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Lee changsun joon back at seongnam university newly single. roleplay account with mature content please read with much caution

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I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears And None On My Fingers | Joon & Shinyeong

Shinyeong had become a large part of Joon’s life, even though he had never met her in person, nor had he any idea what she looked like. He was almost positive that she was a female from her own confirmation and the fact that she sounded feminine on the phone, but one can never be one hundred percent sure with those types of things. He didn’t put much thought into that, though. He just believed blindly and kept the occasional thoughts to himself from fear of possible embarrassment from even thinking such an odd thought.

Countless text messages, phone conversations, and emails had brought the two to be semi-close and regardless of the distance between the two students, Joon felt that he had made a close friend that he cherished even more than some of the ones that he saw daily. There were secrets that he had only trusted with Shinyeong, and whenever his feelings needed a place to go, she had provided a listening ear for him. The wound that he had left Seoul with was healing at a faster pace with someone else around to care for it and he couldn’t be more grateful.

Joon had found it a routine to call Shinyeong around lunchtime and he had usually stayed on campus for food, but he had a rare craving for coffee and followed the craving down to Verte Café. He didn’t have much of a taste for the stuff, but he had enjoyed the bit of a rush that any bit of caffeine gave him, as drinks of the kind hardly had a place in his diet. Just the thought of being a bit naughty (or a whole heaping spoon of naughty) and deviating from his routine had him mindlessly tapping at the counter as he waited for his ordered drink of choice—iced Americano, black.

“It’s lunchtime,” Joon whispered to his phone as he tapped at his friend’s name, bringing it to his ear and waiting for a familiar voice to brighten his day. He hardly even noticed the girl next to him rustle around for her phone as it rang at the same time…conveniently. 

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Surprise! I Don't Know Anything About Boundaries! | Joon & Yoonjo

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  Finally, home sweet home. 

With a hectic day at school, nothing is better than going back home and taking a long rest with no one bothering you, just what Yoonjo needed for the rest of the day.

Unlocking the door to her apartment, she immediately noticed the pair of shoes that were at the door, it wasn’t hers obviously, the size of the shoes were bigger than what she was wearing. Yoonjo closed the door behind her and the umbrella that was on top of the shoe rack, proceeding into the house, trying to not make any noise, just as to not let the uninvited guest know that the owner is home.

Her grip on the umbrella was tight, really tight, that was probably the only thing she could use to protect herself then. Passing the living room, she noticed the jacket on the couch and also the shirt at the hallway, leading to the bathroom. 

Is this person a thief or a pervert? Why is this guy even in my apartment? 

There was nothing she could do now but to just confront whoever that was in the same house as her at this moment. Collecting all her nervousness and worries, she threw them aside. Placing one hand on the knob of the bathroom door, her other hand still holding onto the umbrella, she turned the knob slowly and opened the door to where the person was. “Who are you? What are you- Joon, what the hell?” 

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Joon was focusing on the steady stream of the showerhead when he heard the creak of the bathroom door. He froze for a moment, now remembering that the apartments of Gangjeon had two rooms, which meant that Yoonjo could easily have a roommate who could be walking in on him at that moment. Joon silently prepared himself for the embarrassment of exposing his naked body to a stranger, but kept running the soap over himself, pretending that he was unaware of the person’s entrance, which was echoing off of the walls—loud, clear, and impossible to ignore over the water hitting the porcelain of the tub.

Yoonjo’s voice rang through the bathroom before Joon could even focus on her figure in the doorway and he let out a gust of air that he hadn’t noticed that he was holding in the time that he had noticed an intruder (as if the owner of the apartment could be considered an intruder), a breathless chuckle following in embarrassment. If anyone other than a close friend would have found Joon in such a state, they would have easily come to the conclusion that he was crazy, but Yoonjo knew better (that he was only a rare kind of mentally ill), and he didn’t restrain any of his actions out of comfort. The two of them had a friendship that awkwardness didn't really have a place in.

“I didn’t think that you would mind me using your shower,” the dancer said as he pushed a wet towel out of the shower towards her, the water dripping onto the floor as he shook it. “You can always join me if you want. I could scrub you down from head to toe,” a joke, but a semi-serious offer. 

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broism | shin&joon

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  The shirt in her hand wasn’t the only thing that had dropped along with his towel. She scrambled to regain composure as she clamped her mouth shut before her jaw was left hanging open for the rest of eternity. She could stare, no, that was rude, but the two (maybe three) second glance she got left her face burning and her oral skills impaired. No, no, no, no, no, Shin, no, no, no. Good girls didn’t do things like this. But Shin wasn’t a girl. Shinhye was a girl, but Shinhye wasn’t Shin, and she was Shin, and Shin wasn’t a girl. As her mind hyperventilated as she tried to rationalize this situation in her head, her ears picked up the end of the other’s statement. "L-lunch money?" she cried out, startled as her lunch money had been taken, in fact, several times. It was a good thing she had stopped buying lunches and started making them. "I have a sandwich," she said meekly, swallowing the lump in her throat before she continued, "If you want that. Take it." She restrained herself from scrambling for her lunch box and just throwing the entire thing at him, before realizing that he had been joking. Right? He was joking, wasn’t he?  Shinhye had had too many experiences throughout school with bullies, and most of them just so happened to be just as good looking as the male standing beside her, and she had momentarily been blindsided by the stereotypes she had created in her own mind. Not all people were bad, Shin had to remind herself from time to time. “Joke,” she said, pasting a wide grin on her face as she faced him, which probably looked scary coming from her, as she tried to cover up her blunder, “I was joking.” She bit her lip as she quickly turned back to zip up her bag. Was it the norm to continue conversation? Should she say something else? Opting out for wondering about male social norms and instead wanting to look at the eye candy, she quickly talked herself into staying for a few more minutes. A bit of healthy conversation never killed anyone, had it?

"So," she began, casually, stretching her arm behind her, "You work out every morning?"  

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The other male was making things awkward as if he had never been around another man in a locker room before, and Joon found himself narrowing his eyes as he looked over the other’s features, finding every feature to be significantly more feminine than his own. Joon couldn’t help but feel bad for anyone that had less muscle mass than himself and he smiled awkwardly as he pulled his v-neck over his head—a reaction to the eyes that were still managing to pierce holes with every stolen glance.

Joon continued to clothe himself, barely getting them on before a lunchbox came hurling at him, bouncing off of his abdomen and then making a loud ‘clunk’ as it hit the floor. The feminine male had really offered up his lunch to Joon when the more (questionably) intimidating of the two was joking and he scrambled to get it off of the floor, carelessly leaving his gym bag hanging out of his locker. The last thing that Joon needed for his reputation was a bully label. He sat the male’s lunch of the bench and pulled his bag from the locker, half-listening to the other stumbling through his speech. The words were as painful as they were awkward to hear and Joon sighed through his teeth, reluctant to speak to someone who had actually thrown their lunch at him.

“Every single morning, unless I happen to stay out the night before,” he paused, pressing a finger on his lips as he assessed the validity of that statement. It wasn’t quite true. “…then I just show up at night to make up for lost reps.” That was more correct. Joon couldn’t remember a day that he had missed a gym trip, aside from the days he had moved in and out of Seoul. “I’ve never seen you here this early. Are you starting a new routine? Do you need help with lifts, noodle arms?” he chuckled to himself, flexing a bicep at the other. “Joke.”

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You Probably Couldn't See for the Lights but You Were Looking Straight at Me | Joon & Sehun

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  Sehun, who was just about ready to leave, was interrupted by what seemed to be an attempt at socializing. A handshake. Sehun paused to stare at the outstretched hand, eyes flitting to the nameless student, now known as Joon, then back at the hand. Joon was giving him the stare that was somehow challenging him to return the gesture of friendliness, yet it was the kind of stare that also seemed to be informing Sehun “this is called a handshake,” and Sehun didn’t really like the fact the other seemed to be looking down on him. He hated any form of human contact really, and he most certainly didn’t want to have anything to do with Joon. But if he rejected the handshake—.. Joon might think him stupid to be incapable of returning a handshake. It took him a while just to contemplate whether to shake the other’s hand or not, and yes, this was one of the everyday dilemmas Oh Sehun faced in his daily life.

"You can’t pretend to be someone that you’re not all of the time."

Something inside of the artist seemed to snap, and wow, perhaps Joon really did know a lot more about Sehun than the boy thought. In fact, he seemed to understand Sehun perfectly well. The male wanted to leave right then and there, and hopefully never cross paths with this nosy student ever again. Unfortunately, as if on cue, the image of his mother teaching him to be polite floated into his mind. Sehun sighed heavily. As much as he hated to, the pale boy chose to return the other’s gesture with a gentle shake of the hand, only because it was something his mother would have wanted him to do. Joon’s hand was warm and calloused, slightly larger than his too, and only after did Sehun realize how much he missed the feeling of having his hand held. He kept his gaze to the floor as he pulled back, muttering a soft, “I’m Oh Sehun,” and “It’s nice to meet you,” though that was more of an obligatory statement than anything else. Pushing past Joon, he hastily walked out of the classroom with his tools and sketchbook in hand, leaving the student staring after him.

Oh Sehun doesn’t remember his white Samsung seated on top of one of the desks, and obviously doesn’t have coloured cheeks as he walks back to the dorm.

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The introductions were rushed and Joon hardly caught the other male’s name—Oh Sehun—before being left alone to stand in the art room. He felt a bit of awkwardness wash over him at being brushed off by the other male, but that didn’t stop a smirk from pulling at his lips from an equal amount of satisfaction. It was likely that the two of them would run into each other again, even if it meant that Joon would have to approach the other at the doctor’s office. All tactics seemed appropriate for someone as desperate as Joon.

Joon turned to follow Sehun out when he caught glimpse of a cell phone sitting alone on the table, obviously left by the artist. His eyes lit up at the discovery and he didn’t waste a moment to act, grabbing at the device and swiping the pad of his thumb across the screen, giving himself access to a place that he shouldn’t be, but that was necessary to see Sehun sooner than his next visit to the doctor’s office. Having Sehun’s phone number would give Joon the upper hand and he chuckled to himself as he tapped at the screen, putting in his own number and casually saving it as a favorite contact before sending a text message to his own phone.

“Now we can rely on each other,” Joon whispered to the white phone as he sat it down on the table, pulling his own phone from the depths of his pockets to check for the successful sending of the message. “Oh Sehun.”

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You Probably Couldn't See for the Lights but You Were Looking Straight at Me | Joon & Sehun

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  scram:

To leave in a hurry; also used as an imperative command meaning ‘go away’.

What part of scram did the intruder not get?

Sehun had picked up his pencil and paper, continuing from where he left off, but just as he expected the other student had no intention of leaving or listening to Sehun. Stubborn, that was the word. The artist’s movements slowed as he felt the male’s eyes studying every inch of his body, feeling incredibly self conscious of having any sort of attention paid to him. He side eyed the stranger as the distance between the both grew increasingly small, and Sehun was not accustomed to human contact, no he wasn’t. He instinctively leaned away, a shroud of awkward silence filling the room until the other finally spoke up.

“I know you. You always have the appointment before me at the doctor’s office. We see the same psychiatrist! Do you not recognize me?”

At this sentence, Sehun’s blood went cold. The brunette now focused more clearly on the mysterious man’s features, and something inside his brain seemed to click. The figure who’s head was constantly buried in playboy magazines. He looked almost familiar, but Sehun was never one to pay attention to other human beings, much preferring to drown himself in his surroundings. But if the other party claimed he went to same psychiatrist as well—.. That meant someone else in the school knew about his condition. And Sehun most certainly wasn’t comfortable with that at all. The flicker of recognition in his eyes was soon gone, replaced by a look of indifference. 

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," his eyes flickered back down to his paper, hands numb and incapable of sketching. Sehun was only growing increasingly wary by the second — If this stranger knew anything else about him of some sort, the boy was almost unwilling to stay in the room with him any longer. The fact that the other was so inquisitive only made matters worse, and Sehun could just feel the stranger prying into his privacy. The only logical thing to do was to shut the man up.

"People plague me," Sehun deadpanned, closing his sketchbook shut and packing up his things, before standing up. "Now if you’ll excuse me, since you’re unable to understand any of my previous words, I’ll scram for you."

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Joon wasn’t the brightest man on campus, but he just happened to notice the slight change in expression as he mentioned the psychiatrist. The words coming from the other male were an obvious lie, but Joon kept his cheeky smile intact, knowing that the topic was particularly sensitive to most, even if it wasn’t for himself. He felt the embarrassment radiating off of the other, yet he still stood his ground and refused to retreat from the art room as he should have.

“People plague me. Now if you’ll excuse me, since you’re unable to understand any of my previous words, I’ll scram for you.”

The words were admittedly harsh, but Joon just stepped back enough to make the other comfortable (if it were even possible) before putting a hand out to the other, nodding down to it as if a handshake was a new concept to be taught. He stared at the artist with eyes that burned with determination—determination to be friends or be something other than just two people who brushed shoulders in a doctor’s office. There was a shortage of people that understood anything about emotional distress, and Joon felt slight desperation to find someone to share that with, as depressing of a thought as it was. Drowning with someone was always preferred over drowning alone.

“You’re leaving without introductions?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice taking a mocking tone. “That’s just rude.  You can’t pretend to be someone that you’re not all of the time. I know that you go to the same doctor as me and that isn’t something that you should be ashamed of,” he pushed his hand out further, strongly urging the other to shake it, although it was likely that his hand wouldn’t get anything of the sort. “My name is Lee Changsun, but please feel free to call me Joon. I really like artists. Your name?”

This was how things worked. You exchange names and then become best friends, right?

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broism | shin&joon

The one place Shin felt the most nervous was not the showers in the dorms, no, she made sure to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to shower before any of the boys were even awake. It was the locker room. The epitome of everything the male gender stood for, well, everything Shin believed it to be, was contained the locker room. Where sweaty men showered and engaged in acts of “broism,” a term used by her brother in his painfully horrid bouts of English. It was a shame he wasn’t here, he’d swing through the locker room antics with ease. “Swinging through” wasn’t something Shin did well, or at all. She was fifty shades of awkward, and then some. She hated locker rooms in general, so pretending to be a boy and going through the boy’s locker room was a nightmare.  Her heart pounded each time she passed through, showering in a whirlwind of soap and water and pulling on her clothes as fast as possible and leaving before most of the guys had even hit the showers. Today was an easy day, though. No one had been in the locker room this time, so Shin had taken a minute more than her usual three and a half in the shower and took about thirty seconds more to put on her clothes, more than the usual twenty. Taking it slow was nice, once in a while. As she made her way back into the locker area to get her belongings, she was startled by the presence of an unfamiliar face. Though most faces in the locker room were a blur to her, this one she didn’t register at all. It was, however, one she’d remember from now on. Shin was a girl, first and foremost, and even she wasn’t dense enough to know that what stood before her was a classic example of a hunk. Sure, some boys were scrawny and pale, thankfully, as it was one of the underlying reasons she had been able to pass off as a boy, but then there were the boys. Not having noticed that she had frozen in place, she quickly attempted to regain her composure as she made her way to her locker, which was coincidentally two away from the open one that seemed to be the other male’s. Pulling out her things as quickly, yet as unsuspiciously as possible, she found herself casting a few quick sideways glances. The second or third time, she found her gaze caught, and her face immediately flushed. Clearing her throat in an attempt to brush it off, she managed to spurt out the “bro-iest” thing she could manage, “‘Sup, bro?” 

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If there were a few things to know about the men’s locker room at Seongnam, they were that the shower’s water got hot in less than a minute, the lockers couldn’t hold as much as they appeared to, and that Lee Joon was in there every single morning before and after his workout that he couldn’t miss. More than anything, physique was important to Joon, and it was rare that he missed his allotted time in the gym. If he put the same kind of dedication into his studies, he’d be the top student of the university.

There weren’t many people up as early as Joon and it wasn’t often that he ran into anyone during his normal routine. He could usually get through the morning without human interaction and then get off to class or whatever he had planned for the day, even if that plan was just to nap or watch movies for the day, which had become a favorite on the weekends. He definitely didn’t run into attractive young men, or at least he hadn’t before this particular day.

Joon didn’t pay any mind to the person near his locker and he didn’t even flinch when the guy was frantically rustling through his things as soon as Joon got closer. Joon was still riding out the waves of a good adrenaline rush and wet from the shower that he had just taken, just a thin towel hanging from his hips and covering his most private area that wasn’t really that private when you knew just how many people had become acquainted with what was hidden by the fabric. It was the words and the awkward tone that made Joon turn as soon as he dropped the towel to the floor, leaving his naked body exposed to the stranger. He didn’t mean to stand there as long as he did, but he couldn’t seem to untangle his boxers from his bag of stuff while he looked away and studied the other male—the feminine and shy type that Joon was typically drawn to.

“You’re up early,” he said through a yawn, pulling the boxers over his legs as he got them free, promptly stretching his arms out, his muscles still glistening with beads of water. “Don’t let me rush you or anything. I’m not going to steal your lunch money.”

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Surprise! I Don't Know Anything About Boundaries! | Joon & Yoonjo

I shouldn’t be doing this.

Joon knew that it wasn’t acceptable to break into Yoonjo’s apartment without at least a little warning, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to use a shower that was worlds better than what the dormitory provided (or at least that was his excuse). He knew where she kept her spare key and he felt that because of their friendship, he had the right to anything that was hers, even if that was the farthest from the truth.

“Yoonjo!” Joon cut through the silence of the apartment with crisp and clear syllables, his lips curving just from the use of her name. He had been at Seongnam for some time and spent so much time avoiding the friends that he had left that he had almost forgotten just how much pleasure he got out of spending time with his closest female friend. “I’m here! Don’t you at least want to take my coat?” he sighed at the silence and shrugged it off, leaving his shoes at the door and throwing his jacket on the couch as he passed the living room, treating her home just like his own that he had shared with his friend before. “I guess I’ll just help myself then!” he said to no one in particular and shed another garment and left in the hallway—his shirt. He’d pick it up later.

He cracked the door to the bathroom to hear for intruders and commenced to turn on the warm water, leaving the rest of his clothes in a heap on the floor in front of the tub. This was definitely better than the campus’ amenities.

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