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phone booth (fck me up)

phone booth: my character calls your character

The sound of glasses clinking paired well with the bright lights in the background. Soft music played in the background, and the atmosphere was buzzing with happiness. Min had been invited to dinner by one of his old bandmates, a guy that spent most of his time making brownies with interesting ingredients back in the day, but now he stood with his hair freshly cut, and a wide grin spread across his lips as he beamed at all the people surrounding him. He looked happy. It had been a few years since Min had started working at Sunhwa, and to the surprise of everyone he knew at that party, he was still working there. “I’m thankful for many things,” his friend called out, over the murmurs of individual conversations, “I’m mostly thankful for my beautiful husband-to-be.” This met with a chorus of ‘aw’s’ before the speaker continued, his groom blushing at his side. “I’m also thankful that I am alive and well to witness Kang Min holding down a job, and not just any job, but a job teaching kids for five years. It’s truly a miracle.” The guests eyed Min knowingly, laughs erupting from the ones that knew Min well enough to know that the spoken words were truly something that statistically was extremely rare. Min grinned along, the buzz of joy he was feeling mellowing him out. The night went on and more laughs were shared, Min contently enjoying being with the people at the party. He felt at home here, in Korea, finally. His phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his conversation with the sister of the other groom. He excused himself, glass of champagne in hand, to answer it. Stepping to an empty corner of the rooftop area, he ending up answering the call despite not recognizing the number. “어디야?” the voice called. She sounded so small, despite being older now. It had been a while since they had last seen each other, even Paris now, being a somewhat distant memory. She didn’t have to tell him where she was, he knew she was probably standing at his door, waiting for him. “Wait there,” he said, “I’m coming, 보라야.” 

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swiper no swiping

Why is the study hall always so dusty? Ten silently complains the second he enters the academy’s underrated study room. He figures tumbleweeds rolling through the hall would complete the scene, but he quickly dismisses his thoughts with his assumption that most people do not like to study, except for a wide-eye lanky kid who Ten figures is half-way to sleep-- and that he’s being very judgmental right now.

He passes through a few metal panels that describes the place, but Ten doesn’t really care to remember. Don’t get him wrong, he isn’t studying too hard because it’s his hobby. 

Text to Shin Bora: 1 + 1 = ?

his thin lips quirk up into a satisfied grin as he settles his book and laptop on the table. 

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— monday blues / min&bora

The morning after Cinderella went to the ball, she must have felt some amazing kind of way. That’s the way Min felt the morning after that strange, wonderful day. The scribble on his hand indicated that the past night had most definitely real. His chest felt warm and fuzzy all throughout the morning, through his shower and his morning routine. It was possibly the first time he was going to school smiling. Latte in hand, sweet and caramely, just how he liked it, his phone was in his other hand, typing out a text to the number he had made sure twice was correctly in his phone before knocking out last night.

_그냥 Bora: good morning, ma chérie

Grinning to himself as he entered the halls of Sunhwa, a look that would have been the perfect disguise as Min rarely had anything on his face in the morning other than BB cream and a scowl, he checked his phone again and again, awaiting a reply. Bora didn't seem like the type of person to take morning classes, so he supposed she would rise whenever her heart desired and see his message. His boyish grin gave away the hope he held that it's brighten her day. He felt simultaneously disgusted with himself as he realized he was practically the same kind of yuck that he mentally made fun of, yet the infectious happiness in him was spreading rapidly.

That was until he laid eyes on her. Was it her? His eyes were surely playing tricks on him, or he was really smitten and was now seeing her in everyone. No... His eyes narrowed as they zoned in on the student walking down the hall towards him, his mouth forming a confused frown. It was all going to shit.

It was her. Hair that had made him want to brush it out of her eyes in a sickly sweet way last night was now tied in two kiddish pigtails. Platform shoes having granted a smaller height difference to them last night only made the disparate space between them more stark now. He suddenly felt sick, for several reasons. Firstly, how could he have been so stupid? Okay, well, he was an idiot, so he knew the answer to that one. His heart, which had been melting just a few minutes ago was now solid ice in his chest. Somewhere in all that, he felt scared as he remembered what had happened the night before. As innocent enough as it was, he knew that it shouldn't have happened now. Making long strides towards her, he stopped in front of her; his appearance a little more foreboding than his casual wear yesterday. "What game are you playing?" he asked, his tone lacking any of the warmth it had towards her the previous night.

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_jailbait (DO NOT DRUNK TEXT): your eys are more beatiful than any stars in hte whole galxy

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— sunday, funday / min&bora

This was the first time Min had really been out since he had began working at Sunhwa. Teaching was a tad bit overwhelming, as you had to deal with children every day. He was surprisingly happy to see teenagers out and about in public when they weren’t his responsibility. Another good thing about not being in school meant he could dress down. Unbothered by his jeans and canvas sneakers, the sleeves of his army jacket rolled, the neckline of his soft t-shirt unacceptable for school, his beanie on his head; this was bliss. This is why people made such a big deal over Sunday’s. Sunday’s were fun days.  That was why he was roaming around a record shop, his fingers gliding over the CD’s arranged carefully in the rack. This was homey, chill music playing in the background as he did his thing. This felt just like the old days, where his only job was feeling the music, not grading it. A flash of color caught his eye, something familiar. HI-LITE had put out plenty of music back in the day, but nothing major as there was no record deal to surge it into the market. And Min didn’t want to think about what had stopped the record deal.  As his hand reached for the HI-LITE CD, it just so happened that another hand was reaching for the same CD. Great taste in music, this other person had, but they also had tough luck as Min was intent on buying the CD himself.