisp air glides through the thin layer of coat he decided to wear for the night, so he breathes in the air through clenched teeth; but lackadaisical steps do not fasten. Perhaps it was a forecast of some sort, he only certainly knew that he wanted to take his time while making his way out of the dim streets; as if the night wasn’t dim enough already. Then a step hisses, and he fervently takes a step to the side before nimbly swatting the unfamiliar contact in the dark. Whoa. Watch your hands, ya crook. He sneered, probably out of amusement in the most extraneous encounter, before positioning himself in front of smaller figure.

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█ ▌ ◈  Not quite time for her CF shoot to begin, Taeyeon is granted reluctant permission to wander around a little by her managers. But don’t go too far, we’ll be starting soon, and a sharp warning from the stylists that hinted at more of a threat than a polite warning in order to avoid giving them more work. ‘Don’t you ruin your makeup, Kim Taeyeon!’ As if she is not twenty seven years old. As if she is the clumsiest child in the world who’ll walk out of the door and stupidly rub the mascara away from her eyes. The 'Or we’ll ruin you’ had been left unspoken, but it was there. She caught on quickly, bowed, and left. There is nothing at MBC the leader hasn’t seen a million times in her eight years as a Korean celebrity. She knows these halls like the back of her hand, could navigate them blindfolded. The boy, however… The boy is someone she has never seen before. Doubtless, there are many new faces bustling around in the halls of the large broadcast station whenever she drags herself in for a schedule there but usually these faces are members of newly debuted idol groups. Budding actors or comedians. She doesn’t recognize this male from any group, or as any actor she knows about. But then again, there are too many these days.

For once, she tries to be helpful and Taeyeon offered her help to him. She knows the building well, and well… She has nothing else to do. He’s lost, and she’s bored.

A practiced smile that just beams idol, Taeyeon extends her arm to clasp her slender fingers around his hand in a light shake to greet him. Then she pulls her arm back, lacing her own fingers together in front of her. ❝ Well, I’m sure you’ll see a lot of them around here. ❞ Actually there’s Jeon Hyosung over there, but she doesn’t bother pointing the woman out, ❝ An interview? Are you an idol—or maybe you’re here for an employee interview? I’m afraid I’m not sure about any of those. But! I can direct you to the office on the other side of the building where you can ask them, if that’s okay. ❞

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The boy wasn’t particularly one to be caught offhand, since he usually remained affable and extroverted to the balance where he initiated and continued conversations quite adequately. Then again, he hasn’t come much prepared to have Taeyeon guide his way in the building; maybe it was his luck, she had been one of the only idols that caught his attention on screen. He wasn’t very much intrigued nor absorbed into intangible people. Intangible as in, maybe, not being able to meet them head to head. But here he was, head to head with the one before him. So he maybe only stared at the girl that was giving him a reply for a few seconds, catching a few words at the trail of the sentence before blinking himself out of stupor. Shit. He thought, not wanting to ask her if she could repeat what she had just said. He seemed dim-witted enough already, not being able to even find his way in a building. So he only nodded, extending a low ‘uh,’ before hoping that adding details might make up for his lack of attentiveness in her last reply.

“It’s for one of my classes, I called beforehand to arrange an interview with a broadcast engineer— but as you can see, I’m not particularly a navigator myself.” Then he took a moment, stifling a coy chuckle before adding on. “I’m pretty certain that you might not know your way around to such a specific corner. I think, at this point, taking me to a place where I can grab an informant would be more than helpful.” 

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having had one too much time on her hands, she relished in the company of eager students who seemed to be cramming for their exams– which was most likely not due until a couple of months later, but ah, what would university life be without this? it hadn’t been that bad when she’d first settled in the lounge, but it grew worse as the hours ticked by while she’s trying to jot down new ideas for upcoming youtube videos that she was planning on filming over the weekend. the hustle and bustle was preventing her from getting anything done, and yet, heading off-campus had been out of the question, especially since she had another lecture to attend in just under an hour. taking in a deep breath to calm herself down, she kept her pen poised between her fingers as the arrival of yet another stranger beside her caught her attention; though, it wasn’t until his question that she actually turned to look at him properly. 

“oh? i– i am. you recognize me? this is insane.” she laughed, eyes widening excitedly at the thought of meeting someone who’s known of her little job on the side. “i am, i’m aven… or the girl from youtube, as most would call it.”

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The boy nods avidly, mostly in assurance of his prior doubtful approach. Even though, he was quite sure, he wouldn’t have been able to call his question off without initiating the encounter. Then he would probably be wondering, catching continuous glimpses before, who knows— being mistaken as a weirdo that he gave off to be. So he stretched on a smile and extended his hand out for a shake, making sure to keep his tone below the normal range in the particular surrounding. “Aven— is that your vlogger nickname? If not, you’re probably not born around here, yeah?” 

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he seemed… amused at the unraveling situation; something that she didn’t quite comprehend, but she decidedly let it be. some people found fun in just about everything, she supposed, and though she definitely wasn’t one of them, she couldn’t judge. the students passing by them did tick her off a fair bit though– being under the spotlight hadn’t been her forte, and though she usually brushes such situations off with harsh words and her usual bad attitude, she could not simply storm off, especially since she’s now successfully convinced the male to skip his lecture. way to go.

the sudden weight thrown into her arms did catch her off-guard, and though she tried, as much as she could, to stabilize herself; the little step she took back wasn’t going to go unnoticed. “… oh.” was the first thing that came to her mind upon hearing his sudden change of plans. “well, if that’s the case, you could help me hold the files that you messed up.” she muttered, tossing him the files from before as she pressed her lips together firmly. just the thought of having to rearrange it all was giving her a terrible headache, and she guessed all she could do was make use of the help that he had offered– especially since he was the one who ran into her first. “this way.” she cocked her head towards the exit before starting off in a brisk walk.

[csyoun-blog]

He supposed it was fine, a detour once in a while, that is. The certain fortitude that sometimes comes by like a breeze wasn’t that of a usual one, and he very well opted to take the excuse of it when it urged him to do so. It was always pleasant how an unscripted occurrence can add so much more dynamism into his spirit, and the girl standing before him counted as one as well, in this particular scene. So he nodded with a smile, particularly that of a bright one, as he caught the files that the girl tossed onto him in both of his hands.

“Say, I wanted to ask.” The boy commenced, until was caught mid-sentence as one of his classmates passed by with a soft whisper of ‘hello.’ He nodded avidly in replacement of a verbal reply, his eyes shifting back to the raven hair that already made her way past him. He chased, making his steps towards the right hand side of the girl before carrying on with his words. “Are you usually this hostile? Or maybe, did ya get off the wrong side of the bed this morning?”

He didn’t quite mean to inquire in a passive aggressive demeanor, although it might have came off in such a way. So once he reminded himself that he might not want to pull the catty tail out of the girl again, he pursed his lips to the side before adding on. He already probably got the girl on edge for deranging her documents, anyway. “Or maybe you just... didn’t get your coffee this morning?”