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[profandrewbarrett]

PM: Professor Barrett.

[PM] Beautiful boy?

[profandrewbarrett]

[PM] The latest season of Doctor Who is on Netflix. Marathon?

[PM] We may have to watch it later, but definitely! I’ll make sure we have all the tea we could possibly need for this. 

[kmveon]

" But it hurts.. so bad. ” The male had just finished telling the other about what had happened the previous day. Again, he was left alone- something he had expected but either way, it still tore him apart. Tears brimmed along his waterline and he tried his best to at least blink these fresh ones away but they’d already fallen, creating slick streaks along his cheeks as gravity did its work in pulling them down his face. ” Why does it o-only happen to me? “

Things doesn't always end up the way they want it to be--he had to learn that the hard way and with the way he had to sacrifice the people whom he loves the most to have his future today is something that Suho would casually regret and be happy about, it's all about acceptance, he thinks as he brings a hand over to latter's cheek to wipe his tears away. "You have a pretty face, it wouldn't be good to stain it with tears."

[kmveon]

Luhan’s figure stiffened at the statement and he looked down, his ears pressed flat against his head in slight distress. Had it always been so easy to tell he was unhappy? Plenty of people had come and gone and maybe now it was getting to him, really getting to him. He pursed his lips as it crossed his mind, his tail safely curling around his slim waist, and it just felt really unfair, but there was nothing he could do. So, with an attempt at the he’s used to wearing, his gaze rose to the male’s face and his golden orbs crinkle at the corners. “I’ll try..”

He already lived too long, probably too long for him to know the flaws of different kinds of people that is around his reach--not that he tries to boast himself or raise his ego but he's always an observant person, he would never try and deny the fact that he likes collecting data, from the smallest things, to the biggest ones, which is why he knew, even just by checking at the latter's eyes that he was a little weary about something that happened and all he could do at a stranger like him is to try and make him feel as if he's not alone. "If you need someone to talk to, I can lend my ears."

[kmveon]

A laugh instantly left Suzy’s lips as she heard those words, feeling kind of embarrassed about the whole situation— she turned her head towards the male, her hand going over to cover half of her mouth while a smile curves onto her pink lips. Somehow she managed to turn on the stove. Accidentally. Suzy was know blinking over at the other, who was obviously laughing at her. Sighs and laughter filled the room before Suzy spoke again. Causing his laughter to overrule hers.

"Do.. you know how to— cook… or something?"

Of course he does, the question doesn't even matter because when he was still studying, there's that distinct class that teaches them how to cook, even just the basic ones--Suho didn't know how he managed to see her, maybe he was passing by the street of her house and peered over when he sees the sullen expression on her face, which is why he's standing there, near the window with a small, teasing grin on his lips.

"Would you like me to cook for you instead, m'lady?"

[kmveon]

The clueless man hectic with his laptop on his lap flinches from the warm spot of his male friend’s house when it suddenly hops from behind him and spoke close to his ear. Not only that Kiyong’s ear are his sensitive’s spots, the other’s commentary has poke him in surprise as well.  "Holy crap!" He yelped as he jumps from the couch and far from the silly man, eyes all wide and mouth gasp open as he embrace his small laptop. "Why did you— you scared me!" He added as he takes a few more steps away from him, a hand covering his red ear. "Ya! Why are you even looking! That’s invasion of privacy, really. Do you want me to look at your browser history huh? huh? huh?" rolls of words triggered by so many emotions run from the male’s pair of lips, widen in ever retort. "Don’t tell me you don’t watch porn — and of all people, you know better that pizza is life!"

Times like those with his friend were always too playful, this is what he liked about Kiyong, they never really met properly, only letting the flow of their lifetyle compel with each other. It started off with pizza, and then it suddenly escalated to friendship, to something like of brothers. "You're adorable, I never thought you'd be flustered about what you did." He states, flicking the latter's nose before walking closer to place the box of pizza that he ordered prior to the latter's appearance in his home.

"You're in my house, you're invading my property and privacy--whose offence is worse?" Suho curls his lips to a teasing grin, tongue slipping out from his lips to lick the expanse of his pair, running his fingers through his hair and plopping himself next to his friend, sending him a playful with and a small chuckle.

He's taken aback by the last statement, sure, he could accept that pizza is their life, without the said food, they wouldn't be what they are that moment if it wasn't for it, yet the porn side--he isn't too sure about. "I--honestly? I don't. I mean, I don't see the point of watching it."

[kmveon]

Regardless she figured it best to assure him that she had no intentions of harming the male, quite the opposite actually. “I won’t hurt you any further. I just want to help. If it were the other way around you’d want to help too right? It’s just common decency. I promise if you let me help you, I won’t bother you anymore. Please?” It was uncharacteristic for Ji Hyun to actually beg someone to do something for her, come to think of it, it was uncharacteristic of her to ask for anyone to do anything for her in the first place. However, this situation called for it; she couldn’t physically force him to seek out help after all. He was another human being, not an object.

When that didn’t work she used the next method as a last resort- appealing to the man’s want to be polite. Or, a trait she assumed he had. Whether it’d work or not depending on whether or not he cared that she’d perceive him as rude. “You know, it’s really rude to ignore people,” she stated with a firm nod before tugging on his wrist once more. “If you don’t come, I’m just going to stay here and hassle you and then we both might be in danger,” she moved herself until she was in his line of vision then, her gaze meeting his own, “if you don’t believe me, try me,” she concluded. It was true, the female was stubborn and most of the time it was to her detriment but maybe, just maybe it might actually pay off right now.

Delusional? Did she just called him delusional? As far as he knows, he's too far from that, Suho may be weird in a sense but he holds that something that some other people don't--intelligence, and he's not even speaking just because his ego is too high but he's speaking of the truth. Nonetheless, he licks his lips with a small smile creeping across his lips; he thinks she's utterly adorable with her concerned expression and her gentle gestures as if he's a fragile boy who always need to be nourished with love, affection and care; he doesn't even know where to start but it's quite funny to bear in his mind.

He adjusts the roses in hand, prodding the frame of his glasses to push against the bridge of his nose because he's basically looking at her blurred face and he can't seem to find that right angle of her face that he wants to see--not that he's trying to hit on her or anything in particular, he's just curious, on who this little girl who seem to be concerned with his being instead of her own.

Suho's quite puzzled, in all honestly he has never met someone who could possibly be too aggressive for their own good, especially not a woman who suddenly takes a stranger's wrist to hers as she urges him to follow her as she states something about Suho couldn't even muster about. He heaves off a sigh, knowing that he can't even say no, how could he? When she's all too fierce and somewhat dragging him along the way as she kept her pace as shallow and stern even before he could possibly pull away. So Suho stays in his pace, holding the bouquet in his arms as he follows her lead, shrugging his shoulders as sullenly as possible.

"Nothing's easy in this world, little girl, everyone knows that." His voice is a little taunting, not that he means any harm but he knows the world probably more than her parents, grandparents and more of those ancestors that lived with him through the years of his existence. He's not even basically there, at that moment--he's supposed to be hiding inside his mansion because there are people who are ought to get him but what is a King without stubbornness and without a playful side with them? "Oh come on, you and I both know I'm stronger than you think I am." He rolls his eyes playfully, heaving off a silent sigh by the sudden assertiveness of her voice which he find somewhat endearing for a woman in her age, with an adorable face that seem to resemble a child. "I'm not ignoring you, I'm critically thinking. You're one hard headed girl who seem to want to get whatever she wants, but too bad--I ain't like those people who will give in that easily."

[kmveon]

Shaking his head furiously, Baekhyun’s hands were pressed up against the sides of his head as his episode continued. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” His breathing was becoming uneven and his eyes had shut tightly, “I’m tired of listening. I can’t take this anymore. I just want silence… I just want it to end.”

Opening his eyes back up, he looked at the other male. Baekhyun could sense that this man wasn’t human and so he didn’t care but to spew what was honestly causing this. His voice lowered as he spoke, “It’s like I’m under a curse. Being haunted by voices of the dead on a constant.. It’s too much.”

It's his first time experiencing--no, seeing someone convulse in front of him. He doesn't even know if convulse ins the right term of what was happening with the latter. Of course he's worried, because it doesn't seem to be right. The latter looked like he's haunted by things unknown and Suho, like how he is, wants to help him, in any way possible. He could sense it too, the way he could be sensed that he isn't like him yet he doesn't care that moment, all he wants to do is to envelop the latter in to a state of safety and be assured that everything will be alright. He steps closer, carefully, with a hand reaching up to press the pad of his palm over the latter's face--he doesn't know him, nor the other knows him as well yet it didn't matter because that moment was theirs and Suho knows too well that in order to make him feel safe is the moment that he needs to be recognized as a person who could be trusted.

"I'm here, you don't need to face it alone." He says, his tone is as gentle as his gestures, fingers caressing his cheeks before tugging him over to wrap his arms around the latter's small frame. "It'll be alright, I promise. I'll help you, as much as I can. I will help you."