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sopho — I.T & sysadmin. schedule kim chan

[seongchan]

I'm such a fashionista.

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seongchan replied to your post:

Maybe we should sign language.

Great solution, if I knew sign language. Do you think I can do morse code through drums?

[seongchan]

You play drums? Cool. Guess we are lucky because I so happen to know morse code. See, two heads are better than one.

[jcksnlngfrd]

The New Guy in Town || Kim & Nichkhun

[jcksnlngfrd]

Spotting the man so casually leaning against the the nicely styled building, Nichkhun changed his direction. He seemed most comfortable with this place as he casually puffed on his cigarette. A sign the new Thai boy was going to use to his advantage. “Excuse me.” Smiling towards the stranger once he was in earshot distance. Hm, perhaps he was wrong.. Underneath the chic facade, the other seemed a little- Was it startled?; to be seeing him make his way over towards him. Either way, he seemed to be the only person around for now so he would have to give his question a shot.

"Do you know where Nakseon Hall is?" He inquired in his accented voice. Figuring it needed no further explanation but he decided to point out the obvious anyways. "I’m rather new and not from around here and it says It’s where I’ve been assigned so… Yeah~" Laughing out the final word, thinking it might ease the other party before him.

[seongchan]

Contact.

That was going to be a conversation. He could do that.

— Nakseon? — For a split stupid second, Kim Chan adjusted his glasses to check and double check the building he was leaning on. — Its right here. — He said finally, but only after 100% sure.

Maybe it was an opportunity for him to stop texting wrong texts and doing absolutely nothing with his free time and be actually helpful for a change. The iPhone went into his pocket and he mutely offered some help by trying to reach out for one of the suitcases. — I like it in here, it's quet. Oh, I'm Kim Chan by the way.

[seongchan]

Kim Chan & Gao — ♚ What the eyes don’t see…

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Looking back Gao turned for a moment, his shirt moving over his tones body as it was a perfectly fitted dress shirt moved with his action as his hand moved to rub his jaw. "Well this stuff is are actually older maybe more classical paintings I am trying to find a connection with, but seems like the dutch and flemish won’t inspire me like Picasso does," he sighed out and turned the reproductions around to show his favourite pieces by Dali, Picasso, Monet, Renoir, Degas, van Gogh and Klimt as a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips. Adjusting them on the easels, Godfrey once more focused on the male at the door and gave him a small smile, adjusting himself on his legs.

"Well as today is open class, which means that I help out anyone in need and I have been in this office for far too long," he spoke and looked at the male, moving to to write up a note that he was helping someone out and would be back before a hour ended. "Though I doubt that helping someone to his class is nothing to do with art. Anyway you are heading to the computer lab? On my way back I can hand in my books on Kandinsky and art theory made by Goethe." Waking around his voice, Godfrey logged off from his computer and started to look for said books as his voice in that sense was a mess. He had many books open at different spots on his table and every seat in there - it was easier for him to dive into his research this way although it was messy and could have been more organized. Gathering the books in his arms, the professor looked over at the male with a small smile, an apologetic one, on his lips as he grabbed the keys. "Shall we?"

[seongchan]

He actually knew where the computer lab was, of course. Dude practically lived there, but now it would be rude to say that, especially after accepting the help. Kim Chan would have to write it down as another chapter to his endless history of unsuccessful interactions with people. He also tried, really hard, not do drift away while the professor started talking about art.

Sure it was an interesting topic and sure, he was trying to simulate some level of comprehension by nodding? But really, deep down, Kim Chan just had no idea. You say Picasso I say potato. Thank God he was not going to the lab to take any classes, it was just him versus that firewall battle - yes, his lack of social life reached the point which he hang out at the lab. Alone. That is just the perfect description of how a twenty-something should spend his University days.

Kim Chan adjusted his messenger bag strap to the shoulder when it looked like they were going.  — Yes. We shall. Not that Kim was self-conscious, if anything he didn't care about his looks at all, buw when you are walking side by side with one strong, tall, good looking fella' around the campus, he'd instantly turn into the ugly one. And yes he was wearing glasses that made him look like a lab rat and his hair was having a bad hair hair, so excuse him for feeling a little bit uncomfortable. As they walked, Kim Chan kept his distance like that would make thing better.

— So... — He started, only to realize he didn't have anything to say. — Busy... Week?

[seongchan]

Im feeding myself my own finger.

[seongchan]

Im feeding myself vodka.

[seongchan]

Im feeding myself bananas.

[jcksnlngfrd]

The New Guy in Town || Kim & Nichkhun

"First day of a normal life. I better enjoy it all while I can." The well built male spoke quietly to himself. Luckily, his agency had helped set up arrangements, hence the stylish brand new 2014 red Dodge Dart he had acquired upon coming into the country. It was flashy but he couldn’t help admitting that he fell in love with the machine as soon as he laid eyes on it. With cars, he was willing to enjoy the luxuries of one such as this and in his favorite color to top it off. Leaning onto the now closed trunk, Khun eyed the couple of large rolling luggage bags he had hoisted out of it. There were still a few boxes which he put into the back seat but he’d come back for those later. Right now, he had the more pressing matter of finding his dorm.

‘Nakseon Hall - Room 501' The piece of paper in his hand had the printed words on their boldly, catching his attention to make double sure he had read it correctly before stuffing it into his front pocket. His large hands then taking up the handles of his bags to roll them along the pavement. Was it him or was this place large than it stated on its website? WAY larger… Almost intimidating if Khun wasn't used to facing such things on an average basis. But needless to say, his face displayed that of the look of a puppy lost in a foreign land, which is ironically what he pretty much was.

There were no signs over in this area to indicate where much was so he did the most sensible thing- Followed the paved concrete path splayed out along the decorated lawns, leading away from the student parking lot. His eyes searching out for someone to be around in hopes he could ask them where his destination was.

[seongchan]

Just his luck, the foreigner might thing, as there was this one person standing awkwardly in front of the building. By standing awkwardly you might wanna picture a guy wearing oversized everything leaning against the stoned walls of the housing smoking and furiously typing on his phone.

Damn auto-correct! Thank God he was not texting any of his supervisors, otherwise they would be very much surprised to read what the iPhone would auto-correct the word peanut to.

Of course, Kim Chan could be smoking with his head out of the window inside his own dorm but out of respect for the news that he's getting a new roommate, it just seemed like good courtesy not to stink up the room. He could not be properly educated on the art of using words to communicate, but he was damn well mannered in other... Manners. (Grammar was not hit strong point, so what?!)

Anyway.

It was not hard to spot a dude rolling suitcases. Huge ones. Was that his new roommate? Already? Ok it was not time to freak out. Who's freaking out? No one. Not him. He was just there, leaning against the wall, smoking like the suave person he most definitely liked to believe he was. His suave self, however, was just as bad as small talk as his normal self.

[seongchan]

[seongwilly]

Family Portrait (Willy & Kim Chan)

Willy would never get used to having a family in anywhere. His dad’s family in Australia lived in somewhere over the rainbow. The professor had visited them only twice in 35 years. The mother’s family was in Korea and he only knew a few of his related. Kim Chan was one of those and the one who Willy was always in touch even when he still lived in Australia.

Since the professor moved to Korea, no calls were made to anybody until he saw his cousin walking on the Campus and the result was a dinner or something like that. A man like him didn’t use to eat hamburgers and consider this as a meal – Willy could be quite old-fashioned sometimes.

“Hey, dongsaeng, are you already coming? Almost everything that you call food are done, I’m just waiting for you to cook the meat”. The long-haired man laughed after sending the text because he just sounded like his mom when all he wanted to eat was chocolate and candies. The difference between them, however, was: Willy would never forbid Chan to eat those things – his mom did.

[seongchan]

Two things happened, one of them was that Kim was really exited about havin a roommate (by excited his brain means freaking out) so on that day he was proceeding to tidying up the room. It would be a good idea do take his old Gaming magazines out of the spare bed, clean up a bit. The room was like a sea of paper and pieces of circuit boards all over the place. Not to mention empty instant noodle cups.

That was not going to be a good impression for the roommate dude.

Ok, few hours later and the room was somewhat acceptable. I mean, Kim couldn't simply make up some some magical space to throw all his shit in, but now at least only his side of the room was this crazy computer-geek-that-washes-his-hair-not-too-often hot mess. And oh yeah, the second thing that happened was that he totally one thousand percent forgot about the damn dinner with his Professor Cousin. Shiiiiiiit - he thought, glaring at the iPhone. Oh fuck now, he was sporting his better post cleaning up fashion, looking a little more crazy than what he usually did. A shower was in need! So that's why, maybe, he got to Willy's place a little too late. He could cook meat, tho! And an edible one, for that matter, despite his persistent noodle based diet.

— Sorry I was so late. — Kim said, mouth chewing on his proudly cooked meat dish. His hair was up in a ahjumma ponytail. — Just received a not telling about this roommate thin and I'm  kinda hyperventilating.

[seongchan]

Good night!

[seongchan]

@k1mch4n

(10m ago) Pretty sure I just ate a bug. 0,3 calories. #fitspo

[seongchan]

Kim Chan & Gao — ♚ What the eyes don't see...

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Godfrey had taken the day to set up in his office different reproductions of painters he never really found a connection to mostly from the renaissance era or nearly everyone from the Dutch painting school. He simply could not connect with them, find the same desire to study them as he did Degas, Renoir or Picasso. The latter there he could see the ideas, even Picassos cubism era spoke to him like a song did to a musician or a beat to a dancer - it spoke to him about the content. Now he was staring at a row of paintings he could appreciate for their idea, style, class, value and painter - no connection was still found between them and him. It seemed like a Error 404 moment where he understood that something was not right and lacked the right knowledge to know what to do right, even less care about it.

With a sigh Gao checked the door once more to see if there were any students for his open class day, knowing that usually students would pop up today to ask for her. His voice was filled with books and today even music, classical of course to keep his mind working and open for anything that may come it’s way. Seeing, thanks to the sunny day of their new spring, a shadow come closer the professor gave up on trying to bond and wait if someone would enter his room. Right now he was procrastinating and finding reasons not to focus on art work he had even seen in the original setting and heard the lectures about them. Always telling himself that there was a reason why he liked the 19th century art and the ideas behind it since a small bohemian lived in his heart, giving him the right tools to understand what he sees. Right now his back saw the paintings, probably the best view he could give to his trained backside, amusing himself with the idea of having eyes somewhere else than your body.

As his mind once more focused on the here and now, the idea of eyes on your arms and back being one he held in his head for future amusement, Godfrey found a student in his office. He looked as if he had just rolled out of a bed dumpster, but the iPad in his hand showed he could not be a poor one or a homeless person. Hearing the males voice a small amused smile crept on his lips, shaking his head slowly in denial as his hands folded themselves in front of his toned chest. "This is the art department and I am professor Gao," he explained, knowing the only computer in his office was his MacBook Pro which lent itself today as the device to play music. "But I can help you to find the right room."

[seongchan]

As the freaking bird died on the game, Kim stood by the door wondering several things. The first was if the Professor Gao of the Arts Department was the result of years or scientific experiences to create the perfect mixture of jaw porn and toned biceps, but that was out of topic. Sure, he also wondered why that fancy office didn't smell like cheese balls even tho he was pretty sure the computer lab was the only place in that whole campus that smelled like cheese balls.

Talking about things that he didn't know it getting in touch with things he didn't know were a dead on trigger to his anxiety. Specially in face of an oh so gentle helping offer - it would be no surprise if Kim started changing his hue/saturation to something a little more pale now that he fully realized he was so far away from his cheese scented comfort zone.

— Hm, sure I mean. But, you're probably busy. — Dude was a professor after all, and he was just a lost skinny bad dressed student. Better not freak out, said Kim's brain as his transparent glasses glided down his nose. Keep it cool, man. — With... Art stuff.

But well, he had to admit tho - fixing the specs back in place - that sounded way more stupid than he planned. That's probably why all communication should be limited to the small group of people Kim already new and were used to his un-smooth self.

[seongchan]

GoodMoMo(rning) everyone. I'm feeling the invisible forces of procrastination locking me in bed.

feat. ugly pijamas.

[seongchan]

Hi, welcome to the uni!

Oh uh... Thanks.

[1987studio]

[seongchan]

@k1mch4n

(1m ago) i think i developed the perfect method to eat n type. just wrapped my keyboard in plastic wrap. :) #science