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Kyuhyun honestly has no personal bubble. People can get as close as they want, touch whatever they want as long as they’re not threatening him or causing him bodily harm in any way. He simply sits there patiently as she inspects his hair, wiggling his toes against the inside of his sneakers. “Yeah, they’re natural. Can thank my dead beat father for that one.. I’m shocked there aren’t any split ends though. Must be all the wine I drink.” It’s an illogical conclusion to come to, but oh well.
Sora flinched a little at the mention of his father, fingers retracting and coming to a rest on her lap. “I’m sorry...” She lapses into silence for a few seconds, not knowing how the male would react at the sudden change of mood, at least on her part. She had difficulty even thinking about her past, much less talking about it, and who knew if the male beside her shared similar sentiments. Clearing her throat softly, she smiled at him. “Wine though? Hmm... I didn’t know wine could help... But I guess it makes sense, since my tolerance level for such drinks is close to zero, maybe even negative...” A resigned sigh.
[SMS] How do I even disappoint you? u 3u …
[SMS] What- come on. You don`t really have to give me that dress. ( ̄□ ̄;)
[ text ] In so many ways... [ text ] I know I don’t have to...but I WANT to, heh (︶▽︶) [ text ] Are you really going to be a meanie and reject my present? ㅠㅠ
Just a reminder that pre-established relationships are 10000000% fine. Plus it gets rid off the sometimes awkward “Nice meeting you, ____”
[SMS] I don`t think I should, actually T AT ;;;;;;;
[SMS] WHAT– Are you serious– Come on. I bet that won`t even fit me! You should be the one to wear and keep it, really! ( #`⌂´)
[ text ] Sighs. You disappoint me... u.u [ text ] I’m serious alright-- as serious as a heart-attack, heh. Well, you’d just have to make do with the size... or, I could do some adjustments... (︶▽︶)
He had been very loosely making a reference to Mean Girls when he mentioned that her hair had more secrets and was hoping that she would of picked up on it, but oh well. Kyuhyun continues to grin a little even as she rambles on, and then he gives a light laugh. “Split ends, huh? My hair probably has tons of those because I ignore it.” Which is true. His hair is a messy flop of curls that he largely doesn’t do a damn thing with.
Sora tilts her head up a little to get a better look at the male’s hair while he spoke of them, subconsciously raising a hand to dust softly at stray strands teased by the wind. It doesn’t occur to her that she’s invading his personal bubble as she continues to inspect their ends, admiration clear in her eyes. “Mmm, your hair must like you a lot, I don’t see any split ends...” She trails off, only to begin again. “Are those curls natural though?”
I’d say you were only awake for about 15 minutes. [ `a small grin found its way to her lips, and with a casual wave of her hand, she dismisses the girl’s words. ] There’s no need to thank me. [ `following that, she slips her notes to her before swiftly packing up the rest of her things. ] I’m off. You can keep those. And it’s nice meeting you.
F-Fifteen minutes only? ( ` surprise she felt first, before the dread of having to go through the entire lesson on her own. glancing down at the notes the girl had slipped to her, she parted her lips to speak, not managing to say much before the other disappeared. ) O-okay, thank you! Oh and nice meeting you too! ( ` a grateful smile tugs at her lips as she turned to pack her belongings, plans on thanking the girl during their next lesson already in place. )
[SMS] What– did you really go that far just for me to spend that much and know how you feel? > o<!
[SMS] .. It better not be that princess dress though. (」゜ロ゜)」
[ text ] Hmm. Yes, I guess I did. Hoho, please feel honoured ~ ^^ [ text ] FINALLY! /throws confetti all over you/ I’m so proud you figured it out, saved me from having to spoil the surprise for you heh :3
[SMS] I just shush-ed you though. Hoho! The next 11:11 comes in more or less 12 hours from now. I can still hope you forget about it.
[SMS] That`s not fair, really! You can`t just leave me hanging here! (´;д;`)
[ text ] Nooo you did not! >_< I will not forget it. Just wrote it on a post-it and stuck it to my alarm clock heh. [ text ] Watch me ~ Just for a little while longer though. But can you really not figure out what it is already? - 3 -
[SMS] .. Shh. I wouldn`t want that to happen to me. I`ll be making sure I`ll do my online transactions wisely and in the right mind. Mhm!
[SMS] Only you think that - 3- .. But what is it? It makes me so curious (¬з¬)
[ text ] I will not shhhh, you can’t shush me. Hmph. Don’t make me wish for it to happen to you at the next 11.11 hohoho. [ text ] Oooh Jin oppa is curious ~ I shall prolong the suspense for a little while longer ~(˘▾˘~)
hearing the moment she seemed to be fearing the one word; needle. many people he had met with, was afraid of them and always tore their eyes away from his work, mostly because they wanted to avoid the sight of the tiny needle. when it all honesty, they couldn’t even be seeing – so he didn’t understand the big fear for them. ❝ they’re smaller than ants.. you won’t even be able to see them; i don’t think they’ll ever be any newer technique to make tattoos with, i am sorry. ❞ the male spoke with an rather sincere voice, feeling bad for sora, a dear friend of his and he could sense she was uncomfortable by the turns their conversation seemed to be taking most of the time. ❝ you don’t have to do it, you know. ❞
Needles. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit hard on her lip, a trembling hand raised to rest against her chest. It required tremendous effort to prevent the frightful memories from conquering her mind-- she could still feel the pain of needles raining onto her pale skin before being mercilessly stabbed into her, filling her veins with an unknown entity, transforming her into the monster she was today. Her breaths were shallow, quick and painful as they mirrored her memories, the male’s words nothing more than muffled noise against the drumming of her pulse. Sora curled herself into a ball on her side like she’d always done when attacks found her alone, ignoring the fact that Sungki was around. The last of his words managed to penetrate her flurried thoughts and she let out a single “mmhm,” as if to say she’d reconsider it; a weak attempt at diverting attention away from herself.
Honestly after her reaction to him he didn’t expect her to move in closer. So when she leans to whisper against his ear quite dramatically, Kyuhyun’s eyes widen slightly. However, he grins rather quickly and tilts his head. “Oh, is that so? If it truly is soft, then I really do want to pet it now. I want to know its secrets. All of them.”
“All of them?” She raised a brow, innocent and perplexed as ever. “My hair is only soft though, I don’t think it holds anymore secrets-- ah!” A thought pops into her mind as she ran slim fingers through her hair, inspecting the ends. “Well, sometimes they think it’s cool to frustrate me, so they take joy in giving me split ends...does that count?” She rambles on, original content of the male’s reply long forgotten.
[SMS] I`m not I`m not~
[SMS] Ah that`s true ; O; but think about it. You might suddenly need to attend a costume party? Heh~
[SMS] e 3e .. What are you trying to say huh
[ text ] Such positivity... Wait till you lose 37000 won without knowing why, then you’ll feel my pain of 12 lost plates of ddukbokki ㅠㅠ [ text ] You’re going to make me spoil your surprise aren’t you <.<
[SMS] That`s good. At least you`re on the right bed~
[SMS] Oh noes. How much did it cost?? ^^;
[SMS] You have a gift for me? But my birthday is so far from now O nO
[ text ] Don’t scare me ; A ; [ text ] ehh... about 37000 won.. I could have gotten at least 12 plates of ddukbokki ㅠㅠ [ text ] Yep I do! Sometimes I think age is getting to you...because you’re so slow at putting two and two together...
[SMS] Wha– But where are you?? Are you really home? O nO
[SMS] Why would you order a Disney princess dress though? Kkkk~
[SMS] Hm that`s pretty random. ^ w^ It`s on December 4~ Still far away.
[ text ] mmhm, I’m home alright. Lying on my comfy bed ㅋㅋㅋ [ text ] I don’t know too...maybe I sleep-ordered it or something heh. [ text ] Hoho. It’s not random at all. I might just have the perfect present for you :3
jinxai
[SMS] Maybe you din`t?
[SMS] It could be sent to the wrong address
[SMS] Or!!
[SMS] You really wanted a Disney princess dress and you ordered it while you were drowning in school work which caused you not to remember when
[ text ] It couldn’t be sent wrongly...unless I’m at someone else’s house now o.o [ text ] The school work reason does seem legit... But nope still can’t remember when ㅠㅠ [ text ] Ahh, when’s your birthday by the way?
['she nudges you, gently but enough to wake you.] Question 3b. ['whispers whilst sliding her answers to you.] Prof's asking.
( ` lost in a dreamless slumber, it took Sora awhile to gather her bearings, blinking the fatigue from her eyes as she put two and two together. sitting up hastily, she began to recite the words so unfamiliar to her, not stopping till she was told. ) Thank you so much, that would have been unpleasant in so many ways if not for you… ( ` a grateful sigh escapes her as she turns to her desk partner. ) Oh man, everything looks so foreign already…how long have I been asleep?