#seongtomomi

[seongmelissa]

Private Lessons. || Mellisa and Tomomi

     Physics was a breeze. Circular motion came to her in as air did to her like air did to her lungs, though she still found challenges in it. Sometimes choke or hiccup or cough. Melissa loved it all the same. It was nice to have a class that left her head sizzling and stimulated. Wherever she felt most comfortable, she lingered and class had ended for a good few minutes before Melissa rose to her feet and turned to see the female smiling to her.

     Melissa smiled back. The other was obviously older, and she was also the President of the sorority she was pledging. "You're Tomomi, right," Melissa asked with a squint, point, and pucker. "I'm Melissa or Jiwon. Do you need Physics help or something?" she inquired from Tomomi.

[seongxjiwon]

`〈 unexpectedly friendly | jiwon & tomomi

Jiwon ran her slender finger along the spine of one of her favorite books before returning it to the shelf, finished contemplating whether she should borrow it and use it as her read for her literature class. It would have been an easy task if she decided to go with it but where would the fun and challenge be if she used something she had already used countless of times? As she wondered off to the back of the secluded area of the library, she began to think whether or not she should just use one of the Japanese books her professor Matsujun mentioned a long time ago or whether she should just stick to her comfort zone and go with a book she was well familiar with. Heaving a sigh, she decided that she should probably pay the Japanese section a visit, just to see if there were new books that arrived, like promised by the university.

As she turned around the aisle though, she was met by a familiar face: Itano Tomomi. Jiwon’s breathing hitched and she didn’t know whether she should make the run for it or not. Despite her technically being her senior, Jiwon was still the one older. However, Tomomi sure didn’t act like it because for some reason, she took quite the liking towards her. Shrieking lightly, she opted to pretend that she didn’t notice her, and she turned around, hoping the female didn’t spot her presence.

[seongtuan]

Underestimated | Mark ✮ Tomomi

"Damn.." Mark finally sat down after doing a couple of kicks for Self Defense class. He was sweating beads and wiped his sweat off the side of his shirt. It was almost time for another run through with the 'coach' as they called the teacher and Mark was doing fairly well. He wasn't great but either was he god-awful. He was average and believed that he would pass the test with flying colors. 

To his dismay, a friend had then plopped down next to Mark. It was then where he was informed that there was a girl in their self-defense that was crazy good. "She's so good that she could kick all of our asses. Like literally." His friend continued to rave about the mysterious girl, which made him scan the room. "She can't be that good." Mark began to doubt his friend since the other bluffed more than half of the time. "Dead serious. Want to challenge her?" Mark shook his head. Never had he challenged a woman and he wasn't planning to. "I don't want to hurt her." Instantly his friend scoffed and broke into laugher. "I'll go tell her that you want challenge her. Dude your ass is going to get kicked." The other male quickly ran off to look for the girl. Mark then got a bad feeling to the pit of his stomach. 

[seongxjiyong]

persuasion ! jiyong » tomomi

The only time when Jiyong was considered calm and happy was when he was dancing, which was probably the reason why he spend about 99% of his freetime in the dance studio, which apparently not a lot of people in the university were using. Even tho Jiyong loved to be in the studio where he trained with his friends and were he knew no one would ever watch him, it just happened to be much easier on a stressful day, to use the dance studio from the school. He didn't want to be seen by any of them, he didn't want to happen that one thought that he or she could simply enter the room and watch him, if he was doing that, then he wanted to do it alone. It was a way to let out all his anger and frustration, which build up over the day. It helped him a lot to find his place once again and to remember that he needed to be calm, to appear calm so no one could get to him.

It was about 10 pm when Jiyong settled down in the studio. Fearing that his new roommate would do anything to his beloved pup or even go to the headmaster because of it, Jiyong rather took Gaho and a pillow along. The pup would be sleeping anyways, Jiyong didn't even worry about that at all.

Slowly but gradually he started to move to the music, which he had put into the stereo equipment. It wasn't too loud so Gaho would bother with it and it wasn't too quiet so Jiyong couldn't easily let himself drown in the music. Far too easy Jiyong didn't notice anything around him anymore and only stopped when he felt that small burn in his muscles. He would have loved to continue but he knew he would regret it in the morning. Dancing to relieve anger was great, but at a point you just need to stop, you need to realize that for today at least, it had been enough.

Jiyong put the music down before he hurried over to his sleeping pup. With a smile he sat down beside it, before he lifted Gaho up to put him on his lap. The pup lifted his head to look at Jiyong with sleepy eyes and the young dancer just chuckled. Rather quietly he started to sing a lullaby for the pup to fall asleep again. Jiyong would be able to leave once Gaho fell asleep and the pillow was picked up. He really didn't want to risk the puppy to bark at something because he was scared.