The Absolute Delineate

"In all things, be positive!" Hello there, the name's Hoya. A 21 year old Sophomore at Jeonjin University. I appreciate what I have and work for things that I don't. Anything is achievable once you have the determination for it. Art is something I live for. Can't imagine life without it.

[jjuwu]

Needling Advantage // Kris&&Hoya

So Kris needed a day off, from all of the crazy things that have happened since he started Jeonjin. 

Most of the drama he was avoiding was caused by himself but that’s not the point here. The point was, Kris needed a break. He decided this when he woke up and his arm twinged with pain from when he banged it getting his new couch into the apartment. He did his usual morning routine, deciding to check out the other places on and beyond campus by himself. 

So about two hours later, moisturizing properly is important for healthy skin and it takes a while okay, he found himself wandering around the mall. He was dressed casually, canvas american flag converse a splash of colour to his otherwise black outfit, heavy wool coat with shiny silver buttons keeping him warm against the late winter chill. 

Kris felt himself getting a bit nervous, a few second glances from people he expected, being over six feet tall and blonde often caught people’s attention. Usually Kris thrived on positive attention, but now it was just grating on him. After shopping around and picking up a few things he liked, he ventured to the food court, paper bags in tow. 

It was bustling, people everywhere and the chatter almost drown out Kris’s own thoughts. He could feel his palms start to sweat as he clung to the strings on his bags, regretting his decision to get something to eat almost immediately. But he was already here, and some stubborn part of his brain made him start to look through the stands to find something suitable. Most of the shops were Korean, obviously, but Kris didn’t feel like eating that in particular today. He sighed, stopping and rubbing the bridge of his nose to and stem a headache. 

This was not the break he wanted today. 

[jju-hoya]

Today felt like a day to be lazy for Hoya. First off, we have the winter that makes you want to stay in all day to avoid the hassle of wearing layers of thick clothing, socks, boots, snow caps, ear muffs and scarves, knowing it will already take time to actually wear them. And to go out with it is something that Hoya couldn’t even bother to imagine. Everything on him would feel so heavy and the fact that he would still be a little chilled by the air would make it seem whatever he specifically wore just to weather the storm totally redundant in the end. So today, he decided that he would not go out and stay in the dorm the whole day doing his all time favourite indoor hobbies.

Though unfortunately for him, this was not the right time to feel this way. Hoya's dorm lacked supplies -- food, most of all. He needed to go out and head for the convenience store to restock them. He tries to suppress his groan with all his might as he wore the clothes that are acquired to face this season. He then make sure that he brought enough money because he did not want to go back and go for a second round. He also brought his trusty backpack, just in case it was too troublesome to hold all the things in his hands, though the artist doubted that he would buy that many stuff. But again, he can be wrong, considering that he did lack supplies. So he quickly set off, hoping to quickly come back, too.

"To think that I needed you most today.." Hoya said to himself, not bothering to hide his groan now. He felt that the world was against him or something because everything was not going the way he wanted today. First, he wanted to be lazy and not go out but his lacked supplies did not allow that. Now, the nearest convenience store just had to close on him. After being depressed for a moment or two in front of the shut outlet, he then turned to the left and followed a trail that would eventually lead him to Jeonjin Mall, which was the closest next to the aforementioned shop. It was a safe choice, really, for there would be a lot of shops there and it would not close on anyone. Still, if only the snow was not pouring so hard today or else there would be available taxis that Hoya could hitch a ride on. It still annoyed him at how he has to go through all the trouble to get things, though.

This was not the break he wanted today. 

[jju-hoya]

Describe yourself in one word.

I don’t really have a word that can describe me, anonymous.

I’m neither here nor there.

[jju-hoya]

The Spontaneous Mannequin || Hoya & Kyuhyun

[exkyuhyun-jju]

Lee Howon’s distance implied to Kyuhyun that his doubts reduced himself to analyising mere facts. The rather active expressions on Lee Howon’s face seemed to be derived from empathy — touching considering Lee Howon seemed somewhat hurt prior to Kyuhyun’s statement. Perhaps he knew how irritating it was to sit in a fixed position for long periods of time or know the toils of modelling. Nonetheless, the musician found it strange that he himself was irked by such a prospect, considering that modelling and its demanding criterion was well acknowledged by his part. But this was no ordinary modelling — it was art. Evidently creating real, tangible installations must conceive an appropriate amount of pain. Maybe it was harder for Hoya to create the artwork then it was for Kyuhyun to pose for it.

Relief. Despite the speculation for the strange turn of events, Kyuhyun managed another weak smile when Hoya decided to take a short break. He yearned more intensely to have the delectation of stretching; to no longer being constrained of movement — much so that he almost dismissed the subtle laughter coming from the rather reluctant latter. It did however, rouse an interrogating curiosity within him. Why was he laughing in response to his statement? Was it amusing to him? Even in the ambiguity of the laugh’s intention, Kyuhyun’s mind couldn’t help but to speculate, or rather to label a circumstance for what it was. Like how a computer would process commands, Cho Kyuhyun would make literal translations for ones actions… It probably was a bad habit. He knew that all too well. Nonetheless, he decided to wisely dismiss the odd gesture with a raised brow.

He too, imitated Hoya’s coughing action in reply to his question. Admittedly, he had (as always) quite a free agenda due to the constant study he immerses himself in. He was never the kind to go around offer people help let alone go and complete work for others, rather just finding extra work whether it be in leisure, academics… Or even employment. As it were, he had been offered to be on roster for an overtime shift at Jeonjin’s Club Bonamana. Another smile appeared on his face at the thought of crisp Korean currency between his lanky fingers. Getting up, he motioned towards the exit before turning towards Hoya once more: ”I have to leave at about 6pm to go to work. Other than that I can stay for whatever you need me for. I’m just going to go buy some coffee if you don’t mind,”

Noticeably to the pianist, Lee Howon appreciated curt manner; subsided by kindness and docile nature (at least in models). Not that he needed or even wanted his permission, but as a model, Kyuhyun was aware a sour workmanship during long periods of time would as he say, be absolute shit. Wordlessly, he filed out of the room and searched through his bags for a packet of cigarettes. They’ll help me. He thought as he continued to walk down the hallways. A grunt escaped the four-eyed man as he struggled to place his satchel over his shoulder. Thanks to you, Hoya I have an excuse to smoke. Kyuhyun laughed, knowing if Hoya had the power to read minds he would be disheartened reading his own .

[jju-hoya]

So Kyuhyun is a coffee person, Hoya immediately thought about this to himself when the male in the room other than him stated that he was going to grab some coffee. Maybe it was just Hoya, but he has never been a fan of coffee -- tea was and still is a better choice for him any day. Most people including his parents loves coffee, and it always made Lee Howon wonder as to whether he is secretly Japanese or not, for he heard that Japanese people drink lots of tea whereas Koreans are usually coffee addicts. Of course, it is a little too far-fetched to think of that, and it does seem ridiculous. How can one be from an area just because of their preferences? Definitely just too impossible and silly in the artist's opinion.

"Of course," Hoya said, without a moment of hesitation in his tone, before amending it when he realised that his phrase could be misunderstood. "Well, what I meant was of course I wouldn't mind. Didn't want you to get the wrong idea there." Without a word more from both the individuals, Kyuhyun walked out of the scene, leaving the artist to do his typical habit of ruffling his hair for a moment or two. He tends to do it whenever he stops doing something that he placed lots of focus to. And due to his actions made, strands of his hair came together with his fingers when he brought them away from his head. He then separated the strands from the between of his fingers and threw them away. "There goes more of my hair," Hoya spoke to himself, frowning. "I'm going to be bald soon. And my hair's probably messy, too." Not that he cared much about, really, for it is usually untidy all the time. He would not be surprised if it was before this either.

Going back to his seat, he then looked at his phone for the time. Five o'clock -- it surprised him as to how late it was already, for he remembered starting this project since after lunch. Kyuhyun has to go at six, he reminded himself as he looked at his sketch that was currently being drawn. Would I even be done by then? He pondered, hard, wondering what to do. If Kyuhyun were to continue staying with him, it would only cause him to be tired and upset. Though if he would not, Hoya would be the one who faces trouble later on then. Besides, he could not ask other people for he already drew him halfway. How is he going to finish this quickly so that the both of them would be satisfied? He knew that the solution was to do it quickly and efficiently, but how? 

All that thinking actually did him good, for he actually found an answer. He felt dumb for not thinking of it earlier, for it would have definitely been a very good idea and convenient to both sides. Without further delay, he got up, but then again, sat down for he realised that he should not leave the room without telling Kyuhyun first, just in case he actually does come back before Hoya. Quickly, he took a piece of paper and wrote a simple and direct message, stating that he will leave the place to grab something and would be back soon. After that, he left to go to his dorm. "Why didn't I think of this earlier, really." The artist then told himself on the way there. "Taking a photo would be so much easier.."

[jju-hoya]

080114 Hoya & Junhee [What's Hash And Brown?]

[juniel-jju]

With the slight contortion of his lips, Hoya answered his take on personal observational skills in a considerable manner. Now, the younger one noted it to be a fragile attempt, for in spite of the fact that the male tried to keep the suited expression with much effort. The female student decided to appear unaffected, lest she burst out in laughter. It was not the notion of seeming childishly unmannered that bothered her, but the possibility of making the other feel quite small; belittled. It was the last sentiment the girl would ever intend to achieve. Nevertheless, Hoya did receive a plain response. A small, “That’s interesting,” was articulated, carrying an underlying intimation of questionability in disguise.

Her chocolate eyes, they watched Hoya most perplexingly as the male appeared to enter into a differing dimension that consisted of major thinking. He appeared to be ruminating on subjects that felt like forever. Nonetheless, the amount of time taken for him to fall silent and contemplate most seriously — or so she assumed, of course, since the salient furrow of the brows that denoted fundamental concentration emerged — was not too taxing in general for the female enjoyed silence. But a space devoid of sound was quite impossible when one remembered their setting — they were in the heart of the bustling streets.

Whilst she observed him, the brunette noticed an aberrant discrepancy in the man. For he was a painter, a distinct player of art, one capable to bring fragmented strokes into one dazzling display — yet no form of the related tools were with him. At least, not any that were detectable. It was not a bad revelation, but she did find it ever so queer. After all, even as he periodically remained by Jeonjin Cafe, Choi Junhee was absolutely certain that she had seen a masterpiece or two. Then it occurred to the student that she had used up a prominent amount of time to point out such things, thus it was exceedingly probable that the male’s unspoken musing was already nearing its natural end.

She only blinked once at his genuine act of apology. “It’s not you could have known,” answered Junhee undauntedly. “I can’t say that I would have been horribly offended in the first place, anyway.” The student surmised that her sentences were starting to appear paradoxical in nature, but she had no worries about such things. Above all — who was keeping track of the model human’s consistency? It was almost wasteful to actually ponder about that kind of unnecessary complexity. Then it was the grin, the sort that radiated friendliness from one end to another, that he wore on his countenance that frequently compelled his companions to reflect that brilliance. Choi Junhee was no exception. It would have been most mirthful if she had been able to frame a mask of total opposite.

It was probably only then that she permitted the minuscule dilation of her eyes after hearing his offer. Though it was not like the sophomore suggested something outrageous, the brunette honestly did not think that she had it in him. The female student believed him to be generally hospitable, but due to his rather tacit self — she was pleasantly astonished, nevertheless. It nearly saddened her, however, that the artist’s style and sporadic eloquence reminded her of a special interaction with an alumnus about a year ago, one who eventually left campus altogether for reasons unknown. Mentally shaking her head, the girl smiled amiably at Hoya who strangely seemed stuck between two undiscovered options. How odd.

"I would be most delighted to take up on your offer," concluded Junhee. "I think it would be much faster that way." Though she was not terrible at directions, having a reliable navigator would definitely show a remarkable difference. Plus, the great want for hash browns still remained, if not more. Averting her gaze curiously at his pile of hash browns for a few transient seconds before returning her attention to Hoya once again, a peculiar thought flitted past her mind’s eye. She wondered if people found it weird that she could hold a stare unblinkingly for an alarming amount of time. Oh well.

[jju-hoya]

The more he thought about it, the more Hoya wondered about his offer, as to whether it was a good idea or not. Certainly it seemed right, being the man and helping a young lady out and all that, but don't people do these kind of things with some kind of motive? Hoya did not really think that was the case for him, but he did had the mindset that "Hey! It'd be good to know her more and stir up conversations" because he found Junhee way too amusing at times. Besides, there is nothing wrong in wanting to know his University mates, is not there? Hoya frowned. A goal is still a motive. They are in fact, synonymous to one another. It made him a little upset to think that he was like most, being kind for one reason or another. Though he admitted that particular fact, a part of him still vowed that it was mostly out of his own genuineness. 

Sooner or later, the dazed knew that he had to get out of his world of thoughts to attend to Junhee's request. Well, it was not really an inquiry, considering that he was the one who offered and not the other way round. He was still a little agitated by his own thoughts, but he shrugged it off and hopefully to him, manage to keep a poker face in front of the petite female. Though when it comes to Lee Howon, he should know himself better than anyone else that he is the last person one should call to act in a movie. He just simply cannot control his expressions freely and would usually reveal what was actually residing in the deepest corners of his heart. Usually those who cannot notice that the artist is just faking it are one, also bad at acting therefore would not be able to tell if another is terrible or two, does not take too much notice on the person's facial expressions in the first place.

It may seem like flaws to most, but Hoya himself thinks of it more as a good thing. This way, people would know that he really means what he says, would keep his word or promise and is able to trust in. For the delineate -- though not really knowing who is good at acting -- often feels troubled whenever he gets close to people who are natural actors. He did not mean to generalise them in any way, but he finds it difficult to trust 'actors' for they could always be lying and you would never know, for they will be so good at covering up. Hoya never liked insincerity. So to him, he was glad that he is not good at it. Though at this very moment, Hoya badly wished he was. He really did not want Junhee to think he was doing it half-heartedly despite being quite sure that she was not the type who thinks so.

 He chuckled when he saw how the female once again averted her gaze to his hash browns."Let's get those quickly for you now, shall we?" He then said when he was in her span of attention. He did not notice her little habit of staring. "I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer." Walking to the wanted destination, he then looked back, both to see whether she was behind him and to mention something witty. "You better walk in front of me Junhee. And you can trust this navigator of yours." Really, he could not think of anything better to say. Then again, he could not think of Junhee other than a kid. He found her to be so childish -- in a good way -- at times.

When they finally reached the counter, he then wondered whether he should treat her. He really wanted to, but he was not sure he could afford to do so. She would not think that he'd pay for her now, right? Hoya slightly shook his head in dismay, pondering on which decision to choose. It did not took him long, and he could not either, for he and Junhee cannot hog the line all day.

...

"How many would you like?" 

[jju-hoya]

Oppa! (/runs up to you and, after getting over her wheezing, hands you a gift-wrapped box of chocolates as she grins) I'll be waiting for your reply on White Day. (/after a lot of hesitation, she reaches up and pecks your cheek before pulling away swiftly, her face bright red as she finally manages to mumble out a few words) Um.. H-happy Valentine's D-day, oppa. (/runs away)

/turns around to see you, a little surprised/ Oh hello Joohyun, what’s up?

/receives gifts in his hands, blinking as he tried to understand what just happened as his cheeks flushed harder by the second/ Wait— /stops himself from speaking when he recalled what she said and spoke softly before pulling off a smile/ White Day, huh.. 

/nevertheless, looks up and shouts/ —Oh! Happy Valentines Day to you too! 

[jju-hoya]

"You're under arrest."

Hana Park could never fail to mesmerize Lee Howon’s eyes. Reasons why he love to visit the place so very often. Plus, it motivates him to jog here for the place does not bore him at all. And it is good, really, for Hoya lacks exercise. Now here he was, taking a jog in Hana Park, already aiming for a certain spot to be his finishing line. It felt far and he was already beginning to feel a little exhausted. But soon enough, he did reach the destined area.

Panting, he then slowly bend down to reach something. It was a tulip in a pot. Hoya has been watching it grow and it has finally reach its full bloom. He picked it up from the ground gently. “My mum would love this.” He told himself, grinning widely. He then proceeded to walk back to his dorm when someone suddenly called out to him.

Surprised to see who it was and why she said that, he then looked at what he was holding and started chuckling. “Well now,” Hoya then said, suppressing his laughter. “I seem suspicious, don’t I? Just so you know, Choi Junhee, I planted this. I don’t see why I am not allowed to take it back. Nevertheless, have a good day.” He then finally walked away, finding the situation all too amusing.

[jju-hoya]

Beyond Emotions || Hoya & Joohyun

[seohyun-jju-deactivated20140803]

Apparently a new Starbucks branch had opened up in town, but Joohyun had no plans to visit—even though it had been her primary source of cheap coffee for her semester’s stay in Japan. Her footsteps felt a bit springier than usual as she headed towards the local Jeonjin cafe, and she knew the exact reason for why that is—wait, make that reasons.

Despite Japan providing an endless array of stores that boasted coffee that was famous in their own respective areas—she’d even tried each and every one of them, just to make sure—nothing felt as warm and welcoming as a nice cup of caramel macchiato and her favorite warm pretzels from that particular cafe. Of course, it probably wouldn’t taste half as nice as it does if it weren’t for the chef who was making it.. Who also happened to be Joohyun’s main reason for her lengthier-than-usual visit at the cafe this time, compared to her usual speedy coffee runs.

A jingle resonated from the bell perching above the door as Joohyun slowly entered, looking around for an empty seat. Usually, she preferred getting a corner window seat for the convenience of being able to look around without being too noticeable—but alas, she was currently on a different mission; one which required her observational skills to be entirely focused on one person only, and that person was..

"Lee Howon," The sophomore breathed in a half-sigh,gazing expectantly towards the kitchen as she picked a spot that was sure to provide her a nice view of it.. Or at least, of the person working in there. Perhaps it was a good thing that the owner decided for the cafe to have a semi-open kitchen, because right now it was definitely contributing towards her little half-baked plan.

What plan was that, exactly? The young journalist doesn’t know exactly; all she knew was that she had to meet and talk to Howon today, whether he liked it or not (although really, it might be better if he actually did like it). Either way, thought, she still had a lot of explaining to do—she owed that to him, at least.

A waitress came over to take her order and Joohyun recited her usual almost robotically, never tearing her gaze off of the partially-revealed kitchenette just in case the young man made a brief appearance and was disappointed when he didn’t.. Though that didn’t really stop her from letting her eyes wander over there once in a while, even after her order had arrived.

Then an hour passed and Joohyun could feel a lurking bout of panic slowly rising up from inside. She’d specifically (and shamelessly) asked around for his shift schedules, checking and double checking to make sure that she’d be able to meet him today. What if he didn’t come here after all? What if he’d taken a sick leave and she didn’t know?

Just when her thoughts were about to take a turn for the worst, the sophomore finally caught a glimpse of one of the people she’d missed the most, taking off his apron as he headed towards the concealed part of the kitchen—probably taking a well-deserved short break. A grin lit her face, immediately leaving the table still filled with her half-finished coffee & pretzel and headed towards the back alley, where she knew the staff-only entrance was located. Reaching the door, the brunette cracked it open and peeked in to see him smiling as he worked on a drawing.

Though she could feel her confidence slowly dissipating, Joohyun tried hard to ignore it and slowly, silently began to creep inside, hoping that he wouldn’t notice.. Or pretty much any of the other workers. Thankfully most of them seem to be busy with their work, making her and Howon to currently be the only occupants in the kitchen.

She creeped up behind him—a little surprised that he hadn’t caught onto the fact that she was there in the room with him—and slowly covered his eyes with her hands. A tiny, mischievous grin initially appeared on her face, only to be erased when she heard the irritation in his voice.

Determined to carry out her little plan, Joohyun ignored the urge to retract her hands and took a deep breath before speaking in an uncharacteristically soft voice:

"Remember me?"

The brunette felt him tense up and, thinking that it was probably time to do so, withdrew her hands and tilted her head sideways, gazing fondly at the face she’d dearly missed for the past semester as he turned around to look at her.

"Hello, Howon oppa.”

[jju-hoya]

Remember me?

That voice; Hoya swore he heard it before. It sounded very familiar, though not recognizable enough for him to know who the person was, unfortunately. Maybe it was due to the fact that he did not hear it for quite awhile already. From what the artist could recall, it was not a voice he heard of too recently, or else he would be able to know who it was already. Hoya knows that he himself would not forget someone's voice all too easily. So why does this certain person's vocals vague to him? It could only be due to the fact that he does not hear this person for a long time already. Since the voice was female-like, I can only think of my mom; though it cannot be my mum, he thought to himself frowning. Just too impossible. But then, who on earth is this person? And that was when the aforementioned female removed her hands from his sight and Hoya can finally take a good look at the person who dared to interrupt his peaceful time of drawing. It was about time, too, Hoya thought. His curiousity was killing him already. "It can't be you right, mother?" Hoya then asked, before hesitantly turning his head to see who it was. He knew that it was stupid to assume it was his mom for one, it would be all too random for her to go and take all the trouble to come her just to pay him a visit and secondly, does she even know where he works? He was not all too sure himself. He did not recall telling her that he works in Jeonjin Cafe. Plus, Hoya is not all that close to many girls that would pull these kind of tricks to him in Jeonjin. He could only think of one, who was not in Jeonjin anymore. 

But who knew that of all odds, it was really her? Hoya froze for a moment or two in his chair when he looked, almost dropping the sketchbook and pencil that were in his hands. Although not familiarize with her voice, he would recognize that face, smile, hairstyle, antics and cheekiness anywhere. Finally finding his tongue, he then began to spoke. He needed to just say something -- anything, to confirm who was right before his eyes. He needed to, he really did. Because if there was an opportunity to do so, it would be right this instant. And he for sure did not want this chance to slip by, not anymore. 

"Is that you, Joohyun?" He asked, although he was sure that he knew the answer to that inquiry already. How can it not be her? He was so sure that it is her. No one else calls him 'Howon oppa'. Only her. He did not even want to hear words like 'No, you've mistaken me for someone else.' His heart already answered yes, and he was not planning to alter that gut feeling in him. He was tired of it already. Tired from wondering where she went, gone, disappeared. All that matters to him right now was that she was in front of him, this very moment.

Looking around, he knew that people were going to see her sooner or later, and that would mean trouble to the both of them. Hoya knew very well that only staffs are not prohibited in here. He was also aware that this was not a good place to talk. Really though, it made him wonder as to why she would so randomly and to his honest opinion, recklessly enter this place. Yet without any hesitation, he then grabbed her hand firmly and started walking out of the kitchen, and out of the cafe, too. "Let's go somewhere else." He said, letting out an assuring grin on his face.

There were so many things that he needed to ask her.

[kingxfmischief]

Put one of the following in my inbox for my muse's reaction.

[jju-hoya]

"My parents know."

"My parents don’t know."

"Don’t go."

"Just go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"Don’t let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"It was me"

"That isn’t mine."

That’s mine!”

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?."

"Be mine."

"I want to be yours."

"You owe me."

"I owe you."

"Just relax."

[jju-hoya]

False Alarm || Hoya & Kyungsoo

[exkyungsoo-jju]

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."

[jju-hoya]

The sound of the door closing behind them was heard.

Having quite a distance from the young professor made things a whole lot quieter. Almost silent, if it was not for the huge crowd whose faces were filled with anxiety. It was pretty hilarious, really, when everyone but the two of them -- and the few basketball members that were currently no where in sight to Hoya -- knew about what is really happening. Everyone's facial expressions were priceless, and the sophomore himself had to admit that it could make him chuckle, but right now, it was not the right time to do so. Why, if he did, he would probably receive a death sentence by the male. No, that is definitely not how Lee Howon wants to end his life. So there he was, walking in silence, a word not spoken from both of them, making things seem rather awkward. Well, it did not seem so to the person ahead of him, but it sure did to the artist. In fact, it became intimidating and was creating a tension atmosphere between them. Thus, Hoya was half grateful when he head the door shut for it kind of broke the silence for a moment or two.

And that was when the complete absence of sound took a halt as the young professor finally spoke. Well, it was not all that pleasing to the ears, that was for sure but he could not say it was all that bad either. Listening to him like a good (and guilty) student would do and other than being apologetic, Hoya could tell what are his traits by hearing the things he say. He could see that the lecturer was a very practical and mature person. He was reasonable, too; sometimes to the point that you might hate him for being right every single time. But he has his points, and Hoya could not deny that fact and can only do nothing but agree to every single word he said like a dog who is loyal to the master. Wait -- was that the right context? That sounded as if Hoya was a servant. No, that was not what he meant. It was more like a good student listening to a teacher. But then again, this was not a reference or an analogy anymore.

"Ah, right." Hoya replied, acknowledging his mistakes like a true man. "It was really mean of me to blame others, too. I was the one that did it, so it's my fault. Even though there are more than only me involved in it, I'm the one who triggered the fire alarm, so.. I know that I need to take full responsibility on this. I know I don't seem like I am but, I would like to apologize although it seems a little late for it already." He bowed down, feeling that he was being a little too polite but then again, he was talking to a teacher -- respect is needed. "So.." Hoya was about to ask, straightening his position. "What do I have to do to repent for it?" He hoped that it would not be all that a bad punishment though when you come to think of it, how good can a punishment be?

Hoya was surprised when he found out what he must do in order to show that he has learned his lesson; repented; is sorry; or anything synonymous to that. Was that even a punishment? It sounded more like a favour to him. Well, it did sound like being a servant, but when the professor said 'helper', he made it sound better for some reason. Hoya was worried for a moment, but now he is not anymore. When it comes to helping out, Hoya would be the first to volunteer.

"I'm free now, professor. And I would love to help."

[jju-hoya]

080114 Hoya & Junhee [What's Hash And Brown?]

[juniel-jju]

Dressed modestly, the clothes the brunette wore provided sufficient warmth as she journeyed the blanketed streets. Choi Junhee, upon one of her aberrant walks, spoke of nothing substantial since she was without a partner to converse with. Her chocolate eyes descried the many interesting sights of the snow-covered area, the shops having piles of them on the roof. If one was not careful, surely the tiles would have groaned under the weight of such matter — stuck between liquid and solid and why, perhaps existing as a midway substance — and dumped their load on unlucky passerby. At that, a smile decorated the student’s countenance, obviously entertained by such childish notions. Anyhow, her feet drew to an imperceptible pause, one so silent and inconspicuous that she had not realized the initial stop. Her physique chanced to register something remarkable before her adroit mind did. Scanning her surroundings discreetly, the female found herself immensely astonished.

Perhaps, somewhat similar to herself, a certain student had also taken it upon himself to pull away from the university for a little while and unwind. It was the rather quiet sophomore however, namely Lee Howon. He was, nonetheless, often known as Hoya. Her eyebrows gave a slight quirk, one so temporal, since she was reminded of their sole previous meeting. It was an abrupt exchange, with she having the great desire to locate a particular prankster. This sophomore, after all, was sharing the dormitory with Lee Hongki. Partially distracted, she also found it amusing that the two males actually shared the same surname. The ridiculous conclusion of their supposed relation became terribly hilarious, if not impossible. With a bleak sigh, nevertheless, she easily returned to the flawed reality. Usually, the brunette would have weaved between the crowd of people by now, leaving this figure behind without him being aware of her shadowy and dilute presence — but things were different this time around.

Plainly seated by an outdoor table, he was eating a very delicious-looking hash brown. Though unnecessary, the female poked the inside of her cheek with the use of her tongue due to growing envy. What made the whole coincidental meet even more unnerving was his reaction, actually. She considered the logical act of walking away, or at least covering her face with the scarf to hide from such a sight. Lee Howon was surely committing an inadvertent crime.

And then he spotted her.

It was a revelation far too stunning. Being the university’s wallflower — and well, self-professed ghost — it was inconvenient to admit that she was caught in her silly act. Such moments like being discovered were not plenty. Having no time to react otherwise, the female merely continuing gazing at him blankly. Choi Junhee, after all, was not a soul to be embarrassed in usual things. Queerness was an advantage at times. The brunette permitted herself the decency to blink at regular intervals, but stubbornly remained stuck in her spot. That hash brown he was consuming, warmly placed in the grasp of his hands, was too tempting and captivating on such a cold day. It was unfair to the worst possible degree. Hoya, albeit trying to steal glances at her secretly, failed miserably. With much thought, the female student actually found herself glad. At least they were quits now, right? With a glint of misconduct dominating his eyes, paired with a semi-roguish smile, he had then attempted a simple test of moving the hash brown in several untrained motions.

Being luckless, she fell into such an impertinent trap, probably having served as an extemporaneous form of entertainment for the older. Shutting her eyes for a few seconds to refocus, Junhee had every want to stare at him with great dissatisfaction once her sight returned. She was, however, pleasantly surprised with the gentle twist of events. Hoya waved at her rather absurdly, indicating that she was allowed to draw nigh to one like he. Upon her arrival, the brunette discovered something to be insulted about, if not unjustly probed. Adjusting her scarf in apparent defiance, she finally spoke to him. “Hoya, in any other situation, I might have found myself appalled by such a conclusion,” quipped the female straightforwardly. “But yes, honestly I was. However, I have no wish to snitch from your pile, so as long as you inform me as to where you bought them — I’ll be on my way.” To affirm her statement, the petite one nodded.

Although she received not even a response just yet for the time being, the brunette spoke once more. “Ah, and yes,” was what she quietly confirmed. “It’s Junhee. Aside from that one particular incident at your dormitory’s doorstep, I would be surprised to know that you’ve ever seen me.”

[jju-hoya]

Though it may sound rather rude sounding, at that very moment, Hoya wanted to burst out in laughter at Junhee’s amusing reply. He liked how frank she was about her feeling offended, despite them not knowing each other all too well. Usually most people would just make the extra effort to be a little more nicer and patient to people they hardly know. Furthermore, she then admitted that he was indeed, correct, and hit the right spot. He mentally complimented himself, once again for being so observant and good at reading people’s mind. Now why did not he choose to study psychology again? Well, he knew the reason why. And it is a simple one, to be exact. Even though he is good at this, he did not think that he would want to do anything with it. He is simply just not interested in psychology. Things like art is definitely more of his kind. Hence, he is currently majoring in it.

"I’m quite observant myself, Junhee." He said, giving out a suspicious looking smile. Though he was not sure whether he actually pulled it off, considering he is after all, Hoya — the person who is so very bad at acting. Which also means that he cannot express well.

The male actually thought of giving her his hash brown before she stated that she did not want to. Still, he felt a little mean that he assumed and teased her slightly about this issue, and he thought that giving a hash brown could make up for it. But then again, she said no. Though sometimes, when one denies, they do not mean it. Instead, they are just too timid to ask for one. And Hoya would not be surprised, for one, he hardly knew the wallflower, and it would seem a little thick-skinned of her to do so. Despite that, the artist did not think that Junhee would be ‘shy’, since she was rather straightforward, and would say things she meant. So when she did not intend to take it, she will not. Choi Junhee is like that, he believe.

Yet, he decided to try something out. A experiment, one could say. Though it sounds a little cruel to use someone as a test subject; guinea pig. Maybe the word ‘project’ would seem better because it does not sound as sick as ‘test subject’, Hoya thought to himself. Besides, it was not everyday that he could witness something amusing like Junhee being jealous of him eating the delicious hash brown. Plus, the male had some time to kill today, considering that he was doing something non-fruitful so why not? He could always have a little fun. Well, it is not like he dislikes what he does — drawing, painting, sketching — but for the umpteenth time, it is quite rare that he gets to do something else besides anything related to art. Sure he likes it, but there is nothing wrong with doing something that is pretty foreign to him once in a while, that he was certain.

So it was do or die.

Well now, that was not the proper way to phrase it. In fact, it was probably a little too exaggerated. He would not exactly die from it, though in a way, he would be dead meat if he made the wrong move. But it would be a waste — to him — if he were to lose this opportunity. It is the Choi Junhee, Hoya kept reminding himself, knowing that things would definitely be interesting when it comes to her. But what should he do or say? The male knew he had to be cautious. ‘Oh come on! Don’t be so shy. Just take one.’ What if she was sensitive and would be offended? But what if she is the type that would not voice out her inner thoughts? If it is the former, that line would be bad though if it was the latter instead, it would be the right thing to say. Really, the sophomore thought. It would be much easier and simpler if he knew Junhee well. But it would kill the thrill if he knows too. Then again, Hoya was not a person who takes risks, so at this time, he was in a disadvantage.

Though this time around, he decided to take the risk. Change was not always bad. He then took his belongings that were a hindrance to him when he wanted to get up aside and decided that he should go with her instead. "“I’m sorry if you were ever offended by what I assumed. I probably shouldn’t have done that.” He gave a friendly grin after that very sentence. He felt it was right to apologise first, and believe he was going the correct way at the mean time. “Though it’s alright, I can show you the way instead of just telling. And as a guy myself, I think it’s right and just to do so.” The more he thought of it, the more he realised how flirtatious and misleading that could sound even though he did not meant it that way. Hoya really wanted to run off at that very moment but his slightly egoistic side made him stay and wait for the female’s reply.

[jju-hoya]

Beyond Emotions || Hoya & Joohyun

It was a seemingly normal day at Jeonjin Cafe, except the fact that Hoya was sitting down at a table instead of cooking as a chef at the kitchen. It was an off day for him, and he it was good too, for he had just finished his assignments and wanted to take a break from it. Well, for him taking a break was to take cookies, sip a cup of tea and sketch. It took a while for him to think of something to draw, for he always had it in mind before he actually starts doing so. Making frown lines between his eyes as he rocked his pencil back and forth between his thumb and forefinger pretty quickly in habit, he then tried to think of an idea. And he got it. Today he felt like drawing,

"Sunflowers." He then whispered audibly enough for himself to hear.

He then let out a slight chuckle and grinned at what he just voiced out. Now, he thought, looking at the sketchbook he had in his hands. Why did I even think of that? Shrugging it off, he then decided to begin his work, though he did not for the cookies then arrived at his table, tempting him to eat them first before doing so. He had time to buy, so he proceeded to eat the first cookie, savouring and treasuring the taste of it, for it was not everyday that he treats himself to things like this. He could not simply spend his savings. Realising that he already ate around three, he stopped consuming them and took a sip of his tea. Once that was done, he went to start on his sketch.

Placing the lead on the surface of the paper, he then began to outline the petals of the sunflowers. It has been quite awhile that he drew flowers, since he always drew a scenery that consists of trees, mountains, sky, birds — you get the gist. As he continued focusing hard on sketching, his vision suddenly turned black. He could not see anything. The twenty one year old sophomore was definitely bewildered initially — furrowing his eyebrows although it cannot be seen since it was currently hidden by something he was not aware of — but he soon realised what was causing his eyesight to be like that. He knew someone was covering his eyes — what else could it be? There was no other possibility already, Hoya was so certain about it.

He then let out a sigh — a little annoyed at that particular someone who interrupted his time of sketching — and asked, “May I know who’s covering my eyes? It’s not very funny, to be honest…” Hoya was not in a good mood, especially when someone disrupts his peaceful time of drawing. But he reminded himself not to get all angry at the person, for he or she did not mean any harm — he believe, and currently, waiting for the person to take off their mask; to reveal the identity.

[jju-hoya]

What's Hash And Brown? || Hoya & Junhee

It was not everyday that Hoya would treat himself to one of his favourite snacks -- hash browns. With buying a frozen packet in markets and deep frying them would already let you have a taste of them. However, although Hoya loves to cook, he decided not to do so this time around. Yes, it would definitely be cheaper and cost-saving if he just buy the frozen packet and cook it than ordering some from a shop. He is one of those who takes notice of these kind of things, to be exact. Though this time around, the shop had a promotion and when it comes to sales, he would certainly not miss it. Nope, not him. To him, promotion and sales means a chance to not spend so much money. Hoya was not stingy, but he needs to really take good care of the amount he has. 

So there he was, gladly taking his own sweet time finding a seat for even though there was a promotion and usually it would cause the place to be crowded, the place was not. One, it was during an odd hour that nobody comes and two, the people here are too rich to bother about these kind of things in Hoya's opinion. He gulped as he could not imagine as to how rich others are but he decided to shrug that thought off. He sat at a table outside because he enjoyed the outdoor air more than the cold, conditioned air that was making him feel chilly earlier when he ordered his desired meal and a cup of tea. Besides, the view from a shop that resides in a hilly area sure is nice. He looked around as he sipped his tea at the beautiful sight around the area. He also thought that he should bring his sketchbook the next time around he comes. To him, he felt that it was pretty unfortunate he did not bring it or else he would be spending time drawing already. 

A little depressed because he did not bring his sketchbook, he then took a bite of one of the hash brown he had bought. When it comes to being upset, depressed, angry, stressed and any other feelings synonymous to those, eating something would always make him feel better. Most people do not feeling like eating when they are in a bad mood but for Hoya's case, he would consume more food than he usually does. It is a wonder he does not gain weight. Probably due to his regular workout and the fact that he does not get upset easily unless it involves painting or drawing. The taste was rather heavenly in his opinion. He tried to keep on a poker face but knowing Lee Howon, he is rather bad at acting so he was pretty sure at this time, he was looking like a kid with eyes lit up looking at the bitten hash brown -- so on and so forth. It made him wonder even more about heaven itself really. If this tasted so good, how would food in heaven taste like? Well, do you even need to eat food in heaven? He was not too sure about it.

He then rid himself of such thoughts. Of all things, why should he think about the food in heaven? It made him sound greedy and he did not like it. He shook his head and looked up, wanting to continue his sight seeing on the scenery but instead saw a girl who was a few feet away. She did not exactly caught his eye or anything of that sense -- not that she is ugly, no, not in that context but how could he state the situation? She was, in fact, looking at him. Why? Hoya did not even know of this girl. Wait, in fact, he has seen her in campus before but never actually got the chance to converse with her. Choi Junhee, the wallflower; who was not exactly being one for she was making herself obvious. 

Though he was wrong about one thing. She was definitely looking at his direction but after awhile, he realized that it was not him that she was seeing for if yes, she was definitely placing her eyeballs wrongly. He looked in front and behind to see if it was someone else instead but there was no one who sat outside except him so does that mean she eyed incorrectly? No, there cannot be it. If Hoya's memory did not fail him, never once had he seen her wore contacts or glasses before. Unless, he did not see her often enough to know so. Confused he then looked at her inconspicuously once again, now noticing what she was aiming for all this while. Teasingly, he then moved his hand that has the hash brown to different directions, only to see Choi Junhee's eyes dilating here and there -- every single time it was exactly at the hash brown he was holding. 

This made him chuckle. Really, he never knew that she is quite an amusing girl. He then waved at her -- with his free hand this time around, and indicated her to come. "Hey there! Junhee, right? I've seen you around before." He pointed at his plate that still consists of more hash brown and had a large grin on his face. "Sorry if my assumption's wrong but, you can have my hash brown if you want. It seemed like you were eyeing it."

[jju-hoya]

Human Bump! || Chanyeol & Hoya

[chanyeol-jju]

Chanyeol blinked once, then twice before finally comprehending what just happened. First, why is this man called Howon was climbing tree? Second, Hoya sounds like a brand for food and third, this man isn’t as soft as a pillow. Maybe the male in front of him would love to take part in his project for more fluffy pillows, which the instruments and the procedure is kinda against the law but it’s for a good cause.

The prankster wanted to leave a good impression but that thought rapidly went through the window on the very, but very far back in his mind. He rarely leaves good impressions with people— one of his many charms if you want call that.

This Hoya guy seems nice on the outside, but what about his inside~ Chanyeol would have to check that later in future if destiny wants it that way.

Snapping quickly  out of his daze, the sophomore made a inaudible sound before happily replying, “Nice to meet you, Hoya~ I’m Chanyeol but you can call me whatever you want and you’re a little harder than a pillow~ Thank you for a being a pillow when I needed it and I hope you didn’t break any bones~” He really didn’t want to have a lawsuit in his hands if this guy’s a very difficult person to handle. The law wears suits~ Bu dum tss~ Get it? No? Aw~

[jju-hoya]

That response was definitely weird and awkward sounding, Hoya then thought and mentally scolded himself for being so ridiculous at times like this. Who calls themselves a pillow and is happy for being someone's shield?! The more Hoya thought about it, the more he wanted to run away at that moment. But he would not, for it sounded rather sissy and after all, a guy will be always be a guy, often full of ego and pride. He is not that egoistic, but one hundred percent, certainly, egoistic enough. Enough to take good care of his image, at the very least. But he did kind of ruined his first impression on the male by saying that already so there was no point either way. Hoya sighed softly, wishing he could rewind time all over again.

Still, like said before, there was no use. Time cannot rewind and I have to move on, he thought. Get a grip on yourself, Hoya. He then took a good look at well, since he mentioned it -- Chanyeol. But inconspicuously of course, if not it would be awkward for the both of them. His height is intimidating, that was for sure. Hoya is not all that short himself, but in comparison to the aforementioned person, he did look small. Though tall, he had a very friendly expression that Hoya could not help but feel as if he should smile back at him. He did, but slightly since he felt that it would be weird if he actually placed a huge grin on his face. Moreover, the reply that he gave did not seem as if he was mad at Hoya. Actually, it was a pretty epic one in his opinion. Hoya was not sure whether he could get use to Chanyeol and his queer yet amusing responses.

He chuckled at how -- he assumed -- Chanyeol took his talk about him being a pillow quite seriously. He admit that he meant it initially before he found it dumb sounding but he did not know that the male would give a reply or comment about it. He thought that he would just ignore that part of Hoya's dialogue. "Ah, sorry for laughing all so suddenly," Hoya then started talking, now grinning widely. "It's not a bad thing I was chuckling about. I'm so sorry that I kind of hurt you if I ever did. Well, on the bright side, you got down faster, didn't you?" The delineate then again noticed how ridiculous his statement sounded like -- again. He slapped his forehead lightly as a punishment that he decided to bestow on himself. "Sorry, that was lame." He said, shrugging it off. "It did not sound all that nice too. Can I do anything to repay back? As an act of apology."

[jju-hoya]

Finder's Keepers || Hoya & Suzy

[suzy-jju]

It’s been long since she last felt a book’s spine with her own fingertips. Ever since Professor Jaejoong left, she never bothers to explore and read new novels. She is hopelessly stuck to reading those few pocket books he left in her possession. Dark angels and demons - the only topic she reads about lately. Perhaps, it’s her only way of preserving her memory of her favorite professor.

Not until a few days ago, she has found this strange-looking book in the library - standing beside her favorite book, “Missing Demons”. Its spine is black with silver and gold font, printing out the words, "Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children".

A book about an orphanage, perhaps, she thinks, but then as she pulls it out of the shelf, she only grows even more curious and confused. On the cover is a Caucasian girl wearing a crown over her curly, blonde hair. Well, she assumed it’s blonde. The cover is printed in monochrome. Vintage, maybe?

Flipping through the pages, she comes across monochromatic photos of different people. Later on, she realizes they are quite strange and slightly frightening. Interesting…

She spends the rest of the week sneaking into the library during her free periods only so she can continue reading the strange novel. The next week though, Tuesday, right before the drama class starts, she runs to the library to read another five chapters of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. “Just five chapters, Suzy. Save the rest for the weekend.”

"Miss… Miss Pere- oh, here," she whispers to herself as the black spine catches her eyes. Her fingers are wrapped tightly around the spine as she pulls it out but somehow, as strange as it might sound, she can’t pull it out as if an opposing force is keeping her from doing so. Ducking her head a little to see what (more like who) it is, she discovers that another student is trying to pull it out from the other side of the shelf. A series of childish tugging happens before she whispers, "Hey, quit it! I found it first!"

[jju-hoya]

When one is confused and lost as to what is happening, often times, one would try and gather as much information as they can. And Hoya started to do so. Plus, it was rather amusing to him when he had begun his mini experiment. The moment he loosen his grip on the book, he felt a tug from the other side. He found it funny, really, when he teasingly let it go for a moment and then tried to take it back again.Yes, he had to admit, it was rather vexing to not have the book he wanted this instant, but he also had to acknowledged the fact that having a little fun was indeed, never troublesome.

But then again, what was the cause of this queer and bizarre incident that was taking place? This certainly had to be figured out -- fast, for Hoya did not plan to actually play around trying to get a book all day. He was not that lifeless, fortunately. He had other things to do. It could not be the possibility of the shelf that holds the books being thin, leading to the reason as to how the book falls the opposite site whenever he pretends to let it go for if so, the aforementioned book would not even be able to stay put initially in the shelf. So that hypothesis could not be accepted. Well, it would also be illogical if some kind of spiritual force that was causing the scenario.  And due to all the thinking -- which was causing him such a headache -- he then thought of the most reasonable, possible, practical answer he could come out with.

There must be someone else on the other side trying too.

But then again, even though the most possible one, it still seemed quite queer to the sophomore for it was all too coincidental for him to take it in. It was all the more amusing, then. He chuckled to himself inaudibly in disbelief of the theory he came up with. Really, it seemed all too by chance for him to happen. Hoya was not the kind of person who goes by these things -- coincidences, to be exact. Still, he thought to himself as his tongue poked his left cheek from the inside, there is a saying that coincidences do happen for a reason, and he never thought it would be today albeit he did not know the purpose of it all.

It all made sense to him when he heard a whisper. Though soft, he could hear the exact words she -- well, if it is a he, Hoya would mentally apologise in his head for assuming wrongly -- said for he had extremely good hearing. "Well then," Hoya thought to himself, finally understanding what was going on. "Guess she already knew there was someone else on the other side." After realising on what had to be done to make things right, Hoya frowned. He did not like the idea of giving up the book for the female at the other end as a gentlemanly act. So with that, childish as it sounds, he did not decide to give it up. "Sorry, miss," Hoya then replied the person as he tugged the book to indicate that he was talking to her. "But I do not intend to hand the book over to you."

For once, he wanted to be selfish.

[jju-hoya]

The Spontaneous Mannequin || Hoya & Kyuhyun

[exkyuhyun-jju]

A small smile formed from the contour of his lips - it was easy to see, judging by the look on Hoya’s face that he too, was annoyed. Kyuhyun turned his head, repressing the urge to laugh and to be all the more condescending… But what little maxim he held restricted him from being wrapped up in his own sanctimony - and to be a complete and utter asshole. Instead he exhaled a silently afflicting groan, as if one were accustomed to an astringent physical ill.

It was the first time in which the maths student, rather the former wealthy heir had been asked to model for an artwork. Even in Kyuhyun’s old home, there had not once been a time which his family were compelled to sit still and be constrained to one position together. It seemed that each member were entities, with their own worlds - uninhabited by him. Then again, (with the ‘aristocratic family’ stereotypes aside) Kyuhyun’s family weren’t really like others. There was always a detachment, a synthetic warmth to both the abode and the people he surrounded himself with.

Could Lee Howon evaluate that from his fickle and uptight actions?

He drew back for a brief moment. Another small groan escaped his lips to the throbbing of both his calves and biceps. Kyuhyun glanced down towards his hands as he posed. His wristwatch indicated that it had been an hour into the session - an hour prior which he had pressed keys in an almost mirthful fain, and when his quiet staccato faltered to an awkward silence. He watched the tendons in his frail hands retract. His ardor rose. Of course Kyuhyun wanted to move, to motion spontaneously as opposed to being an almost lifeless mannequin sitting beside a grand piano… Perhaps it would have benefited Lee Howon to have one, as the cynical four-eyed male took to his distaste.

A collection of sounds followed: clicking wood whilst Hoya gathered his various pencils, the swiping of paper as he rearranged them and finally his voice. A calm, and somewhat concerned tone informed Kyuhyun to take a break. Kyuhyun looked up at the shorter male as he got up. He offered a little smile.

"Thank you."

And there, beside the grand piano he noticed the greenery which seemed to dominate the grounds of the campus. He placed his hands back into his pockets as his eyes surveyed the various shades of India. It adorned the assent and the maple leaves that clung to the glass window only seemed to alleviate the warm pastoral. Pity Lee Howon couldn’t paint that; he had to draw something far less interesting - not to mention less appealing. Kyuhyun couldn’t recall this part of the campus. Probably because he was more accustomed to confine himself to his room, or that this particular area was nowhere near where his classes were held.

There was silence, but after a few moments he heard the methodical tapping of the man’s pencil. In the stringency of the situation, it was probable Lee Howon must have cultivated some doubt. Alas, he needn’t contemplate this speculation once Lee Howon confided his troubles. He tried once more not to laugh - of course it is not good to assume. He jest, turning to Lee Howon in a laxest motion. Though it was obvious fatigue disturbed his slim stature, he looked up on the troubled artist with a frank eye: "To be honest with you… I have always wanted to see what it would be like… to see a classmate’s artwork in a gallery. That is why I agreed… that and I heard you were a really good artist - it would be a pity if you failed because of a late assignment. Sorry for giving you the impression it was an obligation - it’s not."

[jju-hoya]

Why do I even have to do this?

It may seem bizarre that the Lee Howon who has a title due to his passion of sketching, drawing or painting to be having even a line of lament in his thoughts. But it is not all that surprising, really, for he specializes in greenery, scenery, living things besides humans and anything else synonymous to that. Hoya was never fond of drawing people in the first place — probably due to the fact that he is first, generally awkward with them and does not want them to waste their time on his selfish hobbies. Well, he does make some sense. Living things such as trees, flowers and plants do not actually have time to waste. Come to think of it, what do they do other than making photosynthesis, staying still, looking good for everyone and people like Hoya to sketch or paint? Nothing much, when you think of it.

All in all, Hoya finds it much easier to deal with nature more so with humans and animals any day. At least, he did not need to worry about whether they are behind their own personal schedule, or perhaps feeling uncomfortable and stiff, or maybe even feeling anxious as to see if they did it just because he asked -- an obligation to be exact; like what he believe Kyuhyun is currently doing so. But who was he to judge his feelings anyway? Hoya was not some telepathic. In fact, he is the total opposite. He is rather dense, you could say, according to most of the people he has met. He was building up fear, feeling anxious that people would leave him like some almost did previously even though it was only someone he just met like Cho Kyuhyun.

Yes, him. When Hoya thought through once again, he realised how much of a thick-skinned person he is. Why would one ask a stranger to do him a favour that most likely a friend would instead? And why would someone you don't know anything -- besides his name -- about go through all the trouble to help him? It made Hoya wonder, really. Was Kyuhyun that nice of a person? Or was he just killing time? Seriously, he thinks too much. Even the twenty one year old sophomore himself was aware of this attitude of his which he also knows, it is not healthy and should stop thinking this way.

Hence, he felt so relieved when the male mentioned a word of thanks to him and placed a smile onto his face. It made Hoya feel a little more assured that he did indicate he was feeling slightly fatigue and tired instead of just shrugging it off, did not want to make the dedicated artist feel bad and asking him to resume his given assignment. He did not like people to feel obligated for he knew that it could lead to something else that he did not even want to imagine. He fear to do so. But even feeling relieved, he could not help but ask again -- directly and frankly this time around -- just to make sure that his assumptions upon his previous reply was right.

And he was honestly surprised as to how Kyuhyun reacted. He thought it would be a yes or no answer -- a completely one sided statement. Though unexpectedly, it was not. No, Hoya was not stupid and knew that it was actually a no; it was not an obligation. But it was the very fact that he heard a genuine opinion as to why he agreed in the first place. He found it amusing, rather, and could not help but to give out a slight chuckle. Which he actually quickly held back, though believed that Kyuhyun caught him red-handed in doing so. He then did a fake cough to try and cover it up albeit it sounded childish and stupid. Plus, he was not a good actor, so Hoya thought that he should not have done it in the first place. Still, what's done is done.

"Anyway," Hoya started speaking rather awkwardly as he positioned himself to sit up straight. "Rest till you feel good enough to go for another round. I have all day." He then grinned in a friendly manner before frowning slightly. He spoke once again, realising something. "Unless you don't.."

[jju-hoya]

[text:] oppa-yah, hi~! ^^ it's joohyun.. i'm currently in japan, but you probably know that already, hehe. how've you been? just wanted to wish you a happy and blessed new year! thank you for being a significant part of my 2013. um.. i miss you. hehe. ^^)/

The twenty one year old sophomore stared at his phone screen longer than usual, surprised — no, shocked — at who was the sender of this particular message. He then whispered and gave a slight smile to himself in utter disbelief, 

"I.. got a text."

He then started on giving a reply to her.

[text:] Joohyun? It’s been awhile. No actually — I don’t recall you telling me that I you did. But what I do and did hear is that you went overseas. Why so sudden, though. Happy New Year to you too! I hope things are going well over there. Me? Significant? That sounds.. nice. Hehe. We share the same sentiments. See you soon? :) [:end]

…..

Why did you suddenly disappear? I didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. Why didn’t you tell me goodbye.. even if it merely had to be a small note or a simple ‘I’m leaving’ text? You were and still are a significant part in my life. So with that, I definitely can’t say I’m doing fine. I can’t. I want to wish you Happy New Year in person. I want to see you. I miss you. I really, really, really miss you. 

And you probably don’t miss me as much.

Hoya shook his head, ridding himself of such thoughts before continuing on his current assignment.

[nae-ireumeun]