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@fcxjay
[ txt ] and to set up the christmas tree outside duh! [ txt ] i know it might a sore subject since you know... you're lacking — but it'll be fuuuuuuuun !
[text] Oh
[text] But outside? Why outside?
[text] Normal people put a tree inside the house, yanno
[text] I— how would you know I'm lacking, girl? You been spying on oppa?
[text] Oh.
[text] That's a low blow, bb girl
[text] Wait— fuck, I didn't think that one through
[ txt ] but you're texting me so how can you be sleeping [ txt ] tut tut oppa you need better excuses!
[text] Because I dream of you?
[text] Nah, I need a dongsaeng that's not so quick-witted.
[ txt ] what am i talking about, of course you're not — come outside right now!!!11
[text] Hey, one could be busy sleeping.
[text] Wait, hold up. What for?
[text] It's freezing outside. I ain't going out for no reason.
[ txt ] oppa oppa are you busy?
[text] I— define busy.
【 mishap 】
The way she had looked at him almost made the question worth it— nah, scratch that, in retrospect, it had been entirely worth it and, if anything, she should be grateful he hadn't voiced his first thought when she had gestured to that particular area.
As she blushed once again before him, Jay came to another realization. She's shy. Must be, or he'd guess that she's not used to compliments. Why not, though, would be his question if that were the case. When she merely shrugged, he couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. "Not sure? Well, I think it'd be beautiful. Trust me, I've seen a lot of girls. I can tell," he added, winking for emphasis and purely to see her reaction.
As he attempted to clean the area the paint had spilled in the best he could, with a stolen glance, Jay noticed her small actions. Was the— was she— and he should've known better, than to expect that she wouldn't have some kind of mutation. However, one dealing with paint, or maybe it was some form of telekinesis for all he knew— still, a mutation in which she could manipulate the paint the way she had, no matter how minute the attempt, was rare to him.
"You okay?" And again, he found himself chuckling. Foot stomping. He hadn't seen that one in a while either. "That's cool, though. What you did. Can you—" with a pause, he reconsidered his words, yet another first for Jay in the past few years.
Yes or no questions, that'd be best given the circumstances, wouldn't it? So he tried again.
"Your mutation has something to do with paint, yeah?"
"Would you wear an ugly christmas sweater for the rest of your life?"
His face essentially said it all but who he happened to be talking to wasn't the brightest bulb in the school— although Jay could change that, if he wanted, theoretically.
"One day is bad enough, man. Like— I know I got enough game for this kind of shit but imagine if this was our uniform or somethin' girls already don't talk to you."
"Why you doggin' me?"
"I ain't doggin' you. That sweater be doggin' you."
"What about yours?"
"Mine?" Jay could only laugh. "Go on, ask me why there's a fire on my sweater."
"What?"
"Come on, ask me, bro."
"I—"
"Just ask. Come on now," and he waggled his fingers at the other, nodding as if it was the most rational thing in the world— hell, the universe.
"Alright, why?"
"Because underneath this sweater, it's hot." With an obnoxious laugh, Jay brought his hand over his lower torso, slipping the thick cotton up to reveal a sliver of skin. "Get it?"
As the other shook his head and began to walk away, he considered that it was probably the last time a floormate thought of making small talk with him.
❝ — ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇs ;
He couldn't process the fact that her delicate fingers were pulling at the fabric of his shirt despite the thin material and how it would've normally clung to his chest otherwise. It was lucky for her that he hadn't noticed either— or else he would've said something far beyond the situation. Instead, he agreed with her, unaware of when he had started nodding, only focusing on the imminent energy surges in their area.
If Jay could manage to detect them before anything happened, he might get her out of there unharmed. Key word being might because, on the other hand, he could accidentally injure her but, hey, what happened years ago was years ago. It's not as if that girl's eyebrows hadn't grown back.
Without the words "I'm lost" slipping from her lips, he might've forgotten why he was even willing to help her but as soon as he stole a glance when she spoke again, her words spurring a light chuckle this time, he recalled why he ran.
Sure, he can't just let someone remain in the danger room unprotected but she was cute. Even with the shrapnel and how glaringly luminous the divergence of the blasts had been, Jaebeom would have to be blind not to recognize a pretty girl when he sees one.
"I've got'cha."
A blinking light to the far right of his vision stole his attention from her and he whirled around, letting go of her for now to extend his hands towards the large mechanism hurling towards them. A split second to decide if he could pull enough energy from the device to cause it to fall flat or if he would have gather energy himself, trapping and flinging it back at the rig but a split second late meant nothing.
Game over. A strained yell ripped from his throat as he felt his own body becoming momentarily weak at the risk of the contraption crashing into him, bursts of energy fluctuating from his fingers as he warped it around the entire machine, turning its course just enough to clatter to the wayside. "Fuck, just— just stay behind me, okay?"
I’m aware of haters and bad rumors. I’d would be lying if I said I don’t care, but I try my best not to
Jay Park
(◤ alpha gamma delta.
{* she was a little peeved that she didn’t get to class as early as she would’ve liked— her hair was being a pain in the morning, refusing to look the way she intended and she, too, just as stubbornly refused to give up on the style; there was no way tiffany hwang would walk out that bathroom door looking less than perfect thank you very much. even so, she arrived just in time and managed to land a seat somewhere in the middle of the room} good morning! {* she called out to no one in particular— the greeting only slipping out due to habit. she still didn’t know everyone in her class yet, only having talked to a handful that last time she attended}
{* the teacher was settled at the front, already starting to speak as she dutifully pulled out a pen (mostly to look the part, because good student or not, she was still a young individual who’d rather be outside shopping than listening to a teacher talk), staring blankly forward so that the teacher knows she’s paying attention. there was no way she’ll risk getting into trouble so early into the year— or she just didn’t want to get in trouble, really. ever}
「 If it wasn't for that teacher nearly busting him in the hallway, he wouldn't have been in class but, damn, was that girl from earlier worth it. Her name had already slipped his mind but her lips hadn't and the way she— that bubble had been unfortunately popped by the awfully cheery voice he heard. Who the hell is this cheery in the morning, he thought vaguely as he lifted his head from where it had been perched in the palm of his hand, the other rubbing at his eyes. Oh, new— wait, he hadn't been in class for days— uh, weeks now is his best guess. So maybe she isn't new but she's new to him 」
「 Scooting his desk forward, and not too subtly as that, considering Jay's as graceful as a tranquilized elephant when it's this early in the day, he brought out his trademark goofy grin as he flicked his fingers, allowing the pencil he so effortlessly nicked from the student next to him's desk to tap her shoulder 」Hey there, sunshine. If you were the one breaking into my window every morning at the crack of dawn, I'd never draw the curtains.
back to the jungle ~ jay
—
So classes were back in session. Great. Just what he needed, to be honest. Now he actually had a reason to sleep in. Or not.
He thought he could get away with what he had been doing— because, let's face it, after how long he's been at the school, who's going to care about what he does anymore— until he forgot that he had a group assignment.
Now, Jay's one of the laziest around. A sloth's got nothing on him but far be it from him to be the type to hold others back, especially if the only thing asked of him is to pretend he knows what's going on. Stand there and look pretty. Exactly the kind of task made for someone like him. He's all about the conservation of energy. Sometimes.
Tugging on the jacket strewn over the foot of his bed— at least, he assumed it was, just like his desk, he hadn't seen it for weeks over— he made the dash for the stairs, taking each one in brisk stride. He was bound to make it too. The Seattle native was sure of it— until he met an abrupt stop. "Me? A hallway works both w— Jinah."
Well, this was an interesting development. Maybe he could be late after all. Who wouldn't excuse him for stopping for a girl that looks the way she does? That's just how they met too. Swiftly picking up her books, he offered a hand to help her up, a cheesy grin already well in place. "It's been a while, girl."
【 mishap 】
The silence hadn't struck him as odd. Neither did the balled fists or the way she seemed baffled, horrified, appalled, or fed up with him. No, Jay's quite used to that. Rather, he expects it because it's bound to happen either way, given his personality and his reputation. It's only a matter of which one gets to the person first.
But— wait— why was she pointing at her throat? His first thought had been too offensive for the first meeting. He'd save that kind of behavior for— say, oh, the third or fourth time he ran into her.
Now.
Now was the first impression— although the paint wasn't exactly a great impression but no helping that. "I— are you thirsty? I don't get it," and he offered the least awkward laugh he could muster, which was still pretty damn awkward given the situation.
"Oh! Oh. I get it! You mute, girl?" With a slanted smile, he glanced her over again, a faint click of his tongue following the prolonged gaze. "Shame. Bet your voice would've been beautiful."
❝ — ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇs ;
—
"Lazy to a fault," had been the words last spoken to him and he couldn't discredit them nor the instructor that had deemed him as such. He was, by nearly all means, a sloth. In what areas he did not slack in, they were clearly beneath the scope of academia, particularly in the institute.
It hadn't bothered him much, however. Funny was more like it. Whenever a new instructor came around or he reached their class, Jay had to force himself not to laugh— which he gave into anyway. Why restrain himself for their benefit? Clearly, when they criticized him, they didn't extend the same courtesy. So much for professionalism in the face of rebellion and they honestly wondered why it was outrageously entertaining.
So, when he did make an effort to stroll in the mere vicinity of the danger room, it was for his own amusement as was any interaction he had. Empty— or, at least, he expected that hallway to be at this time. Who in their right mind would go near the training arena given the obstacles they had experienced recently (again, not that he had done much during that time) and test their limits— other than Jay, that is.
Because, essentially, everything to him was about exceeding limits. Pushing boundaries. Invading territory he was not meant to tread on. A challenge. That was what he wanted for once. A childish game, perhaps, with his intentions, but training is training nonetheless. Oh, if that damned teacher could see him now and as that thought crossed his mind, he vaguely distinguished a scream in the midst of the utter chaos he placed himself into.
Wasn't that a bit too realistic?
"Don't tell me some idiot set the room to damsel in distress kind of mission before I—" The next scene had transpired too quickly for his liking as he dashed toward the figure at the far right of the fabricated environment, eyes narrowing in the direction of shrapnel hurling at who he now presumed to be a young— and new, if she was just walking into the danger room without warning— student.
Drawing upon the energy of another explosion nearby, the heat almost enveloping him before he had been able to contain it and cast all incoming pellets away. Jay drew the female into his arms when he could manage, his limb tensing around her shoulders as he pressed her firmly to his torso. At least, that way, he could monitor her location as the simulation played out and the only words that slipped out was the most coherent thought he could weave together while considering what the hell compelled her to follow him. "Are you crazy?"
An introduction could come later. Hopefully.
【 mishap 】
The pause had been pointless, it really had been, but he was struck speechless for a second. Not many still blushed before him. Hell, he was normally pleased with any kind of reaction; being known as the "class clown" type and all. Rather, he was used to being ignored, shoved away, or catching a roll of the person's eyes— all which provided him with a sense of gratification either way— still, a shyer reaction was pleasant.
His eyes still rested on her as he inclined his head, taking in her gentle features. "Are you... nodding to get something to cover your skirt or— uh, the paint coming off? And, look, do you got'a name? I feel rude just calling you girl," and he paused again, would he really call her by name if he knew anyway? Probably not. But the sentiment was the most anyone could actually get from Jay.
Brushing his hands off, a bad idea on his part considering that paint remained on his palms, he rose from his position and moved a few steps closer, lifting his hand to brush the hair away back and get a closer look, so to speak. "Bet you got a pretty name to match that face."
(/slides a paper slip under jay’s door that reads: “ay man, i’m gong chanshik. i think our abilities go hand-in-hand. just like you and me~ (*ノ・ω・）")
「Finding a paper slip under his door intrigues him, to say the least, but that's not much considering he's simple-minded. Hey, for all he knows, someone's kicking it old school and hitting him up with paper instead of text, so, really, he thinks it's some girl trying to get at him but the actuality of the situation is interesting too.
It took him a moment to understand before he laughed, a brow raised in half-shock, half-amusement. Tossing the paper on his desk (who knows how long it's been since he last sat there) he shakes his head. 」Ain't my thing. Even if I swung that way, hand-in-hand's too tame, man.
【 mishap 】
When she fell to her knees, like a typical guy, his mind went somewhere— as in he thought it was his fault and she shouldn't be cleaning it (and whoever thought otherwise, Jay says y'all nasty but he likes it) so he couldn't help lifting her up, his hand wrapped around her bicep as he shook his head, guiding her to take a step back. "I got this, girl. No worries."
As he said that, truly, without any concerns, he let his jacket fall to the ground behind him, hands working at tugging his shirt over his head. It'd be better for his shirt to become stained with paint than soil anything of hers for his mistake. He'd ask for his own method of payment though and it began with her name.
"You're new, right? Name's Jay. I'd shake your hand but—" and he held his arm up, revealing the pain swiped across his wrist from his recent work. Only then had he noticed the splatter on her clothing and he cursed under his breath, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he motioned at her legs. "You, uh... want something to cover that?"
Without any sort of warning, he took the hem in between his fingers, thumb brushing over the stain to test its condition. "Oh fuck," and it still hadn't crossed his mind to care if she minded his profanity. "Does paint come out?"
That's right. It seemed to have already dried. There went the simpleness of his day.
