If I could fly above the clouds like all the birds

ahn yohan ↝ seventeen ↝  third year ↝ neutral

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Hello, everyone. I just wanted to thank all of you for rping with me even if sometimes I couldn’t come up with good plots and I want to apologize for dropping all the plots I have with all my three children but I will be leaving the rp. I really had a blast here and I will miss all of you <3

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ksxsora

[ sms → ??? ] : how can you be so cute and so annoying at the same time [ sms → ??? ] : no dice kid, maybe next time you’ll think twice before calling me old 💖

(  ✉ → ?? ) that is my CHARM, what can I say~ (  ✉ → ?? ) i never said you were old? 😒 (  ✉ → ?? ) i said you made it SOUND like you were thirty? (  ✉ → ?? ) so really, it’s your fault for calling US kindergarteners (  ✉ → ?? ) you should take responsibility for waking me up and reminding me that coffee exists  😫

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honeyks

           she huffs in dejection, not in a condition to have her charity rejected so easily. fortunately, he seems to have been teasing, teeth now sinking in to treat. honey wasn’t one to behave with such benevolence, but when it came to new students, she made sure to put on the act. honey had a reptuation to maintain as president of student council. her reckless behavior during freshman and sophomore year might tarnish that if discovered. fortunately at keisung, it took a major scandal for students to genuinely pay attention. attending a few raves wouldn’t qualify as juicy material to ruin honey any more than she already was as an inferior.

            ❛ nutmeg. it’s an ingredient in baking, ❜ she recites, still in amazement from how he didn’t know such a basic spice. then again, yohan (as she learned his name to be) wasn’t a baking and pastry major at university, ❛ the first one. i’m president of student council. i’d lose my chair if i poisoned a student, especially a new one. which you are… or aren’t ? it’s just that i know most of the students here, both in high school and college. oh — i’m pyo haneul ! but everyone calls me honey. it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, ❜ she holds a manicured hand out to shake, instilled with manners since she was a child.

Even though she repeated the word and explained what it was, he was too busy eating the brownie to pay too much attention.  Besides, it wasn’t like he was planning on learning how to cook so he didn’t need to learn about nutmeg or any other ingredient in baking.  He simply hummed to let her know that he heard her and once he finished the brownie, he reached for another one because there was no way he wasn’t going to eat more.  Maybe even all of them if she allowed him and it didn’t matter if the food that he grabbed from the cafeteria was getting cold.

Of course, when she mentioned that she was the president of the student council, the neutral furrowed his eyebrows and swallowing the bite he was eating, he stared at the older girl.  “You’re the president of the student council?” He asked with confusion obvious on his face because in his mind the president was supposed to be a stuck up person that was too busy asserting their power than anything else but maybe it was different here?  “Is there going to be elections soon? Is that why you are carrying that bag with you?” He was teasing or at least his tone had a teasing undertone but truthfully, he wanted to know what her intentions were because if there was something he didn’t like was being used even if he used people without a second thought.  It was until then that he shook her hand and even though he knew he was being rude by not shaking her hands until then since the last thing he cared about was getting in the good graces of the president of the student council, he wasn’t too worried.  “Why do they call you honey?”

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@kstian

If there was a time when Yohan didn’t find this school unbearable, it was during swim practice and that was because he enjoyed being in the water.  Yes, he did skip sometimes because he was either too lazy or something else caught his attention but he tried his best to be there for most of them.  Now as practice ended and he made his way to the showers, he wanted nothing more than to find something fun to do because there was no way he was just going to do homework or study when he felt so energized.  Of course, he wasn’t going to go by himself and he had someone in mind to go with him as he finished showering.  

Tian wasn’t in his year but since he was also on the swimming team, they had exchanged greetings.  The other was so quiet that the third year had to be the one to initiate conversation but that day he had decided that it was time to get to know the player.  Once he was done getting dressed and with his bag strapped across his chest, he waited for the younger to finish getting ready to talk to him.  “You know Tian, I think we need to get to know each other more since we are on the same team.” He said as he gave the younger a bright smile and then wrapping his arm around the other shoulders, he added: “Let’s go to the arcade, yes?” He might be older but he tried to sway the other with puppy dog eyes as he tried to get him to agree.

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ksxhoetaek

hoetaek laughs as yohan expresses his displeasure at having to watch them finish their joint. they can’t help it, the weed’s making everything that much more comical and it’s hard to control the laughter that escapes their lips. “don’t stress dude, it’s not like I actually don’t have any more.” they’re still chuckling as they pull their phone out of their pocket, opening up a new contact before holding it out to yohan. “here, give me your number and I’ll send you a text so you can have mine.” they shrug a little as yohan starts talking about nicknames, thinking about his questions. “I mean yeah… I just call them by their names mostly,” they shrug again. “I’m not really good with the creative nicknames thing. I mean, strange interesting kid who wants free joints is too much of a mouthful. I’ll probably just stick to calling you yohan, unless there’s something else you want me to call you?”

hoetaek considers all the skills yohan puts forth, tapping at their bottom lip in contemplation. the sneaking around and distracting (or annoying) people thing could come in handy, hoetaek wonders if it could work on the RAs or staff members always getting on their case about smelling like weed all the time. and now that they think about it, yohan’s cuteness could be helpful in the future too. not to mention.. “can you teach me how to skateboard? wait, actually, never mind, I already know I’m bad at that.” as they’d begun asking, hoetaek’d had a flashback to the last time someone had tried to teach them how to skateboard and they’d nearly died. but still, yohan’s other skills could definitely work out, plus they’re pleased the kid’s agreeing to errands hoetaek had suggested. “okay, how about we start with this.” they reach into their pocket and pull out some money, holding it out towards yohan. “go get me a large pumpkin spice latte and I’ll share a joint with you. but!” they pull their hand back before yohan can take the money, holding it close to them again so they can say this next thing. “if you run off with my money and don’t come back, I’ll make sure no one on campus ever sells you weed,” they tell him, smiling as they hold the money out again.

As Yohan looked at Hoetaek laugh so freely, he wondered if he would be like that when he finally got high because there was no way he was going to stop until he managed to do that.  He already found most things amusing so it would be worse than that and even though he kind of felt bad for whoever had to deal with him, he was not going to stop just because of it.  Still, as the other told him that they had more, the neutral simply side eyed him and decided to believe the other’s words only until he saw some proof.  Without much thought, he received the phone and even before the other had finished talking, he was inputting his number.  He had not inputted his name just yet though since he was not sure if the other wanted to do it or if he should just simply do it but when Hoetaek answered his question about nicknames, Yohan decided to just do it himself.  Then he handed him the cell phone and with a grin, he waited until the other saw that he had saved his number under ‘interesting kid who wants free joints’ just because the other thought it was a mouthful.  “You can call me whatever you want, even Yoyo, just don’t wear it out.”

The third year didn’t expect the stoner to ask him to teach them how to skate but when he did, he was more curious than not when the other changed his mind about it.  “Have you tried before? Because if you have, I think there is a story there and I am curious.” He told the older as he raised his eyebrows and while part of him was curious about it, the other part kind of wanted to convince Hoetaek to give it another try just to see if they were right about being bad.  Of course, when they offered him the money and explained the errand he had to run as a test, he immediately tried to grab the money but the other seemed to have read his mind since they took the money away before he could grab it.  “Ouch, I am offended that you think I would just leave with that money and never come back. I can assure you that I am serious about getting that joint. What kind of coffee did you say you wanted though?” He said as he grabbed the money and once the money was safely inside his pocket, he pulled out his phone to write down what the other wanted.

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ksxhyuksoo

God, what did he do to deserve this? Why was he being made to deal with high schoolers when he was already in his own territory, minding his own business. But of course the high schoolers gave zero shits about keisung dynamics and just went about their way. Jesus Christ, who was the genius who thought this was a good idea? Because high schoolers and Keisung just don’t mix at all. He pointed at the pile of books on his table, wordlessly telling him that school work was keeping him busy because what other reason was there for him to be busy about? He stared at the high schooler a little bit longer before ignoring him once again, putting all of his attention on his school work. Who did this kid think he was?

When the older didn’t say anything and simply pointed at the books that were on the table, the neutral found himself frowning because he expected at least some words in reply.  He was either going to have to admit defeat or up his game and since there was no way he was going to let the older win, he would just need to do something to get the other’s attention.  A pout formed on his lips and doing his best to look sad, he asked the older.  “Are you really going to ignore me?” He tried his best to bring out tears just to make it more realistic and even though it didn’t happen as fast as he wanted, a tear pooled on his left eye.  If this guy thought that he was going to get off his hair that easily, he was wrong and by ignoring him he was making sure that Yohan would put more effort in getting his attention.

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kseunseo

“excuse me?” she asks, appalled for a number of reasons. first of all, did he just call her stuck up? he probably didn’t even know her name- was he stereotyping her? that was already enough to make her upset, but he was also refusing to leave her alone? jesus, what kind of person did he think he was so that he could just do any of this? “any person would be upset some random kid that looked like he just jumped into a dumpster crashed into their room regardless of what kind of dancer they are.” eunseo says with a roll of her eyes.

sure, that whole part about looking like a dumpster might be a bit of a lie- he honestly just looked kind of frazzled, and in another moment in time eunseo might’ve found him attractive. but she really didn’t think much of him other than that he was being incredibly rude at the moment. and that she wanted to kick him, but eunseo had been raised to never resort to violence unless under forced circumstances. she recognized him vaguely- a high school student, a year older than she was. eunseo thinks she’s seen him at swim meets (where no, the cheerleaders weren’t allowed to do anything other than wave their pom poms on the stands), but she isn’t too sure. still, none of that gave him the right to just go into the practice room and try to nap. “do i have to make myself clearer to you? i don’t want you here, and i have every right to try and kick you out.” well, she’s not sure about every right- but she’s sure that she has some sort of right related to that.

ohan watched in amusement as she answered and if he had been a little annoyed at the beginning, as she answered, he couldn’t help but see it as a game even if she didn’t.  If she expected him to be insulted by the fact that she was telling him that he looked as if he dived into a dumpster, she was wrong and if anything, he was amused by that.  “You are excused and do I really look like I dived into a dumpster? Maybe I should do it and come back to annoy you so you would have a reason to say that, what do you think?” He grinned as he took a step closer towards her and any thoughts he had about getting his blanket back were forgotten since he was too busy with the girl in front of him.

As she spoke again, he simply raised his eyebrows because unless she was stronger than him or could incapacitate him, there was no way she could get him out of the room.  Of course, as he tilted his head while looking at her, he realized that she looked familiar but truthfully, he couldn’t figure out from where.  “I mean, you can try to kick me out but I doubt you will be able to. It would be easier if you left and came back tomorrow but be stubborn, I don’t care.” He shrugged as he told her this and offering her a mischievous smile, he reached out to pat her head.  It was as he stood there that he grew curious and then glancing around the place, he spoke again.  “If you are so desperate for the room, why don’t you dance with me here? I am bored enough that I’ll let you dance whatever it was that you were dancing, sounds fair?” He asked even though he knew that it didn’t sound fair but he didn’t care at all.

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yoonwang:

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honeyks

          honey’s immersed in scrolling through her social media feed when a pair of chopsticks arrest her pork belly. her instincts beg her to recite the importance of manners to the intruder. once her eyes flit away from the phone, honey thinks it best to let him go unreproached. his commentary on the cafeteria leads her to assume he’s a new student. anyone who had been at keisung for some time would already know the lackluster taste of the food. usually, honey would cook her own lunch to eat at this hour. nursing a massive hangover forced a change of plans, only able to snatch a plastic bag of brownies before she left. they were of her own pastry genius, the baking major confident in their scrumptious taste.

         her sluggish condition suppressing most of her own appetite, honey decides to offer the brownies as a welcoming gift. even if he wasn’t a new student, he was new to her. the president of the student council wanted to make a good impression to all those she met. usually that went out the door once they learned of her domineering nature, but honey could sustain the illusion with some polite behavior for now, ❛ try this instead, ❜ she fishes the sweet treats out of her bag for the student to try, ❛ you’re not allergic to nutmeg, are you ? bad food is one thing, but an allergic reaction is another. ❜

Something everyone realized soon enough was that Yohan loved food and if you feed him, then you became his favorite person ever, at least for the day.  Of course, as he stole the food from the older girl, he didn’t expect her to offer him brownies but the moment he noticed them, his eyes brightened.  Who was this nice and charitable girl?  He didn’t have the sightless idea but it didn’t matter since his whole attention was on the brownies.  He reached for them without hesitation and even though he heard her ask about being allergic to whatever that was, he didn’t answer until he took a bite out of the brownie he retrieved.

“Allergic to what?” He asked as he tilted his head to the side and then taking another bite, he almost moaned at the taste because if there was something he loved, that was sweets and desserts.  “Now that I think about. Are you nice or are you poisoning me? I mean, I am willing to go to the hospital because of how good these brownies are but that’s another matter.” He studied the girl as he tried to figure out who she was or at least what kind of person she was but truthfully, he was not entirely sure.  “I’m Yohan. I guess if you are poisoning me, it might be good for you to know the name of your victim and you are?”

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ksminghao

“oh.” minghao closed his book to get a better look at the boy. now that it had been mentioned, minghao thought he’d seen the other in his math class. he didn’t really know anyone in his math class, having been placed in the third year class due to the second year class not being challenging enough for him, but he could at least vaguely recognize his classmates’ faces. “i am, yes,” he replied with a nod. “i mean…” he continued, realizing his answer could be interpreted as sort of vague. “i’m in your math class, not… a college student.” after clarifying, he swallowed loudly, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of his hoodie. 

he was surprised when the boy didn’t immediately get up and leave once minghao had made it obvious how much of an anxious mess he was. instead, he had introduced himself and continued eating. minghao kept staring at him, until he eventually realized the boy - yohan - would definitely find him weird if he kept sitting there in silence. “i’m minghao,” he replied, biting his lip as he tried coming up with something else to say. something told him yohan was way more interested in his food than a conversation, but if they were going to share a table, minghao couldn’t handle an awkward silence. “do you.. uh, do you like it here?” he asked, mentally slapping himself for the stupid question. 

At the sight of the other guy closing his book and paying attention to him, a delighted smile appeared on his lips because if there was something the third year liked was to be the center of attention.  He watched while he ate as the other replied but even though he was looking at him, he wasn’t paying too much attention to him.  It was only as the other talked about being in his math class and not being a college student that the neutral paid enough attention and if he was honest, he was not expecting the other to say that he had been right about them being in the same math class.  “Wait, really? I was kidding about the whole being in the same math class… I mean, you look familiar.” He stared at the other as he scrunched his nose but if the other was also joking about being in the same class, he knew that he wouldn’t find out only until he went to class.

Of course, he easily turned his attention back to his food but he did notice the way the other boy kept looking at him.  Before he said anything about that though, the other introduced himself and the more he watched Minghao, the more he realized how cute he was.  “You are cute, has anyone told you that Minghao? You should take full advantage of that like me and the next thing you know, you have people doing everything you want.” He wasn’t sure if the other would agree that he was cute but it didn’t matter to him in the least.  “Eh, the place is average at best and I expected more drama but I mean, at least I don’t have to deal with my dad looking over my shoulder. Having a dad that works at your school as the school principal is no fun.”

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taejoonks

detentions were a big part of taejoon’s life, even before he’d transferred to keisung for his second year. there was nothing that screamed teenage delinquency more than regularly getting the slip from his teacher, and whilst it did contribute to his status as a troublemaker, actually sitting through the ordeal wasn’t exactly his favourite thing to do. too often, they were forced to sit in silence and taejoon hated it – his entire being, after all, thrived off of chaos and a whole lot of noise, mostly from himself.

today, his endless chattering in history class to a fellow student had landed him in detention once more. he dragged his feet as he made his way to the classroom where the detention was supposed to be held at, keeping on a sour expression to indicate his utmost displeasure. he’d been planning to spend the time after classes to trash some of the school’s public amenities, maybe work on some tasteful graffiti in the bathrooms. clearly, the plan was foiled, as he found himself entering the class. just as he was about to take a seat, taejoon heard someone say his name, so he turned around. ahn yohan. the neutral, being exactly what he is, was supposed to be bad news for taejoon. but he’d proved to be pretty decent company in all the past times they’d been in detention together, so taejoon had come to the conclusion that he was alright. coming over to see what yohan wanted with him, taejoon raised an eyebrow at him. “and how do you suggest we do that,” he glanced at the teacher at the front of the class, who was already glaring at him. “when we’ve got hawk-eye over there?”

If there was something everyone should know was that Yohan always got his way or at least he tried to get his way until he got bored and it was then that he would move on to the next thing that caught his attention.  Then again, when someone made it seem like they were challenging him to do something, the neutral was more than motivated to show the person that he could do it and so when Taejoon asked his question, Yohan’s mind was already thinking about how to get out of here.  He might have trouble finishing school work but when it came to causing trouble, he could figure out the best way to do it.  He just needed a little bit of time and signaled Taejoon to take a seat, he looked around the room.  It was when his eyes found two students that everyone knew hated each other that a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

“I have two ideas but since I heard you don’t fight, I guess we will go with the one that involves getting dumb dumb and smartass to finally throw some punches. Is that suggestion good enough?” He raised his eyebrow as he asked the other the question and at least to him, it was the perfect solution because it took the attention of the teacher away from everyone but those two which allowed them to sneak out and well, he had been waiting for those two to finally fight so it was a win-win situation.  Of course, he needed help since he couldn’t text both of them and have it trace back to him and that is why he needed Taejoon.

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ksxyuri

Running on only a few hours of sleep wasn’t working out too well for Yuri. It caused her to wake up later than she usually did and brought out the grouch in her. Typically she wouldn’t even think of touching the food served on campus. A shitty place is only bound to have shitty place, which she found out on her own, just her freshman year. Since then, she made sure to stay away…until today. Laziness stopped her from doing her usual of grabbing something off campus, and she went for what was the closest: the cafeteria.

She observed the cafeteria as she made her way inside, with a frown placed on her face. She didn’t notice anyone inside the place, but she continued on toward the excuse for food and picked out her choices, while filling up her plate. Not wanting to go so far, she sat at a vacant table and place her tray on the table, with her bag right beside her. She started to pick at it as look down at it, not feeling impressed at all. While doing so, she was startled momentarily by another student sitting across from her. Her left eyebrow rose as she looked at him, confused as to why he sat there. Then again, there were people that were friendlier than her that existed. She grabbed her drink and started to sip from it, as she noticed a pair of chopstick reaching for her plate. Not familiar with the action of somebody actually trying that with her, she was caught off guard. She looked down at her plate and blinked slowly, before looking across the table. “What exactly in the hell, do you think you’re doing? Do you like having hands?”

When he decided to take a seat at the table he did, he did it mostly because the girl looked harmless and even the way she simply blinked made it seem like he had made the right decision.  Then again, he was not afraid of someone kicking his ass and if he was honest, he kind of liked the adrenaline that came with fighting.  Of course, when the girl spoke, the neutral’s eyes widened a little at the threat and then he focused his attention back on the food.  “Eating? What else would I be doing?” He said, playing dumb but then again, that might get him in more trouble than just being blunt.  “Are you going to break them or something just because I grabbed some food from your plate?” He found himself asking and raising his eyebrows as he asked this, he stared at the girl.

“If you are going to break them, can I finish eating? I am starving and well, without hands, I am going to need someone to feed me so I have to find someone suitable.” He, of course, was not serious but she didn’t need to know that.  If anything, he was curious as to what her reply would be because until now, the response he got for doing that was not really that violent like he thought it would be but, of course, his luck had run out it seemed.

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ahyoungks

releasing the lump of his cheek between her fingers, ahyoung lifted both hands in mock surrender. “alright, no touchy, then,” she huffed, but laughed at the little scrunch of his nose. this kid sure was making a nuisance out of himself, but it was an adorable kind of nuisance ahyoung decided she didn’t really mind. “well, nice to meet you, yohan,” ahyoung emphasised on his name, “i’m ahyoung, and i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you totally do. kids reeking of teen hormones don’t usually smell it on themselves, or others of their same kind.” humming as she considered his question, ahyoung took a guess. “second year? could even pass for a first year, with that baby face.”

reorganising some of the tickets and flyers laid out on the table, ahyoung shrugged. “i guess you could help out, but you don’t seem like the type that’s up for that kind of stuff,” she scrutinised him with shrewd eyes, before replying, “it is a little boring, i’m not going to lie.” ahyoung sighed. she’d been at the booth since morning, figuring she’d volunteer to help out since her classes were canceled for the day and she had nothing better to do, anyway. unfortunately for her, her fellow booth attendant wasn’t exactly the most entertaining person to be with, so the time spent had felt a lot longer than it really was. “gee, thanks,” she cast yohan an amused smile. “what else have you got up your sleeve, then?”

Even though he rolled his eyes at her theatrics, he couldn’t stop the corner of his lips from curling a little and at her bad news, he immediately narrowed his eyes because he was sure she was making stuff up.  Not that he was going to tell her that but he did want to know if supposedly the “smell” would go away and when.  “Is that so? Does that mean that as soon as I turn twenty, I won’t reek anymore?” He asked as he raised his eyebrow in obvious disbelief and truthfully if it turned out to be the truth, it wasn’t like he was going to accept it that easily.  “Do I really look that young? What? No, I am third year, and you? It’s not like you look that much older than me, you probably just turned eighteen this year or something.”

“I am wounded, please stop making assumptions and just get to know me.” He smirked right then and the smirk only grew when she admitted that it was indeed a little boring.  “Well, since you seemed so repelled by my teen hormones, I guess making out somewhere is out of the question so what if we go to the roof and throw water balloons at people?” Truthfully, it might be childish to want to do that but he didn’t care one bit and if she refused, then it was fine because he still wanted to do that now that the idea was in his head.

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jazzyjihoonie:

“who me?” (#ﾟﾛﾟ#)

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ksxminho

going to the dance rooms to practice has become an everyday thing minho. thank god keisung has a dance studio because it makes the school a little more tolerable. he hears music coming from one of the rooms. the fame chaser usually isn’t one to snoop around, but the song is the same one as he’s been practicing. he peers inside the room to see yohan attempting to do the same choreography he has been doing. minho can’t help but find him a little endearing. he chuckles lightly. he finds it adorable in the way that yohan crinkles his face. even though his dancing is not perfect, minho gives him credit for trying. he continues to watch yohan. his movements are a little rigid and he’s a little bashful when it comes to some of the moves, which is expected from any inexperienced dancer. a part of him wonders why yohan just didn’t ask for help with the choreography? yet, it occurred to him that yohan isn’t one of those people to willingly seek help for anything.   

when yohan turns around and notices him, a little smile appears on minho’s face. however, the eye contact is short-lived as yohan quickly turns away. the older male blinks. he playfully asks, “explain what?” shutting the door behind him, minho walks closer to the younger male. “do you mind if i join you?”

If Yohan thought this rationally, he wouldn’t be able to explain why he was doing this because it wasn’t like he was planning on joining the dance team or become a professional dancer but here he was trying to imitate the way Minho danced whenever he watched him dance.  It probably was like a new toy that he would soon get tired of but as he noticed the fame chaser, he wanted nothing more than to go back to the time when he simply watched Minho.  He needed an excuse for this or at least that was what he thought but his mind was blank.  The question that the older guy asked was also not helping because he was getting confused and goodness gracious he wanted to leave without another word.  “I, um, nothing but sure, you can stay.” He mumbled as he glanced at the other with a small smile before he realized that by joining him, he might be talking about dancing and he immediately wanted to take back his words.

With wide eyes, he moved to turn off the music and biting his lower lip, he turned to the older when he manage to turn it off.  “If by joining, you meant if you could dance with me, I’d rather not because you are like so good and even though I am not bad,  I would probably look worse if I am dancing next to you.” He rambled as he crossed his arms and then without waiting for the other to answer, he asked.  “What are you doing here, anyway?”

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ksxsora

[ sms → ??? ] : that’s nice I also WANT coffee which is why i’m at the COFFEE SHOP [ sms → ??? ] : self sufficiency [ sms → ??? ] : you should try it some time sweetie

(  ✉ → ?? ) [image attached] (  ✉ → ?? ) pleeeeaaasssed?

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ksxhoetaek

“no offence intended, it was simply an observation,” hoetaek nods. the corners of their lips twitch upwards in an amused smile at the way yohan explains how little he cares about what hoetaek thinks of him, but they hide it behind another drag of their joint, finishing it off and putting it out on the bottom of their boot. “normalcy is overrated, if anything it was a compliment, I have much more respect for people who are strange.” hoetaek snorts when yohan keeps talking—man this kid really likes to talk—unable to hide the way their amused smile is growing now as the kid goes through the list of possible nicknames. “what makes you think you’re getting my number?” they ask, though something tells them they’ll be giving it to him eventually. “and what? do you give everyone cute nicknames? should I call you yoyo or something?”

hoetaek can see what yohan’s doing, with his pout and the puppy dog eyes, and the way he’s clinging to hoetaek’s arm. it’s so clearly an act, but hoetaek has to admit it’s working a tiny bit. this kid is cute and he knows it, and hoetaek can just imagine all the poor buggers that’ve caved, unable to deny this adorable face whatever it was he wanted. even so, hoetaek knows that if they give one high schooler a free joint, they’d have to give every high schooler a free joint, and that didn’t sound like a smart business idea to them. “if you don’t have money I accept other forms of payment,” they offer. “nothing weird, don’t get the wrong idea,” they add quickly, not wanting yohan to think they were a creep or anything. “but if you really can’t pay then you can do other things for me instead. go fetch me coffee, carry my bags around for me when I go shopping, stuff like that. or, I don’t know, do you have any skills to offer? other than, you know,” they wave a hand to motion at yohan’s face. “being cute?”

If Yohan planned to reply to the older when they explained that they meant no offense, it was forgotten when he noticed that Hoetaek finished the blunt and frowning, he watched as the other stepped on it.  He kept his eyes on the crushed blunt as the stoner spoke about how they had respect for strange people but the neutral was too caught up with himself to really pay attention.  Of course, he was easily distracted by the Hoetaek’s name and when the other snorted, he wasn’t sure what was it that they found so amusing.  “Giving me your number it’s the least you can do after finishing that blunt in front of me.” He pouted then just to show the stoner that he was not that happy about the whole thing and maybe get them to give him their number.  At the mention of yoyo, the younger rolled his eyes because of course people always went with that stupid nickname and while he didn’t care about it that much, there were times that it got on his nerves.  “Yes, don’t you? Or what do you call your friends? Just their names? I guess, but you could also be more creative if you want.”

Although he had hoped that Hoetaek would give him a free joint, he was not surprised to hear that the other wanted something in return but his eyebrows still rose when the stoner spoke about other forms of payment.  Before he could ask if that meant anything sexual as he let go of the stoner’s arm, the older explained that it was nothing like that.  Then again, he didn’t know if he could trust the stoner and it was only as they explained the errands they wanted him to do that Yohan realized that at least for right now, he didn’t have to worry about that.  “Being cute is helpful, thank you very much.” He shot back, a little offended but of course, it was just him being a drama queen.  “I am good at sneaking around, distracting people or more like annoying them and I can skateboard. But I can do that whole fetching coffee and carrying bags.” He nodded as he said that and even though he wanted to ask if he would get to eat some of the other’s food, he bit his tongue before he messed things up.