—accelerando

False Alarm || Hoya & Kyungsoo

Hoya started to wonder and doubt his decision; whether was a good move or not. He could have just escaped like the others, pretending that he did not cause it and like the crowd, bewildered and anxious as to why the alarm triggered and went off. But again, it would be very cowardly and immature of him. Immature, yes — he is 21 years old. Hoya knew that he is way too old to be running away from trouble. He knew he caused the chaos, havoc — whatever that fits the incident that happened not too long ago. In actual fact, to be more precise, it just took place few minutes before this one did.

And here he is, standing in front of a professor (even though it was not on purpose and by chance), admitting his mistake. He noted the fact that he did not make a clear cut apology and could have done better but he also thought to himself that it was not awful or anything.

"There’s always next time," He thought to himself then again, rethink what he just did.

No, he did not want a next time.

He then shook his head in an inconspicuous manner. He did not plan on doing the same mistake again. Besides, we are not meant to repeat it but instead, learn from them. He took a glance at Professor Kyungsoo once more, wondering as to what the male had in mind for him. As expected, artists have imaginative minds, but at this point of time, Hoya wish he did not possess such gift. It made him feel a little sick when he made up some scenarios in his head as to what the professor would do. He shrugged when he thought of them, thinking whether the individual in front of him would be so cruel and merciless. He did not seem like one, though. But still, it is too early to judge.

He stared hard at the male inconspicuously, wondering what he will really do. Hoya is generally quite good at reading people, but he really could not tell what on earth is going on with the teacher’s thick — opaque; not transparent and hence hard to read — mind. It was probably because of his poker face, assuming that he was an actor. Hoya then subconsciously lifted up an eyebrow in pure amusement and confusion as to how his mind can think of such things before shaking his head again once more that it is purely impossible. Everyone knew the age of this particular young adult standing right here.

To think that he is only four years older than me, Hoya thought to himself as he squinted his eyes slightly in disbelief, suddenly feeling inadequate. He wondered as to how many grades he skipped doing his school life. He probably did not skipped any in his university ones, considering the fact that he has never heard of such system before. Yet again, he might be wrong, for it was impossible that Hoya could know everything about academics. They can always twist the rule around; nothing impossible for the people who laid the regulations down initially to do so.

The abrupt voice brought out from the teacher’s lips caught Hoya a little off guard. He could not really tell as to what he exactly said since he was murmuring but Hoya could pretty much make up what was he trying to convey. Coming back to reality, he then responded to him. Nonchalantly, and vaguely, so that it would not seem as if Hoya did not understood what the person said. “I’m not too sure on that.” He then complimented himself on thinking of such a cool and calm collected reply, but it was as though the professor did not even bother to take note on that fact when he saw him heading towards the door and asking him, Hoya, to tag along. Well, in this case, ‘tag along’ was not probably the right choice of words to use. ‘Follow him’ was more likely to be phrased with instead.

Still bewildered as to what are his motives, Hoya decided to blindly follow him.

#para #jju-hoya #p;false alarm #(finally...)

Eventually the pair stepped outside. And Kyungsoo did no more than stare at the multitude standing outside before he finally made his decision.

"Mistakes happen," the professor said once he was certain that Hoya was close enough to hear him. "We all do them one time or another. However even if it was just a simple accident, look at what it caused." Now the professor gestured towards at the mass. A few of his colleagues were there struggling in keeping the order with their students. And the professor was not too keen on joining the struggle anytime soon. "They have consequences all the same. As I said before, you might have to repent for it so we can avoid committing the same mistake in the future, alright?"

And just like that the professor faced the student fully. How curious it was once he thought about how close their ages were; Kyungsoo being older than the student by just a few years. It made him think how different things could have been—how things should have been, if he hadn't taken certain decisions.

Although a life like this one isn't at all unpleasant; rather it was incredibly relaxing and at the same time empowering, knowing that there are others depending on your knowledge, your intellect, to lead them one step closer towards their dream. But it truly wasn't his future. This profession wasn't his vocation, even if music indeed ran through his veins in the same way that blood and oxygen does. But so did capitalism. And even then the high chair was just too overwhelming for him. He did not attain his mother's ruthlessness.

His was a different scenario where he would spend his days singing and his nights practicing. Something eerily similar to his days now. Yet those he dedicated his voice to no longer exist. And if they're no longer present to hear him again, then his voice will do the same. It'll always remains silent.

And so in the end he supposed that he was grateful for this position, for having some sort of distraction; an escape. He didn't have to sing. He only had to play, teach the scales, a bit of history; show the differences between a melody and a polyphony. All could be done with pale fingers and a few spoken words. And papers. Great amounts of papers.

"Come to my classroom when you're free." the professor said with a shrug. "You're going to be my helper until all of this blows over."

illwonaire

#visual #(screams internally)

exsuho-jju

Void // Suho & Kyungsoo

315…315…315. 315.

"There you are." Joonmyeon finally finds the new apartment he had picked, sliding up the cover of the keypad before punching in the four-digit code, the soft beep indicating the door was unlocked successfully. He opens the door, entering with a box of his close possessions tucked carefully under his arm, the other arm carrying his backpack, one strap draped loosely over his shoulder. Upon entering, he concluded that someone else lived here already, a staff member probably since not much students live in the apartments.

A small smile crept up on his face, the dark place not exactly welcoming but he can feel the homely warmth in the air, closing the door quietly in hopes not to disturb his roommate—if he was even in, of course. The male heels off his converses and neatly places them aside before setting his things down on the floor of the living room area, moving to the kitchen and flips on the light. He takes a look around and sees a very well-decorated place, nodding some. “Nice…” He runs a hand through his hair and takes a look at the time on the stove as he moved to sit down at the kitchen table, sighing tiredly.

11:46pm.

Almost midnight. The male was so busy with unpacking his classroom materials, he never had any time to unload his other boxes from his car. So instead, he grabbed the box with his personal items and a fresh pair of clothes for the next day to be ready for the actual ‘moving in’ part. He collapses onto the table, the cool surface soothing his warm skin from unpacking and moving non-stop that day. It’s not that he didn’t like it. Oh no, Joonmyeon was more than happy to be back in Jeonjin. For the past month or so, he felt lifeless in Seoul. But that didn’t really matter anymore because now, he was back. For good this time.

Joonmyeon’s eyes slowly drifted shut, not fully being able to fall asleep since he was in an apartment with an unknown and possible roommate and the table wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to sleep, considering the position he was in. But he did stay like that for a while, relaxing all the muscles in his body until he felt like liquid.

How curious it was the way the music professor changed entirely when he was alone.

It was almost midnight. And in his apartment, from where he stood, was utterly silent; devoid of all noise save for his even breathing. The light of his room was on, and he dressed himself in the comfiest clothing he could find

Right in the confines of this spacious apartment was where Kyungsoo shed all sense of 'aristocracy'. In here, he was not the gentleman, the well-kept professor that trotted down the halls of the university decked ironed suits and polished shoes, no. In here he was simply Kyungsoo, 25 year-old young man that still invented his own words whenever he couldn't remember his favorite song's lyrics as he sung to himself and to the emptiness of the room; a young man who still clung to old sweatpants--that singular pair that were baggy upwards whilst closed and skinny at the bottom--because no other brand could ever compare to the pure commodity they provided for him; and the same young man who was always so painfully clumsy, dropping everything from his hands at the most inopportune moments, and whom bruises were of common occurrence, simple things; this was made the professor in his most relaxed state.

And of course he would be utterly surprised--and not to mention absolutely embarrassed--at the idea of coexisting with someone else. He was always alone. His home was to be lived by in it himself and no one else (which would eventually turn him into a bitter bitter old man, wouldn't it? He always chuckled at that possibility.)

Then now he sung to himself as he always did, walking towards the kitchen area which was also attached to the living room. But he stopped. He promptly shushed and stood silently in the hallway that led to the rooms. He stared at the figure resting at the table. Now Kyungsoo had always despised empty rooms. Seeing them empty only accentuated the loneliness it could bring. And so since he first moved in, he had always kept the spare room he had equipped with everything: a spacious bed, nightstands, a dresser, and even a few decorations here and there.

The professor supposed now was the time it the uninhabited room would come in handy, because as he took careful steps towards the wooden table, he realized that he knew the slim figure; that his memory was still as strong as ever and that he definitely knew who was dozing at his table.

"Suho?" the professor questioned hesitantly. "Why are you here at this hour?" The professor then gazed at the other male more intently, another question burning at his tongue. "And more importantly, how in heavens did you get in?"

#paras #suho-jju #p;void

Singularly Unique, Among Other Things || Kyungsoo & Myungsoo

myungsoo-jju

One of Myungsoo’s best kept secrets was how music fascinated him. He tended to admire any form of art, how it seemed to serve as a simultaneous escape route for its suffering participants and a window into their true selves that they didn’t dare bear outright. Over the course of years without the company of his parents, but not lacking in the company of their income, Myungsoo dabbled in as many creative outlets as he could. He managed to at least come close to mastery of traditional art and writing, but music still remained mostly foreign. To him, it seemed most appropriate to appreciate music from a distance and not ruin it with his undoubtedly poor skills.

He managed to remain relatively unnoticed in the music building despite his numerous visits. Myungsoo doubted any of Jeonjin’s music students would report ever seeing him there if asked, which meant he was accomplishing his goal well. It wasn’t that he was ashamed to linger in the music-filled hallways- he just preferred to keep some things to himself, and this was one of them. Something about the passion that flowed through the sounds in the corridors made Myungsoo feel relaxed, and caused him to have an odd kind of respect for all the people responsible. So here he was, sitting in an out of the way section of a hallway so the music still reached his ears but so being spotted wasn’t likely, instead of attending the classes he was actually signed up for.

He rested his head against the wall behind him, eyes closed, trying to clear his mind of any thoughts. Typically this was what he did before he fell asleep, but that hadn’t been working out lately either. He could probably count the number of times he’d gotten a decent night’s sleep in the past month on one hand. After a few more uneasy moments he stood up and made his way down the hallway, subconsciously following the music of a piano that came from a room not too far away.

Myungsoo lingered in the doorway, certain that the pianist didn’t notice his presence. His eyes flickered over the keys, following the man’s fingers as he brushed them with the perfect mix of vigor and caution. Although he would never admit it to anyone, he always wanted to learn to play the piano. Back in his heartless house in Seoul, a grand piano decorated the living room, seldom touched and surely covered in a fine layer of dust at this point. During his teenage years Myungsoo spent a fair amount of time squeaking out broken melodies on the instrument, but in time grew frustrated when he didn’t pick it up as quickly as he wanted.

It was when Myungsoo moved behind the man playing, who he now identified as Do Kyungsoo, that he realized he wasn’t it alone. Sticking around until the teacher spotted him wasn’t his intention, but he apparently became too entranced to escape the classroom, and it was far too late now. When Kyungsoo finally spoke Myungsoo chuckled, shaking his head.

"Class starts in 30 minutes? I better get out of here then, I’d hate to actually be stuck in class for once," he answered, eyes still resting on the piano. Truly, he didn’t think he’d mind sitting through at least one music class. "I thought you would at least recognize the people that are and aren’t your students, but I guess I was wrong. Don’t worry, I’m just passing through, I’ll stop bothering you soon." His lips quirked up in a tiny smile and he looked around, taking in the expanse of the room before they finally settled back on the man in front of him.

"I’m Kim Myungsoo, by the way. If you’ve heard of me I haven’t done a very good job of pretending I don’t hang out on the music campus whenever I have free time."

#paras #p;unique #myungsoo-jju

"Not a student of mine..." Kyungsoo echoed the words as he finally listened. He looked up, and surely the boy behind him was absolutely right. He was not one of his pupils. He stopped playing and turned. "Ah, my apologies. Are you just skipping your classes, then? I advise you against that, obviously."

Kyungsoo wasn't one to meddle with students. To him, they do whatever they please, because they should know that every action had its consequences. Never would he question why a student remained in his presence while he played. The reason was too obvious to be addressed. And the class thing? A blatant lie. The professor was free until the afternoon. What he said to the newcomer was simply a code developed by him for his students. Those thirty minutes meant that they were free for the day, and that they should use their free time wisely with studying for their upcoming test. He has mercy towards them. Since the newcomer was not one of his own, then the code would fall on deaf ears and only the literal meaning would be taken into account.

Upon hearing the entire sentence, the professor apologized for his assumption. "Then I must say that I lied. My class is free for the day."

Should the student stay, then Kyungsoo didn't know whether to attend him or to continue playing. The professor rather liked being alone when he played, but the company was always an enjoyable plus when his mood was in the right place. Although, he's rarely had the audience. And he supposed he better get used to it, for he wasn't the only one who enjoyed melodies. But he was wary. He was wary of everyone. He rather not trust than to trust and regret afterwards, but the one in question was just a child.

Kyungsoo caught himself. A child no more than he was, because the professor recognized that he was rather young, more likely to pass off as a student instead of an educator, while his inner being was that of an old man rather than a young adult. Perhaps it was the life he once led that obligated him to assume a this certain posture. Nevertheless it did not matter. Thing past are better left there, forgotten and untouched.

"Then it's a pleasure to meet to, Myungsoo. Do enjoy your personal tour of the building."

chanyeol-jju

Amalgamation || Chanyeol & Kyungsoo

After hearing the news of a new vocal instructor A.K.A Music professor, Chanyeol traipse through the halls of the Arts building, in search of this mysterious professor to give him a warm welcome and be on good terms with him.

There were rumors all around campus about this unfamiliar professor for being serious and intimidating to everyone he meets, the tall male didn’t believe these rumors since the people always take it out of proportion.

Even though he was on his way to see the instructor, Chanyeol couldn’t help but think about his older cousin, who also wanted to become a singer but had disappeared three years ago. He didn’t know what happened to him to just disappear like that.

The last memory with him was when his cousin, known as Do Kyungsoo, flew in from The States and visited the younger, renting a bath house for the purpose to relieve the stress from the pressure of his mother and spend some time with his cousin after not seeing him for a while.

Stepping into warm water of the bath house, the slightly taller male smiles widely at his strained cousin, who was just a few feet away from him, waving a sponge at him.

“Do me a favor and wash my back, Yeol.” Kyungsoo grinned slightly and carelessly threw the item, smacking the other in the face. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was happy to do the little favor for his cousin; after all, time with his cousin was precious for him because he had to go back to the states again.

"Is that a request or a demand~?" The perky male joked while taking the sponge in his hands and came closer, earning a light chuckle from the other.

"Both." Chanyeol lightly snorted at his response and his cousin laughed a little louder than he intended, splashing water at the taller one.

Proceeding with the task at hand, the teenager scrubbed the older’s back then past his head lightly. “Yo’ Soosoo, remember when you punched that guy? Yeah…What happened?”

Earlier that day, both males went to buy food where they met a stranger, well for the youngest, they were, and smiled at his cousin. It happened so fast, the stranger had whispered something to his cousin, and Kyungsoo suddenly snapped and punched him in the face.

Chanyeol felt the college student tense up and kept silent for a minute before speaking, his voice almost inaudible, “I don’t want to talk about it….”

Finishing his little flashback, the dazed male walked passe through a classroom but not before spotting a a slightly familiar figure standing by the window with his back faced to the taller. Stooping abruptly by the doorway, Chanyeol snapped back into reality and did a double take, staring intensely at the silhouette.

'It can't be..'

#paras #p;amalgamation #chanyeol-jju #{we should have done this at the beginning oops}#imp;

On a day like this, the bags on his arms were heavy, the knot in his back his greatest despair. And shifting the paperwork from one side of the world to another was too much and so unbearably tiring to deal with. Even so, today was the day that he finally settled in. A new beginning and the closure of another chapter if his life. All done at the tender age of twenty-five. The life of a student was done. He had a name to himself, he possessed wealth, he had all the pleasures life could offer him. Yes, he had it all.

But, if Do Kyungsoo were to be, at least once, true to himself and to the sentiments he suppresses and to his personal desires, he would say that he would have preferred to be born dirt poor and struggle, than to be away from those he cared for. The sacrifice for was enormous, even if to some it's just a simple shrug of their shoulders; a thing which was to be ignored, overcome in the matter of days, and forgotten within a week. Yet that was not him. He was a slave to the memories, constantly looking back on what could have been and what will never be. That was his flaw. He stepped with certainty towards the future with the demons of his past right on his heel.

To Kyungsoo, family meant the world. And today, of all days, he found himself missing that person that brightened up his darkened days against his own will. His dear cousin, Park Chanyeol. It had been three years since he last saw his cousin. Three years that instead of searching for his cousin's overwhelming warmth, he opted to distance himself from everything that ever meant anything to him. Kyungsoo had flushed himself clean of everything, but not of his unyielding care for his dear cousin.

He missed him so much, so powerfully, that it almost brought him physical pain.

The only relative he cared for that still held life in his veins, he supposed. Perhaps that is why Kyungsoo felt the burden of his absence so keenly as he had. Don't ever be fooled, Kyungsoo wasn't one to show care, and his sensitivity was a thing that only he and his subconscious were familiar with. The rest simply showed itself through time, commodity. Through the ups and downs of every melody he had ever possessed the dedication to learn. All of this, the melancholy, the remembrance, solidified that which made Kyungsoo...himself.

And right now, the sun on his skin felt amazingly wondrous on his pale skin. The trip had been rather cold. The window in his classroom had caught his attention almost immediately upon his entrance to the space. Every speck of the room had been a delightful discovery for him. He never fathomed that he would end up an educator, instead of being a business tyrant. He supposed that that's what one should do with life: Never expect.

Never expect indeed. He wouldn't have expected to be noticed to quickly. He never expected that the news of his arrival would be caught by a peculiarly cheerful being's ears. And an intense feeling, as if he was being watched, led Kyungsoo to stand straighter, and to stray away from his solemn thoughts. He turned, and his gaze caught a great mass of brownish hair as it disappeared from his doorway.

Curious thing. At once Kyungsoo moved from his spot at the window, an aleatory command laying in wait on his tongue, but once he pushed the door aside, and truly looked at the being spying upon him, every thought died right on his lips.

His eyes widened in pure disbelief. His mind must be playing tricks, he thought. There was no way, not possible, not probable, that the object of his thoughts was now standing, towering the shorter professor, right in front of him.

"C-Chanyeol?" It couldn't be. Of course it couldn't. Kyungsoo blinked. It was an illusion, yes, that was it. An illusion, a trick of his mind to torture his heart. That was exactly what was happening. Yet, there he was. It was him. The same clumsy idiot he calls his cousin.

"Chanyeol." He finally repeated with certainty before he blurted in his confusion, "What are you doing here?"

070413 Kyungsoo & Junhee [Devoid Emotions]

For an ephemeral period of time, the student found her heart to be harrowed with undying inquietude and great unease. Perhaps it was the manner in which the professor had chosen to uphold as he pondered upon her rather random statement, one that needed tedious process and documents to come by if they were to make such a thing come true, and not be just a mere fleeting and foolish dream. Choi Junhee had not of much knowledge of such transactions, most unfortunately, but she was quite certain that a property of the university would need certain procedures to undertake before it could be released elsewhere. The female blinked in slight dismay at such thoughts, finding it to be increasingly taxing due to the strange lack of the dean’s direct contact with this particular premise. Nevertheless, after a time that was almost too long to bear, her older companion gave a rather delightful albeit surprising remark to her incipient statement. It was maddening — in a good way, that is — that a new found acquaintance such as he, Professor Kyungsoo, would share the same kind of opinions. Or so she assumed, of course.

The man was surely one that determined and planned nearly instantaneously upon demand, for the male alumnus had then begun to reassemble the beautiful artifact that they had decidedly pulled apart initially. Piece by piece, they returned to their own original cosy spots in the framework of the instrument, save for the missing one at the corner. The carvings began to lay hidden due to their neighboring ivory keys except for the one at the far end. The female felt no sadness at the thought of their reburial for the idea of finding its first owner excited her. It is truly in ways like this that Junhee was still rather childlike. However, a part of her own mind reminded that the chances of discovering the aforementioned person was quite slim. It was a notion that hardly pleased, for it also chose to voice out the possibility that the possessor to be dead. The female student would have dearly loved to tell her own mind to keep its thoughts to itself, but that would be a daft move indeed.

Coincidentally, it seemed as though the professor was also thinking about a logical way to go about this new found plan, and so the girl no longer felt too asinine about it. He appeared to be glancing at the fine instrument, as if doing so would derive productive ideas. “If only that would work, huh,” mused Junhee inwardly, subconsciously undertaking the same course of action. Even so, nothing relatively useful decided to emerge at all. It was considerably frustrating. At last, the alumnus called to her with a cheery demeanor, one that nearly stunned her. The professor was almost one to be characteristically whimsical with a perplexing twist. She blinked blankly upon hearing his unexpected request, and then a smile played on her facial expression. “Shall I speak of it to be an honour, then?” responded the student in an elated style. Eventually, the female had a strong suspicion as to what the alumnus intended to try as they walked through the hallways.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at the taller one, an amused expression masking her countenance. “Prof…?” began Junhee, purposefully allowing that inquiry to linger with an evident dearth of supporting words. It was pretty much her poor fashion of teasing the older in a subtle and harmless manner. Whatever his response was, she didn’t exactly counter for her fundamental goal had already been achieved. Their walk drew to a prominent end when they entered in a particular office. It was, well, one that was no stranger to her, but that was a piece of information she did not intend to shed light upon. Her eyes, however, remained indubitably attracted to a particular book that was bursting with data. It was, in fact, the book in which the young frosh often took up in order to just collect people’s numbers. A creeper’s job, really. “I wonder why that book is in the office now though…?” nearly asked Junhee aloud. Why, that kind of suspicious statement would never do. Logically though, the book might have been kept in the main office now due to harassing phone calls.

Finally, they found themselves in the area in which the plethora of archive overwhelmed them both. Her eyes widened temporarily, resuming to their normal size when she realized that it was arranged properly. Perhaps she had even allowed a suspire to form due to immense relief. Even so, being charged with such excitement made her run over to the appropriate year’s shelf in spite of being quite the distance away. Though she might have tried to preserve her first impression — one that was hopefully leaning towards the positive traits — but having sprinted into a mini-scaled run would just ruin it all, in her opinion. Oh well, her feet were already taking her to the place she intended to reach even if there would be more convenient methods to execute. Upon arriving at the aforementioned year’s shelf, the brunette randomly took a thick book after squinting at it.

"… Sixty three years ago, huh," mused Junhee before opening the tome carefully, quite forgetting that this trip was not taken alone.

#paras #p;devoid emotions #juniel-jju #wah

"It is indeed an honour, Ms. Choi," Kyungsoo replied after he mounted the piano into pristine condition; as if it were never dissembled in the first place. And not even he could deny the irregular thrill coursing through his veins and cursing a gentle smile onto his face. Tantalizing. With every action they discovered more and more of this majestic instrument's humble history. Rather than being naive; instead of closing his heart to keep his essence of solemnity intact, Kyungsoo entertained the possibility of this being one of love and care. One that should be shared and passe through the generations. And should they go to great lengths to reach its true owner, then the final reward would simply be knowledge of it all. Just for the fact of knowing with no materialistic gain, for the professor had already lost every opportunity he possessed to continue to play his melodies on this long forgotten instrument.

Don't take him wrong, knowledge for him is as good as music on a solemn day where words oft failed to convey the murmurs of his soul. There was no wrong to it; no wrong in quelling curiosities and chasing long forgotten strings of clandestine words. Why would they be carved between the keys, if not to keep those carefully woven syllables a well kept secret? Aha! This revived a similar fire to those times where responsibilities were of no concerns; the time where he was really, truly, young. And to this, he owed his beautiful companion his gratitude. Even though he does not convey the sentiments, and never dares to voice his needs, the chance to share this adventure made the entire ordeal all the more appealing and pleasant.

After completing the tiring task of travelling through and about the corridors towards their newest destination, and as the professor simply rose an eyebrow upon hearing his dainty nickname tumbling from the lips of the well mannered pupil--taking into note the subtle mischievousness in her demeanor (he shouldn't have detected that, supposedly), and of the reality that he indeed was prone and laid bare to experience this should he make those around him comfortable,-- Kyungsoo's eyes became even wider and brighter (pardon the rhyme) than ever before. Of course, he had heard of the University's grand archive. Keeper of the many many generations that have passed through its hands. Including his mother.

While the pleasant student seemed to forget of the professor's quiet existence, instantly rushing towards the area where they were both supposed to go and investigate, Kyungsoo stopped. He stood silently for a few seconds, then he moved rather languidly towards Junhee, his eyes scanning, as he silently hoped he wouldn't find the years where his mother was the one in the building, and not him. In his wary attention, he unexpectedly walked right past the archives, never noticing the interesting shimmers the letters held.

Upon overhearing Junhee mutter to herself, the professor concentrated yet again to the task. "Sixty three years, that seems correct," he said. He hoped that his sudden speech didn't do anything to startle the girl out of her reverie. He took a tome in his hands and quickly scanned through its pages. "It shouldn't take us long. Scan through the ones that belong to the Music building. If it's properly placed, then it should show us the students that took classes there."

070413 Kyungsoo & Junhee [Devoid Emotions]

Blinking from time to time, the female student only observed with quiet curiousness while the other steadily executed the said work on the musical framework. Being one that did not associate with grand instruments such as the grand piano that was being dissembled in front of her, Junhee would preferably refrain from sounding like a dolt by asking unnecessary questions. The twenty year old was surely one that did not often go out of her way to tame her innocent inquisitiveness, but an important time such as this required her part. Or so she strongly believed, that is. Of course, one could never deny the brunette’s undying want to know and perceive of matters supposedly strange to her reality that would perpetually subsist for many years more.

With the impeccable and seemingly infallible use of the screwdriver, the amiable professor had appeared to undo a few screws that were holding the apparent key onto a hidden contraption. It was something she would imagine, at the very least, and perhaps it would have brought hidden comfort if she had known that the notion she held inwardly chanced to not stray too far from the fundamental truth when it pertained to suchlike makings. By and by, the young man had watched most astutely — or so she assumed it to be — upon the progress that he had embarked on. Noting his subtle expression, it was likely that he wasn’t doing badly so far or else one like her would realize that something was amiss. Eventually, Professor Kyungsoo settled before the musical object and resumed his initial task of kindly, although inevitably terribly, pulling the fine structure apart.

Why, surely it was such a valiant effort invested to merely shed light on a supposedly obsolete mystery that was shrouded in time. It was almost an impertinent thought, strung together by one like her. Yet again, the last thing the frosh could do was to refute that kind of statement.

It was not long, nevertheless, in which the rather peaceable mien that the professor adopted had been quick to dissolve beneath fictitious waters. Though he had once begun at a constant pace, his movements had increased most astonishingly with each passing discovery; a particular subject he decided to voice out. The man spoke with a dangerously endearing wonderment that he believed the instrument to be custom made, since it was capable of functioning so beautifully. And to that assumption, Choi Junhee would agree with alacrity. In spite of the fact that she had disallowed her own being to linger close to the work at hand, the freshman was able to descry the carvings embedded marvelously on their respective sides. The enumerating of fervent expressions fixated on the white keys were absolutely captivating, and it threatened to make her feel foolishly swooned. Now then, that was surely an indirect achievement for the one whom the female student couldn’t even place a face for.

The alumnus, despite relating his thoughts selectively, were ringing with indispensable clarity. The feeling of slight regret enveloped her for a moment or two as she noted the fate that awaited the piano afterwards, but they were shaken off as easily as they came. Now, at least they would be able to savour the delight of unmasking the riddle. Finally, the man beckoned her to take a closer look at a particular marking that was residing on the last piano key on the right. Her chocolate eyes stared for an abnormal amount of time at the queer sort of numbering that was situated there until his words broke the girl out of her disarrayed thoughts. The end product of the mental arithmetic in which the professor suddenly proposed sent her mind in a birl almost instantaneously. Her fleeting attention, first it was gifted temporarily to him before they returned to the key in the corner.

With the apostrophe that mockingly took its place before the given number, it was likely that it did denote its creation to be in that particular year. Perhaps the maker wanted it to serve as a memory, as a firm foundation to remember by when the supposed he had grown old with the implied loved one. However, if that truly was the case — it was both worrisome and perplexing as to how a personal property ended up in this university. Whatever the reason was, be it for monetary needs or anything else similar, the frosh knew what she had in mind already. “I do agree with your idea, prof,” asserted Junhee with a small smile. “Oh, and I don’t mean to be crass now but… if it’s possible, I hope that we would be able to return this private property to its original owner.” She paused, allowing her eyes to flicker in the general direction of the dismantled keys. Eventually, her hands took up an arbitrary piece that professed incomparable admiration and a quiet utter finally escaped her lips.

"… I just don’t think it’d be right if we do otherwise."

#paras #p;devoid emotions #juniel-jju

Although the professor certainly didn't appear to be one who cared for such frivolous and abstract situations, preferring instead for the more serpentine and awfully mind boggling situations than the thought of gentle warmth and living caresses, this one intrigued him so. The acute meaning that surrounded this discovery gently touched a part of him that he rarely revealed. He felt a tinge of sadness, because its owners were not present. The magnificent instrument was not where it should be, and it made him wonder; after so many years, was this profound gift meant to be abandoned? Where did its beloved go?

An intense mystery it was, and the professor thirsted for it to find its rightful place in this material world humans call theirs. He readily agreed to his lovely companion's gentle suggestion. It seemed only correct to do so. He touched the keys almost longingly. This reminded him so much of a person he held so close, yet so far. He suddenly felt deep affection for the aged wood on his lap. He felt that the dust collected upon this instrument represented the loneliness it must have experienced before he claimed it as his for this short time. He felt his own lingering remorse for something through the thoughts he entertained about this mystery even when he had already won the battle against it. He glanced at his exquisite companion; and his obsidian eyes remained closed off.

He felt, and he desired so, as well, that this bittersweet story shouldn't end like his did, once upon a time. And although his tale still lived, and was prone to be reborn into something else from time to time again and again; this lovely tale of whispered confessions and unyielding affection stood no chance against the ticking clock that never paused, never stopped, without any help. He decided.

"I can imagine how delightful it must be to recover something that has been lost for so long." he commented as a sighed escaped through his lips. Then he recovered, and a smile decorated his features once again. "We simply must do it, Ms. Choi. I honestly cannot think of anything more appropriate than that."

With quick and graceful movements, Kyungsoo then hurriedly assembled the instrument once again, leaving it more or less as it was before it was dismounted. His mind reeled all the while. If it was possible to return this token back to its rightful owners, then how? They only had the year, and some sort of initials and nothing more. And he thought that there must be some sort of clue. He could inspect the rest of the piano, but something told him that he search would be fruitless. Everything they could possibly discover was carved in the keys and nowhere else.

He then let his eyes rake over the grand expanse of the unused room. It could have been a lovely room, when it was in its prime. The windows were vast and tremendous amounts of sunlight spilled forth because of it. The form of the corner on which this instrument stood and remained, was slightly elliptical; as if they stood on a tiny stage with a wave of cement looming over them.Or more like standing on the edge of a conch shell, so to speak. These types of construction were generally made to increase the overall acoustic of an instrument by ricocheting the sound outwards. Which explains why the melody he played could be heard outside the room with more intensity than when he plays in his own classroom.

For a while, he observed. And he remembered that he was in a classroom, within a university. A university of lengthy history. And with history, came archives. Archives that were probably stowed away in some office in the main building; and archives that were possibly dated the very beginning of the institution. More than enough for the time they both needed.

"I think that I have know where to start looking, Ms. Choi." Playfully, his mood brightening because the mystery was delicious and unique, Kyungsoo's eyes shimmered with lackadaisical mirth,

"You wouldn't mind a quick trip through history, would you?"

exkyuhyun-jju

Hacked | Kyuhyun & Kyungsoo

exkyuhyun-jju

The latter’s voice was steadfast; but otherwise, silence made the conversing cease. The one-worded reply was tediously ambivalent - to the point where he assumed that he may have misheard his question. Another moment passed, accentuating the foreboding silence. He articulated a gulp at the sound of a muffled tapping - he had always felt a certain unease when shared words unexpectedly turned into silence (despite his failure to show it). Kyuhyun was almost in a state of assumption - that perhaps the line may have cut off, or he merely called as a joke; but the heavy breathing and continuous tapping proved to be otherwise. He heaved an inaudible sigh.

Is this how people usually are? What do I even say to him?

He heard the voice speak again, only to lapse into another pause. A smile made its way onto the man’s face once he decided to conclude his sentence with such a stimulating beckoning. His baritone ensued the tone of the latter in reply, “Very well, I’ll come and visit you right away”

***

To his surprise, he needn’t travel far to reach the caller; a bitter chuckle escaped him as he entered the familiar foyer of the apartment buildings. He would often come there for social reasons, either to visit Zhou Mi or to see Victoria - he knew straight away that the unidentified voice must have been associated with the campus… as were the other 95 per cent which resided in the revoltingly extravagant abode.

Difficult to fathom that his future was to manage and repair computers for money. If it were really Cho Kyuhyun, wouldn’t he still be studying with the most credible scholarship in Seoul university? Wouldn’t he have maids come and attend to his every whim? Apparently not. Jeonjin must have meant a lot to the ‘not-as-young’ student - as it was the tangible reminder of how much change can manipulate the fate of an individual… even a spoiled, much too fortunate heir.

He looked up onto the shiny ‘309’ of the man’s room. With a small sigh, he gave the ebony door a rather pathetic tap with the back of his knuckles. It was only after a minute the student heard footsteps, then finally the swoop and creak of the sturdy threshold. In reality, his clean and youthful face deceived him to be younger than Cho Kyuhyun. It wasn’t unusual for Jeonjin to have such underage, novice-quality staff members (he himself being a maths teacher at one point); alas he maintained his wary gaze. His eyes closed briefly, visualising the beautifully defined profile of the man he believed to be Do Kyungsoo.

Did the vocal coach know of him? Oh how he hoped he didn’t. Kyuhyun jest, peering through his glasses to the statuesque figure in front of him:

"You said you had something that crashed?"

#kyuhyun-jju #p;hacked #paras #[wow I sincerely apologize for the incredible lateness]

It was not long ago when the professor had received an affirmative from the tenor voice that heeded is his average call. Moments after he had laid his telephone upon the wooden table in front of him, the professor had then proceeded to lean against it; analytic eyes glued to the contraption that was currently the bane of his existence. Perplexity was an understatement for the emotion the professor was currently experiencing.

A frown now marred his countenance at the peculiar situation. This damned contraption had it against him, didn't it? If weren't for its utility, the professor would have gladly trashed it a long time ago! But now wasn't the time to think of pushing this mechanical helper down the nearest body of water--he was against electrocuting the wildlife that lived in it, you see. Now was the time to get it fixed. Have it fixed, finish his work, then, perhaps, he could consider this thought yet again.,

"Ah, what am I to do? Might as well not tinker with it anymore." He uttered to himself. He then walked towards his couch, and was about to sit on it, but the the subtle tapping on his door had stopped him. Hm, that was quick. Soon enough, the professor opened the door to reveal a rather young face hiding behind it. They were crisp, clean, and undeniably handsome with all their blessed features. For a moment, the professor did nothing but take in their appearance. He wondered, was this person from the telephone? Was this the one who would fix his stupid contraption? Oddly enough, the more he analyzed the male before him, the more familiar he became .

A sense of subtle wariness washed over the professor for a meager second. The feeling persisted once the confusing familiarity grew even more. His mind must be playing tricks, surely. Never in his short life had Kyungsoo seen this male before, and so the feeling was rendered almost useless and unimportant. Still, that didn't erase the fact that he felt it, and, as always, Kyungsoo craved for a careful explanation for it.

But now wasn't the time for such trivial work, and once he heard the same tenor voice coming from his mouth in the same way he heard it through the phone, Kyungsoo wore a patient smile. "Yes," he had replied almost immediately.

With this, he invited the curiously handsome male in, briefly explaining him the situation of his crashing computer. "I don't know what happened to it, exactly, but all I know is that it's gone." he sighed. He showed him his computer, and, finally, he silently hoped that it wouldn't take as long as he feared it would.

Soosoo~ My precious cousin who's is flamboyant and has an amazing voice who can call the angels from heaven~!

(/he narrows his eyes slightly) …What do you want, Chanyeol?

#replies #chanyeol-jju #(Flamboyant I-)

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#nocturne #(typist had to um)

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#nocturne

Singularly Unique, Among Other Things || Kyungsoo & Myungsoo

It was not uncommon for the students who roamed the innermost parts of the Music Edifice to find themselves enjoying the melodies that were strewn throughout the atmosphere. Voices, instruments, anything capable of following simple notes. There was a large variety withing the daily cacophony of this location. It could be from a guitarist sitting in tranquility in a corner or it could be the never ending lists of songs tumbling out from a singer-in-the-making walking down the hallways.

Or, perhaps, it could be coming from a simple grand piano within the confines of a renowned classroom. Melodies crafted by none other than the infallible Professor Kyungsoo.

One would wonder what overcomes the stoic professor during his times of solitude in his classroom. In the presence of no one even when he knows that he was still being heard, still being acknowledged. The professor never minded the audience, as long as no one laid eyes on him, that is. It was a custom long ingrained by his father long ago, after years of silently watching the man give his heart and soul to the gentle embrace of white wood and airy symphonies. It was true the fact that children learn from what they see, and Kyungsoo had long since traded his childhood to become something akin to his predecessor. And alike they were, in so many ways.

Flicking hands and passionate fluttering of fingers over seemingly endless oceans of black and white was what beguiles others into thinking that the male was ruthless when it came to synthesizing harmonies. Perhaps they were right. The melodies effect depended, at most, upon the professor's current state of mind. The more turmoil remains bottled up, the faster his tempos are. Melodies that could incite power and anger, with only slightly more powerful pushes of the keys. It could be borderline gentle, as to not maltreat his beloved instrument. Now when the wilder of this grand instrument was at peace, then its symphony would be endearing, kind. The same applied to the more jovial moments, where its harmonies were all full of mirth and euphoria.

It was his haven, his stress reliever. Today, it was a gentle, but accelerated tune that wafted from his hands. Uncharacteristically, and from cautious remarks, Kyungsoo was playing brighter tunes as of late. Even when he brought along the occasional bowl of fruit to quell his sporadic cravings. He was still a person, and there was nothing wrong with his habits. Plucking fruits in his mouth every while as he keeps going with his personal concerto.

However, so engulfed was he with his hands, that he had failed to notice that he was no longer alone, but accompanied by the person he would least expect. Oblivious he remained until at last, his ears caught a subtle noise that was definitely not produced by his piano. This made the professor stop and turn.

"Oh," he let out a belated breath, carefully disguising his slight surprise when his eyes caught the intruder, "Class starts in thirty minutes," he stated automatically, even when he had a lingering feeling that this person was not his pupil in particular. Oh well.

#myungsoo-jju #p;unique #paras #2soo oops

False Alarm || Hoya & Kyungsoo

Hoya stood still, his eyes blinking several times at a fast rate before it gradually slows down and mouth aghast the whole time ever since this, you could say ‘chaos’ took place. Before he knew, he was the only one in the court. He then snapped out from his position, now realizing and mentally slapped himself in the face, thinking how dumb he must have seemed. He looked around and saw that everyone left, leaving him there and the perpetually ringing bell.

"Let’s get away from here." Hoya heard one of the basketball members saying to another when he saw them getting out. The aforementioned member then took a glance at Hoya, as if he was giving out the message of ‘you’ll pay’ or something before leaving the court, and also leaving Hoya to shake his head at this whole seemingly stupid thing that was happening.

"It’s not like I did it on purpose." Hoya said briefly to himself softly along with a ‘tch’ sound for he could not help but to be slightly annoyed at their attitudes and kicked an invisible pebble that was on the floor. But he knew that there was no point to it, so he headed out to find for someone to report to, be it a teacher or a professor. He knew that he would get punished at any rate. Better to own up than run away like a coward right?

But he could not find anyone. In fact, there was no one to be seen. Hoya looked around, at the same time stayed near the court so that he would know when someone comes to the source of the whole chaos and he would be here to attend to them. Still, even after a while, there was not a single human in sight. He sighed to himself, somewhat not surprised. Of course there would not be anyone anymore, considering the fact that the alarm rang and the supposed right thing to do was to get out of the building, was not it? So in a way, only Lee Howon here was not obeying the rules.

Well, he knew that he could not do anything else and decided to head back to the basketball court, figuring someone would come by anyway. It would take awhile, but it was sure to come. So Hoya opened the door again and closed it back as he waited for someone to come. After doing so, he then drew his attention back to the alarm that was now irritating him. He looked at it with squinted eyes as he walked forward to see on how to actually shut it. But he did not dare to do anything about it, so he decided to just let it be for the mean time till someone comes in.

And someone really did. The person caught Hoya by surprise as he turned around to face the-now-he-could-identify male that seemed pretty pissed according to what Hoya’s eyes told him, and he was not at all surprised by that fact. It also did not help that the male shouted at Hoya which really now caused him to jump in shock conspicuously. Professor Kyungsoo, he told himself in his heart, noting who it was. Staring at the professor, he was waiting for him to come towards him but he did not. Instead, he went to switch off the alarm.

Ah, Hoya thought to himself, half-admiring his ways. That should be done first. How very likely of a professor. His thought then went off when the male was now approaching him. Cowardly, Hoya averted his eyes from the professor at first but then brought himself to look at him. He then sighed slightly to the person’s inquiry. Well, it was true, was not it? But it was not on purpose and Hoya knew that. Still, he thought it was best to just take the blame.

"Uhh," Hoya started talking, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure of how to explain things. "Yeah, I did it but it wasn’t on purpose — I can guarantee you that fact." He then let his tensed shoulders loose as he continued on. "Though I know that doesn’t mean it’s not my fault. And I’m sorry, professor. I’ll take the blame."

#hoya-jju #paras #p;false alarm

"Hm." Kyungsoo made a noncommittal in sound apprehension, slowly taking in this students words and weighing them true or false. Upon closer inspection, however, the recently collected professor took notice of who exactly was this particular student:

Lee Howon.

Would it be odd if the professor found it slightly bizarre to have this student - and this student alone, take the blame for something he would normally peg on some aleatory, bored jock? Not that Kyungsoo generalized the lot, mind you. If rumors between the staff were indeed as true as they were claimed to be, then Lee Howon, "Also known as Hoya," a colleague once clarified, was far from being the usual troublemaker. High marks, pleasant demeanor, and the lighthearted jokester. A student of example, caught red-handed with no one else in the vicinity.

Kyungsoo was no saint and had to admit than even he had pulled off a few stunts of his own in his younger years. The austere professor had experienced many transitions in his life, and developing an extreme sense of humour in the time where simply growing was the only importance was of no exception. However, never have they involved a University's overall alumni and faculty. "If I listened correctly," murmured the professor suddenly, "then this entire ordeal was a simple accident on your part?"

Kyungsoo considered the possibility. It was probable, but the professor was far from easy to convince without the proper evidence. Speaking of which, the professor had casually glanced towards the side during that particular train of thought, and had caught sight of the circular object otherwise known as a basketball. Along the many diminutive shards of glass scattered around the floor, but no companions. Kyungsoo then assumed that the ball was involved in the ordeal and the probability of it being accident increased ten-fold. No one would purposefully throw the solid object against the aforementioned emergency indicator.

With only lingering doubt still coursing through his assumptions, the professor then calmly assessed the situation at hand. There were so many courses of action the professor could take, but only one could be chosen. He could take the culprit to the main office for detention?

No, that sounds rather childish.

The professor could appoint the student as a helper for the custodian worker, but he did not know if this was permitted or not. Neither was the sudden thought of having a helper of his own. In times long forgotten, some ten years or so, Kyungsoo had done a peculiar action that lead him to become a "slave" of sorts. It was only to help his previous educators with the organization of documents or simply become a messenger between the many faculty members, but this alone had taught him to correct his mischievous ways.

Coming back to situation at hand, the professor would still have to leave the premises to inform about his newest discovery. Perhaps then the students could quell their confusion and permit the faculty to take measures concerning to the time lost because of this.

"I suppose you would have repent for your mistake, Mr. Lee." murmured the professor as he returned his attention towards the student. It was a statement. "Were there others with you?" he finally inquired as he began to retrace his steps towards the exist after he waved his hand, bidding the student to follow him towards the crowds that awaited outside.

If Kyungsoo planned it correctly, then he could find himself with a pair of helping hands for his work...

070413 Kyungsoo & Junhee [Devoid Emotions]

And by his sneezing alone, it was enough to make her feel bad. How she wanted so badly to apologize over and over again for her thoughtless action, one that brought significant discomfort for the other. Nevertheless, such intentions weren’t executed for the meaning was likely to be lost completely in constant repetition. After all, some words had a way of deteriorating from its original definition when said countless of times. Most unfortunately, it appeared to be the main side effect of the many phrases used to express inner emotions, things that ran along words of affection and regret. It was terribly ironic too, that words of hate and malice only seemed to grow stronger and vicious with each outcry. Detestation proved to be the lethal poison of the mind too.

If such expressions ran in reverse — that would be quite the difference in a dying world like this. Oh well. The peculiarities of life and the human mind, really.

His quiet reassurance managed to frame a smile upon her countenance, something she had not expected whilst she felt guilty for his uncomfortable condition. The brunette did find it a little amusing, since he would speak in a laconic mien which would inadvertently be accompanied by supposedly unrefined sneezes. The gathered specks of dust must have really tickled his olfactory organs since his physique had conveyed such sentiments not once, but actually thrice. The alumnus mentioned that it was alright, that it was not of any trouble and that he really didn’t mind. Moments later, it looked like he was no longer bothered by the minuscule dust, and so he disallowed himself from pinching his nose in such a demeanor. The professor now had a temporal oddity, the slight redness on his visage which Junhee found to be almost endearing. Almost. It reminded her that people like the said professor were still very much human, and likable as well in spite of their apparent fronts.

Upon their return to the music room with the useful screwdriver in her hands, the man had spoken that the sneezing incident would have happened sooner or later anyway. His thoughts, they were expressed aloud for her to either acknowledge or agree in the inner parts of her mind. With the tiny tilt of his mouth which indicated his small yet evident grin, he asserted that mere dust was just a petty sacrifice when it concerned the mystery of the piano. The short pause by the doorway which accompanied his blunt, affirming statement made it feel all the more possible for the enigma to be decoded. At least, that was how she felt afterwards. The student couldn’t help but to throw a diminutive grin at the determined professor. “We’ll be ready for anything that comes hurling at us,” declared Junhee lightly, silently noting the subtle familiarity she used in her sentence. Looks like times were changing, since she applied the word we instead of something that hinted at singularity.

Later on, the company of two do enter the room once more, with him tinkering the inanimate instrument. The frosh observed it with great care and inquisitiveness, noting that the man was definitely someone who had managed such a thing before. It was rather remarkable, in a sense, because not every single individual who was able to play would capable of mending a said musical instrument as well. The twenty year old figured that it would be quite sad if this grand piano ended up biting the dust at the expense of the mystery. Was the embedded puzzle within worth the loss of the vessel itself? Only time would tell, really — and it was something they as humans could never possess. They were living beings at the mercy of many, many things that could perform thievery within milliseconds. As his deft fingers worked their way along the ivory keys with the aid of the screwdriver, her eyes could only widen when she descried something unexpected.

Following the shameless uprooting of a piano key, the truth revealed that its neighbour was the bearer of a prominent carving as well.

#juniel-jju #paras #p;devoid emotions #((there would always be an odd number in the equation oops))

It was only for a few moments where the silence permeated the ambiance in comfortable commodity. Small things such as groans and tiny cracking sounds came from the archaic wood as the professor worked on the piano with diligence. Sneaking beneath the area where the key remained suspended, he loosened four screws; two from each side. Straightening himself from his position, he then stood before the grand instrument. Curiously enough, for those who held little to no knowledge of its inner workings, then the task of removing a key from its rightful place would sound simple. When, in reality, it wasn't.

If one asked for the definition of teamwork, the young professor would've immediately recommended to look at a piano. Although its outer appearance instills grandeur for those who gaze upon it, a grand piano would be reduced to nothing if it misses even one diminutive piece.The piano's key were all paced on top of a wooden plank. It had to be sturdy, resilient, for it held not only the keys, but the many strings and the tiny hammers that produced the sound. By itself, it was the actual contraption - a system of sorts, that was to be considered the heart of the piano. The keys were no simple pieces of white wood. In fact, they were only a part of a very long piece of wood that ran until about half of the inner body of this grand instrument. It was highly complex, and he would gladly spare his companion the interminable ruckus of words that would be his explanation.

Sitting before the aforementioned musical object, Kyungsoo then carefully gripped the sides of the wooden board, pulling it outwards to reveal the contraption, and with certain ease, he loosened the key neighboring the space that its missing sister left behind. And to his infrequent delight, there was yet another carving hidden beside the white. He then removed another, and then another, and another. The messages simply kept coming. Words of adoration, of love, and of care were all carved beautifully on the wood. "It must have been custom made," he voiced in wonder, "It's the only logical explanation I can think of, since the piano was in functioning condition."

The keys were never removed before. The carvings were simply made before the piano was created. And the simple thought that someone would gift their loved one - as he concluded by the romantic vocabulary - filled the aloof male with an inexplicable feeling of warmth. Although it was a pity that it would never be able to conjure a melody again, the professor could always restore its appearance, and leave the piano with its whispered secrets in peace.

But not before he finds the creator of this entire ordeal.

Looking ever so closely, "Miss Choi, come closer for a moment," he called as he eyes a particular carving on the last key to the right:

" '50 "

1950.

Kyungsoo's mind reeled, instantly composing an equation in his mind, "Are my eyes mistaken, Miss Choi" the professor furrowed his brows, "or is this instrument truly dated to 63 years ago?"

/pauses in the crowded hallway, blinking a few times before she spots you from quite a distance away/ Prof! /a smile frames her countenance as she stands in front of you/ ... I know this might be a little random, but I got you something. I hope you'll enjoy it. /gives you the peppermint chocolate rolls and casually walks away afterwards/

(/hurriedly walks down the crowded hallway, freezing on his heels once he heard familiar nickname along with an equally familiar voice) Oh. (/he greets you with a smile) Little one, what brings you here? (/he then looks down as you hand him the sweets, eyes widening in delight) Thank you. I’m very sure I will. (/he answers, watching as you walk away before he proceeds to enter his classroom)

#replies #little one #juniel-jju

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[Event] scavenger hunt! {seohyun&kyungsoo}

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Slightly inclining her head to look towards the professor, Joohyun gazed upon his features as she got lost in her thoughts. It was funny—maybe even rather absurd, or perhaps it was because she’d been feeling a little too sentimental lately—but Kyungsoo’s little display of gestures and mannerisms throughout the night had strongly reminded her of the many corporate heirs and heiresses she had met during her father’s company parties; so much, that she managed to make herself believe that perhaps, he was one of them.

The freshman didn’t really know how she came upon that conclusion, especially as the older man wasn’t as snobbish and didn’t act as ‘exclusive’ as all the others she’d countered upon. On the contrary, he had been nothing but kind and friendly towards her during their whole trip, despite not being as conversational as she’d been..

The young professor’s reply snapped her out of her little reverie, slightly shaking her head to get rid of the haze fogging up her brain. Carefully studying the older’s face once again, Joohyun wondered why she wasn’t surprised that his job was, well, musical. Perhaps she just had a feeling that it suited him, somehow. “That’s pretty cool, Prof,” She spoke with a slight grin on her face before continuing with a question. “So, um, do you only work with kids whose majors are music-related, or are you also willing to coach someone outside of that?”

It was a question that she asked more out of curiosity than anything else, seeing as he didn’t specify anything other than that. Besides that, the brunette found it rather appealing to sit around and listen to amazing voices all day..

Professor Kyungsoo then decided to ask a question of his own, to which Joohyun answered with a slight nod of her head and a small smile playing upon her lips, “Correct! I’m a freshman majoring in journalism.

"I’ve always liked writing and current events, and most of my family members are in the business so.. Um.. Well, I guess I could always learn something from them,” She finished lamely, not continuing with the additional words echoing through her head: Though lately, being here has been more of a burden; like something that the family is expecting from me instead of being something I’d like for myself..

Getting rid of her negative thoughts, Joohyun went back to focusing on the road before them before noticing that their destination was just right ahead. “There it is!” She exclaimed, turning towards the older man with a grin. “We’re looking for a popsicle stick, right? We might as well buy two popsicles, then.. Just in case the other gets lost.”

A small chuckle left her lips before continuing her earlier words. “What flavor will you have, prof?”