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[The Dancer - Jeonjin University, Freshman (19)] _________________________

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[chanyeol-jju]

Royal Rumble || Chanyeol & Sulli

[chanyeol-jju]

It wasn’t usual for Park Chanyeol, being a social butterfly, to come back to the earlier freshman because it was a little obvious that she was a newbie. The reason for him being in the Swim Team was because he loved the water and it wasn’t for the females in their team, he was glad that the male wasn’t a pervert. He respects the other gender until the end.

Snapping back to reality, Chanyeol took notice about the non-talking petite female, he finally decided to ask her to race and her name too. Besides, more friends for him~

Wiggling his legs slightly, (a minor problem was starting to occur to him again) which is something he should as the coach. Wasn’t their swimsuits wedgie-proof? If it is, then someone wants to sabotage the sophomore, maybe his was too small or his butt is too big. The third choice was impossible for a guy like him. 

Back to the situation in hand, the male was sure that the female would say no since he stood there for the past few minutes without exactly doing anything and still daydreaming, making him seem like he was ogling her, which was false. Automatically plastering the smile in his face, mustering up courage although it wasn’t needed- And found his voice to call out the other.

"Hey newbie~! How about a race~?", he scratched his head almost awkwardly. "With me, of course~"

[sulli-jju]

For the one whose was clearly not a student for a long time enough to notice the outgoing boy, it was definitely a surprise for the female - so there was actually someone whose willing to ask her for a race, at the least beyond the current teacher's errand. Her vision caught the aforementioned male's hand that bashfully messed his own hair strands, and even the probably the freshman with her insufficient number of body language knowledge knew the unknown male had almost obvious debate of mind to ask her instead another member of the sport team.

Still at the end, Sulli managed to let out a swift, "Why not?" from her mouth in order to claim the offer. She was quiet sure to challenging herself with the choice, and since the male look strangely friendly enough to her to interact in, she wouldn't mind to take a round or two with the probably older college attender.

At no time, the two had walked along the pool's edge towards the start line, which on their fortunate was unoccupied except another petite framed girl whose already dived herself to last the meters long track. There was a silence emitted on the air around them, as the only things proceeded on the brunette's hearing were the chattering also water splashing by their friends.

When her side glance flashed a picture of the certain male beside her was waving his greeting - well, pretty vigorously - directed to a group of passing girl, showed the truth that it was plain conspicuous; the taller muse have been leastwise a popular member on their group. Therefore, this bizarre curious sense gushed on her mind, as the girl questioned herself either to start a conversation with the social guy or to just - without any initial converse - start their race to begin.

[sulli-jju]

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[juniel-jju]

070713 Sulli & Junhee [Inadvertent Interchange]

[juniel-jju]

Well, if things had turned sour in the next few moments, it would most definitely be Choi Junhee’s fault. Of course, it would be an action carried out without the intent of making matters unpleasant or complicated, but the brunette, after all, was one inclined to impulsiveness at arbitrary times. It almost appeared as though the words that articulated from the back of her very own mind was the spark to unnecessary confusion and doubt — perhaps even a combination of many other conflicting emotions. While the twenty year old held out that particular pair of shoes, it was actually unnerving that the other was skeptical about her. The older of the two was absolutely aware that being somewhat stalked for some footwear in the dead of the night isn’t exactly the most welcoming, but surely it was obvious that it had no sick purpose of harming her. So why, oh why, did Choi Sulli frame such an expression upon her pale countenance?

Over and over again, the frosh did wonder if she had inflicted that much guilt and fear in the dancer’s heart. And maybe she did too, after all, for being quite the creep; a particular trait that grew from the inside due to past circumstances that were irreversible. For once, her quick wit and slight mischief might have been a phrase too much, causing the younger to feel horribly oppressed or something. It was equally terrible of a feeling for the female student as well. She considered the idea of switching off the torchlight, but the freshman figured that it would only emphasized the other’s uncertainty about her. Junhee was so tempted to sigh at it all, albeit being one with a considerable amount of patience and understanding. Her mind wanted to declare that she was no messenger of evil, of being the advocate belonging to any devil and yet she refrained from doing so.

For all she knew and didn’t know, a certain revenant of hers might be a manifestation belonging to those qualifications. So she couldn’t say such things. Not while she was aware of the other’s subtle presence like gleaming eyes that appeared in the long shadows of nightfall. Not now when being associated as a liar would be the last thing she ever wanted, be it proven or not. But one could never deny the admirable ability and mien in which the brunette executed mentally to whisk him away in the unswept corners of her mind.

Perhaps finally realizing a possibility, the frosh’s eyes actually widened a little for a second or two, wondering if the other was aware of the meaning behind the phrase. Her voice, it nearly surfaced on the night’s cold air when she heard a response. Though it might have seemed mean, Junhee had to admit that the dancer’s expression was entertaining. The way she held the said shoes with those scarce words of Latin — the perfect picture of youth, really. Sulli’s words, although spoken with an edge of sleepiness, held the essence of gratitude within. So the twenty year old sincerely laughed, but not unkindly with a fleering look of that sort. “Alright, no more bits of Latin tonight,” she asserted as she gently took her original pair of shoes, leaving the other’s beside her feet. “You’re welcome, by the way.” Most nimbly, the frosh wore her sneakers easily and proceeded to hold the torchlight once more. The brunette blinked only once as she watched the young dancer with a dose of innocent curiousity.

The night had unexpected dragged on to a time she had not anticipated, and so even the stars appeared to be feeling lethargic for them. The twinkling of the celestial figures seemed to be done so tardily. Finally, the twenty year old spoke once more. And maybe, just maybe, it would be the last words of tonight; of a meeting that need not happen if only one was a little quicker or slower. “Since all of that was settled already,” chuckled Junhee quietly. “The both of us should make our way back to our respective rooms. It’s late.” A pause; a decision made. Her chocolate eyes flickered towards the other’s. “Goodnight,” she promptly uttered, and walked up the stairs that would lead her towards the fifth floor.

[sulli-jju]

The outcome - well, the surprised Choi Sulli had not expected it before  the syllables rolled out from her mouth. She must admit the spoken words came as peculiar on her hearing, at the same time made some awake parts of herself a tad fascinated that the certain girl had succeed to smoothly produced the string of alphabet - though she hadn't even barely using the word for nearly a year at the moment.

The glint of relief took over the distinct girl's eyes enough to be seen by the another freshman,following by an unknown sense of ease finally streamed down her system, washing the imperceptible tense lurked around them before. Perhaps, this time the brunette's light laughter seemed to be purely genuine since the way she quoted the next sentence in the air was simply comprised by much friendliness. That friendliness - well, it might or might not be Sulli's own hallucination since those kind of strings couldn't be announced easily throughout barely spending hours of inactive conversation.

The taller girl did stealthily concede that when the same girl without any intent took the footwear belong to the frequently mentioned brunette of all the other same designed footwear's proprietor, must be one of many impacts from her uncommon fortunate on that night. Judging by the manner of how the other freshman spoke and calmly reprimanded the younger student regarding their swapped sneakers, plus the way she acted when they forced to encounter the increased murkiness produced by the innocent automatic electricity, it became true that comparing the person to the quieter girl is like trying to compare apples and oranges. Even the girl herself believed that, in case she happened be the one whose on the still unknown female's shoes, Sulli wouldn't reconsider to not being her usual blunt character - probably without any further thought harshly accusing the white-handed brunette from accidentally taking the former's shoes - so it took her by astonishment that there was actually a human who would faced the event ever so calmly, doing perhaps the most abandoned way on her notion.

Thus she found it less rigid on that circumstance of theirs - before there were these imaginary chains those restrained her brawn to do their usual custom. That time, the dance major finally could think that the occurred incident would end up being on her laughable past, as the things were nearly appropriated enough to be called normal now.

It was swift enough to her sight to didn't notice when the freshman slipped on her original sneaker one after another - then picked up the light's temporary origin once again. Out of the blue, Sulli had an unknown urge pulled her to gently kick the side of her clothed right foot - and she did find her fancied white footwear on her touch. So the female smiled for the second time on that darkened state, yet this term the student managed to curled one which heartily sculpted.

Precisely, Sulli heard the female stood in front of her said the word "Goodnight," from her pink lips, and proceeded to climb up the staircase, brought with her the glow of yellowish light with her; which gradually, dissolved from its help to the nineteen's pupils' ability to see, left her in somewhat dazed state. Then few minute in confused silence passed, whilst at the end the dancer allowed her own chuckled to escape from her mouth and to the freshman's ears.

Her fingers casually reached for her phone on the black jeans' pocket, at no time pressed the certain button for a good thirty seconds on her mobile's touch screen, in order to emitted a ray from the device. Sulli bowed a little, and the second when her tip of toe osculated her sneakers, the girl quickly wore her shoes.

Why didn't I turn on my flashlight earlier?

Pursed her lips, she shook her head while tried to stifle another chuckle came out from her windpipe. The female then directed her gaze onto the sky - soon acknowledge the stars had become vivid, different from the few hours prior to her effort made as of trying absconded herself from the renovation party. 

Ah right, who is her name again?

Wondering if the stranger had mentioned her name or not, and unfortunately she couldn't bear in her mind one of the option, probably due her sudden drowsiness. So because the sleepiness of her had been strangely decreased to none at the erroneous time, Sulli had this little feeling of frustrated.

Maybe, next time, when the time once again drew unfathomable scene for them to see each other anew next occasion, the young dancer wouldn't think twice to merely knowing her name.

[sulli-jju]

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[sulli-jju]

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[jju-jongin]

Masque ✜ Sulli & Jongin

Dance had always been something Jongin relied on to be something of a stability for him. It enabled him to be able to use some kind of energy and focus on something besides himself for a while, which was rare and almost irritating how his entire mental illness made him so incredibly selfish. In another bout of insomnia, he groaned as he lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for the past few hours. He’d tried, he was so tired and he yearned to have the pleasant slumber of forgetting for a few hours, but it didn’t seem to come.

So with a groan he eventually rose from the bed, knowing that he wasn’t going to sleep that night. Perhaps after he had thoroughly exhausted himself. While he normally would have simply stayed in his room and danced to burn off the energy, there was the new roommate to account for and he didn’t particularly want to annoy them before they’d even really spoken. So he simply slipped his phone and keys into his pocket and slipped out of the dorm to go to the dance studio.

He didn’t know what time it was exactly, but he knew it was rather late, so he didn’t expect anyone else to be around. Most were asleep, as he envied so greatly, wishing he could be one of the lucky ones. But then again, he reminded himself that he should think of it as an excuse for extra practice and that was always needed, perfection could never be enough.

When he reached the area, however, a frown quickly took over his face at the sound of music being played. He hadn’t accounted for anyone else being around, and hadn’t thought about what he would do if they were. But here he was, and as he gravitated toward the sound of the music playing, a  part of him wondered why he didn’t simply leave to go somewhere else, but he didn’t find an answer even for himself.

[sulli-jju]

Another sleepless night - well it wasn't the first time for the female to escape her dormitory scope on this week, to be precise when the digital watch attached on her wrist already showed digits that almost reached 24. It was either the latter couldn't sleep or she merely decided to take a tad of thrill from escaping the campus' guards, but she was quiet sure of her body had been really eager to move along even the simplest rhythm she could dance for.

The time she twisted the door's handle, slipped herself to the glass walled room until the dance major could lay her white bag on a certain side of the place, a single thud produced from the now neglected thing succeed to make itself audible to her hearing. Then there she was; exactly stood in the center of the serene room and saw herself exactly alone accompanied by the moon light which seeped through the rectangular shaped ventilation window on the studio - which almost immediately flickered on her face making a contrast sourced from the only source of light blended with the darkened studio, thus ghostly turning the girl skin into a paler tint of shade.

So, the moment when the young female had turned the speaker on, it took practically no time before the various strings of beat and melodies boomed via the device. Nevertheless, she didn't even strain any of her muscle to switch the light on, as the exhilarating feelings finally took over her body to move and become harmonious with the music. The collision's sounds from her feet to the wooden floor being echoed along the tune's beat over the spacious studio, eventually turning it into the same kind of ecstasy the dancer know one of reasons making herself addicted to the late-night activity.

Several simple and complicated movement have done swiftly over the past minutes, though the moving rhythm of the song succeed to convey her build to spin around once - probably her sight shouldn't be too scrupulous so that she wouldn't have to halt her motion a little as her brain managed to process the clouded picture. Still, it wasn't even being proved that her eyes didn't make a hallucination of a person, so the girl quickly decided to ignore it and continue her non-audience solo performance. And, even if there was really a human right there - the optimistic side of Seolri thought - wouldn't it counted as the audience simulator for her?

Five minutes roughly flew by, and the rattled melody finally stopped, giving her a chance to sucked some oxygen she lacked while her routine being done - yet the brunette's mind now being occupied by things. One - of her next choice of music, then the two that didn't usually popped out during the female practice - what was that person doing here? The curious student had re-checked it by turning around on her choreography few enough to attest the fact that there was exactly a living, breathing, creature that eyed every single move she produced. Despite being late at night, people normally came by barely to check if either the room is being used or watching her skills for a moment, but never until the second song on her list being completed off.

Perhaps, sometimes a dancer a dancer need to impress even the stranger that simply - and silently - observing them through an unassertive window.

Suddenly, a chuckle was fast to escape her lips, exactly before the excited dancer turned around - now exactly faced the particular casement  which existent to be the only barrier for the two tramontanes to form an eye contact. All were happened fast enough just like when she first entered the spot at eleven on that night, the student's finger fidgeted with the remote, gaze fixated on the big mirror beside the often mentioned frame of glass, and the new intro of a moreover hard-beat song filled the specific room.

Then, all she had to do were poured all her energy left into the music - at the same time introducing her flair to the other, hoping  a bit the unknown stranger would let her movement remembered for tomorrow, at the least.

[sulli-jju]

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[sulli-jju]

online.

[sulli-jju]

Omo (/he lets out a rather sheepish laugh as he cosmoses himself once more) Sorry (/he pauses for a moment, dismissing your becoming appearance) I'm Lee Changsun and I believe I am your new dance teacher. Please feel free to ask for whatever you may need.

/blinks at the boy/ Ah, so we got a new dance teacher. Nice to meet you then, the name is Choi Sulli.

[sulli-jju]

*casually lifts you up*

*struggles to get down, panicking in process*

[sulli-jju]

ooc.

idk but why so silent nowadays..

[sulli-jju]

*pats your head* I know~ That's why I made something so it wouldn't do that~ Never ever again~

*slightly confused* wouldn't be.. rotten?

[sulli-jju]

*shakes head* Nooo~ It's a banana~ *grins*

*frowns* Banana as in fruit? It'll be rotten if you keep it as a pet :(