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[hdchaeyeon]

make you say my name —

𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 written for 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞 ( @averyxhd ) ♡

Studio 6, 20:47.

The beat stutters through the speakers again, her cue clear (too clear) and yet her arm jerks a half-second late. Ugh. Again. Chaeyeon groans softly and rewinds the track on her phone, sweat sticking her oversized tee to her back as she throws herself back into the routine. Third time's the charm, right? Or… fifteenth. Who's counting.

She kicks, spins, and nearly slips on the polished floor. The move that was supposed to look snappy ends up looking like she's dodging a bug. She huffs, puffing her cheeks out and glaring at her reflection. She's sweaty, her ponytail's lopsided, and her confidence? Currently buried somewhere under the toe of her left sneaker.

And then, that feeling. That someone's watching me feeling.

She freezes mid-step, eyes darting up to the mirror. There's no one behind her in the reflection, but still, the hairs on her neck prickle. Slowly, she pivots toward the door, heart thudding. There he is. Tall, unfamiliar, with an expression somewhere between awkward and curious. Chaeyeon's heart skips. Or crashes. Or maybe both. "Oh," she blurts, voice way too high. "Um… hi?"

[hdsatosuzu]

it wasn't rare for suzu to have friends over. despite it all, it was a fairly out-going person and he made a nice group of core friends over the years. his aunt and uncle always saw the same faces but that had dwindled a bit over time. not because he had lost contact, it was just hard with training.

so it felt good to finally have a friend over after a while. it was also a bonus that it was a friend from training. "my aunt said she left us something to warm up if we get hungry." he said as he shut the door behind avery.

"though, i'm not here often. she still keeps my room for me so we can hang out there." there hardly a moment of silence from suzu as he led avery up the stairs and to his room, pointing out small family things all the while.

"it's been a while since i brought a friend over but make yourself comfortable. i should've done this while we were downstairs but i'll run and grab some snacks and drinks." he was off after that, returning a few moments later with goodies in his hands. "i grabbed a variety, so just pick whatever you want."

@averyxhd

[kenhd]

𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 —

written for 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞 ( @averyxhd ) ♡

kentaro can't sleep, the hall light seeping under the door like some ugly neon grin. he wonders if avery's already asleep or if he's lying there staring at the ceiling too, mind churning like his. their first night as roommates at hydra feels too heavy to breathe, the air thick with nerves and something else he can't name. he doesn't know much about the guy, they didn't have that 'roomie click'.

he drags himself out of bed, the floor cold under his feet, the smell of new sheets mixing with the faint, sharp tang of cheap deodorant and old sweat. he leans over the top bunk and whispers, voice hoarse and uncertain, "hey, you still up?"

his fingers drum restlessly against the bedframe, a soft beat in the dark. "weird night, you know? i don’t know. can't sleep." he pauses, half-expecting silence. "you good, avery?"

[hdriyan]

that's my attitude.

SIMPLE RUN-IN, OUTSIDE PRACTICE ROOMS ☆ W/ AVERY CHAE @averyxhd

riyan's in the hallway barefoot again, mesh top clinging like a bad idea, sweat still slick in the crease of his back from rehearsals that ran too long and got too personal. the building hums with recycled air and ambition, cameras nowhere but he's still lit like he’s being watched. he rounds the corner too fast and nearly smacks into avery—"god," he breathes out, chest rising, "you always pop up like a ghost with good cheekbones."

his mouth curls. he leans in just a little, like he's about to whisper something scandalous, but all he says is: "you ditch warmups or just fashionably late to everything? you missed it, though. coach was in rare form." he drags his fingers through his damp hair, flicks water behind him like it’s part of the act. "i nearly got scolded for existing too confidently."

[hdchaeyeon]

i touched the moon and it me touched back —

written for avery chae (@averyxhd) ♡

chaeyeon gets there first, which feels wrong. he'd been the one to suggest it, something about a new exhibit, "interstellar cartography" or something, but he's nowhere in sight. she's leaning against the museum's marble facade, iced latte sweating in one hand, phone in the other, pretending she's not scanning every passing face for that tall, perpetually-overthinking silhouette. the crowd here is half tourists, half art kids in thrifted blazers pretending they're not sweating through them. she fits somewhere in between. oversized sunglasses, tiny skirt, the kind of top that would get side-eyed in an academic setting but works as armor here.

when he finally appears, she doesn't wave. doesn't move. just watches him weave through people with that almost-awkward precision, looking like he's about to deliver a dissertation instead of meet her for a little field trip. not a date, no. "wow," she says when he's close enough, "i thought maybe you'd get abducted en route. tragic, mysterious, very on-brand."

she pushes off the wall, falling into step beside him without asking. "so," she continues, "are you planning to bore me with telescope talk, or are we going to skip straight to the part where i pretend to understand your universe metaphors?" inside, the air is cooler, quieter. she slips her sunglasses onto her head, glancing at him sideways as they pass the ticket counter. "hm?"

[hdchaeyeon]

kiss me like you mean it, battle me like you don't —

written for 𝐤𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞 (@averyxhd) ♡

chaéline d'amour is NOT (i repeat NOT!) the kind of girl who gets flustered after a battle. normally. but her cheeks are pink and her lip gloss is smudged (battle winds, not nerves, she swears), and she's trying very hard not to twirl a strand of hair around her finger like some ditzy luvdisc. she's lounging against the white stone fountain in the middle of the island's town square, pretending to look at her pokégear but mostly just replaying the moment he smiled, no, grinned, in that crooked way researchers do when they know too much about fossils and too little about flirting. it's unfair, honestly, how irresistibly awkward they are.

"i feel like you let me win," she mutters into her wrist, where valentino the jigglypuff hums a sleepy tune from inside his heart-shaped float. "or you're just bad at battling. but like... hot bad."

she kicks a pebble with the toe of her glittery boot and it skitters across the cobblestone. her sundress is still damp from the spray of his mudsdale's stomping tantrum and her perfume definitely wore off three turns into the fight. but he looked at her like she was legendary, and now she's spiraling. "ugh," she say, "i'm going back to the beach. if you follow me, that's not my fault.” she pushes off the fountain with the elegance of a pokéstar actress on her day off and flips her hair like a challenge. if he really is a researcher, he'll know a rare opportunity when he sees it. and if not?

[hdyeonseok]

unfinished structures. for @averyxhd 🌿

IT’S DARK OUT. evening trainings have long since officially been over, but yeonseok still stands at the center of a near-empty practice room, bone-weary and soaked through with sweat. he’s hardly two minutes into his next break when he’s suddenly called aside. “i want you to meet avery,” his dance instructor says, articulated in such a way that makes yeonseok feel as though he’s meant to derive some sort of meaning from the name: wonder? or admiration, maybe; he isn’t sure. he listens wordlessly as he’s offered a brief account on what it means to be accompanied by a ‘qualified trainee’. “you should take advantage of his expertise while he still has time,” is the suggestion. “get familiar with him. ask questions. think of ways he can help.” yeonseok nods along absently, and his instructor exits the room, before long. it’s intended to give both trainees a space to get better acquainted, but yeonseok feels like he knows a lot about avery’s capabilities and nothing else about him. the introduction has already felt disproportionate, in a way. insubstantial and unbalanced.

“…. you don’t have to babysit me. alright?” yeonseok begins, after a beat. one corner of his mouth is lifted into a lopsided smile. “i don’t mind figuring things out on my own, and i don’t wanna waste your time— ‘s getting late, isn’t it.” he fishes his phone from his pockets to confirm. it’s well past dinnertime, in fact. is finding something to eat even worth the trouble, at this hour? yeonseok frowns, before flicking his gaze up to regard his companion again. “.... did you eat already?”

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