#bau!starter

[kwanjune]

open!

the door opened, but june didn’t even notice at first. the dancer’s swift movements continued, almost as if they were in a trance, and if not for the mirrors in the practice room, they would’ve kept on dancing. as if they had noticed something feeling off, june suddenly stopped, not really paying any attention to who had entered, focusing more on being caught and interrupted. they weren’t mad, just a little surprised - though it sounded more as if they were almost annoyed by being barged in on. june didn’t mind having people watch them dance (actually, they loved that), just wanted people to knock first.

“did you need something?” their words were quiet, almost cold with a glance that looked a little intimidating, but the words themselves were neutral. walking to turn off the music, they ignored the other person to grab their water bottle before looking up.

[rhjuyn]

if you had asked him, juyeon would definitely argue he wasn’t that much of a pianist himself, that he only ( was forced to take ) took piano lessons growing up per request from his parents. despite his original negative intake on said instrument, he observes his fingers itching to glide on the keyboard, singing a sweet melody to ease away his tension and sorrows. rough day, he’d say, don’t worry about it; to whoever asked why he wasn’t his usual smiley self today. he knows himself, unable to put an act when he’s feeling down to save his life, the realization only dimming him furthermore. to which is why he finds himself sat ontop of a piano bench on some part of campus he ventured into, fingers smoothly sliding across the keys in tune of beethoven’s moonlight sonata, his eyes closing as he’s been practicing the piece enough times for his digits to remember exactly what key to land on, body slightly swaying along with the sweet melody. in midst of the calming tune filling the room and his concentration on pulling through the song, he still manages to catch a figure sliding into the room, back pressed against the wall; savouring the soothing sounds, he presumes. juyeon ends the melody on a soft beat, shoulders easing as he greets out, “enjoy the show, did you?”, before turning to face the intruder, his usual smile painted across his face.

[rheemvna-blog]

“ EXCUSE the mess, I’ve been too busy to clean !! ” embarrassed eyes dart across her dorm floor. today there’s paper everywhere, a stark contrast to her usual tidiness. her sketches are messy and rushed, haphazard X’s across the ones she liked the least. a soft laugh leaves her, a happy crinkle of her eyes. “ i can’t come up with the concept i want for this project and i’m itching to figure it out. ”

[watercolvrs]

               TIRED EYES STARED at the canvas in front of him, the sound of the heavy rain hitting on his windows making it all the more easy for him to slip into a distant train of thought, far away from his physical being. his body idly shivered at the unusual cold that had settled inside the dorms and a hand absentmindedly reached up to rub at one of his arms in an attempt to warm up the skin there, his eyes slowly focusing back into reality as a knocking sound began to come into being within his dreamy world. looking up after a few a long minute, connor’s eyes drifted to the clock on the wall before looking to the door, wondering who in the world would be knocking on his door at the moment.  setting the paintbrush that had been lingering between his fingers back down onto the rim of the easel, he shuffled his way towards the door. surprise flitted across his face at the sight of the other and without a word, he stepped back and quickly motioned them inside, the dorm quiet with the absence of his room mate for the weekend.  ❛ so, whats brought you here so late at night? locked out of your room? boredom? ❜

[svngmii]

              —— ❛  i think i broke it. its on the floor and i’m too scared                           to pick it up and look because there’s no way i’m                           going to have the money to replace it. maybe if I                           just leave it there, i can ignore the problem forever… ❜ 

she murmurs, fingers curls and uncurling around the strap that cut across the front of her chest, the messenger bag she used to carry out school work momentarily forgotten about. it wasn’t like she just ran away, running into people and things, she just seemed to always be in the bad habit of being in the right place at the wrong time, her day dreaming often keeping her slightly farther away from reality than she should be. which led to little things like this; knocking things over might have even been considered her specialty at this point.  her body turns slightly, as if suddenly remembering that she’d been with a companion this whole time, knowing full well that she would never hear the end of it for any friend, really.  

               ——  ❛ you pick it up. maybe my bad luck won’t happen if                           someone else picks it back up!  ❜ 

[rheemvna-blog]

HOW many hours did mi na sleep last night ?? three, max ?? where gentle eyes should have lazy lids, mi na had them open wide. it was excitement !! she hadn’t been to a festival in ages, and the carnival food was calling her name.

“ please, i’m begging you. food first ?? ”

[taejvn]

               —— ❛ okay, so… i only learned a little bit of japanese                          in school, but i’m at least ninety nine percent sure                          that that guy just cursed your rice to always be                          over cooked. ❜

              blinking a few times as he looked between the old man shuffling away and the other student, he found himself slowly grinning, amused at the entire situation. going off campus was always a bit of an adventure considering how enclosed and independent the school was. most everything people needed existed on the grounds and technically, they didn’t need to go off much, but taejun was never much for staying in one place.

              the coffee shop had been a good place to start the day of wandering he’d intending on doing. he wasn’t ashamed of his love of overly sugary coffee related drinks; they just didn’t make them well enough in any of the places on campus and he needed his fix sometimes. it had been lovely to see another familiar face when he had stepped out the door, drink in hand. though what he had walked into had made it all the worth while to stick around.

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