#taetitheo

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[] - hj❤

YOUR MUSE WALKS IN ON MINE WHILE THEY’RE IN THE SHOWER! SEND ME [] FOR THEIR REACTION.@taetitheo [omfg i love you]

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Okay, so, when Hyeongjong had asked Theo if he’d be comfortable with him using his shower, he didn’t think he’d be this comfortable with it.Seriously, the least thing he would have expected from the younger boy is to forget the fact that he was freaking naked under the shower. Exposed. Revealed.And it’s not like Hyeongjong is ashamed of his body: the scar on his right peck was the only visible one and it was tiny anyway; he’s tanned (strangely enough) and not exactly bad looking either; he has strong thighs and toned arms and upper body, thanks to the dancing.But those aren’t the only visible things here, hello. And the fact that the boy walking in on him is Theo, makes the thing a thousand times worse.Thank God there’s a towel nearby which he hastily grabs to cover his crotch after he had let out a very unmanly skreech.Soo...Here they are now... Hyeongjong dripping wet with the water still running behind him, staring at the younger male with wide eyes, while his hands hold the towel around his waist like his freaking life depended on it.Also... Hyeongjong is dying of embarassment. Well, it would have been worse if he hadn’t been (luckily) facing the wall when Theo had barged in, so his innocent eyes had been protected from looking at his... front.

Should he say something?Nope, no, nopity no, he definitely won’t say anything, because he’s pretty sure he forgot both languages he knows.

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☹ - Im ByeongKi

“locked in a room” starters

☹ : on a bridge; traffic has stopped completely due to an accident, and nobody’s going anywhere for a few hours.

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“Oh, I can’t believe this!” Byeongki exclaimed angrily.This was exactly the reason why he didn’t take his driver’s license: stupid fucking traffic. It wasn’t like he had anywhere important to be any time soon, but he really really REALLY had wanted to reach the mall before anyone else got to buy that nice pair of gloves he had laid his eyes on the day before.It had been a real shame when he saw it and realized that he didn’t have enough money on him to buy them, it had almost hurt him physically to have to leave them behind. That’s why he had promised himself to go back the day after (which was... this day) and buy them before anyone else could (because they were really really fucking cute and he knew if he wasn’t fast enough someone else would buy them).He should have expected it though. The fact that he had to share a cab with another person because he hadn’t managed to find an empty one (maybe he really needed to get a driver’s license...) should have already told him that traffic would be a bitch on that day.After the first five minutes of being stuck on a bridge, Byeongki had snapped and closed that little window that separated the two passengers from the driver, wanting to drown in his anger.Too bad he couldn’t do the same with the boy sitting next to him.

“Can you believe this? I mean, it’s Friday! Not these many people should be out on a Friday this early in the morning!” now he was really talking to the other male, too frustrated to realize that the boy maybe didn’t want to talk to him.

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Practice

Starter for @taetitheo !

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Okay, so, this musical thing might have been the best idea their college had had in centuries, probably. Not only did Hyeongjong kinda enjoy watching and listening to musicals (even though the cheesy lines made him cringe most of the time), but it also meant that he got to use and improve his dance instructor skills by helping Theodore learn how to dance. Or at least... attempt to.

He didn’t want to be mean, he really didn’t, but Theo wasn’t exactly... gifted at dancing. Okay, alright, admittedly, if he glanced around the stage and looked at other students attempting to learn one or two steps, there were in fact worse cases than Theodore but... they were none of Hyeongjong’s business. Theo was, on the other hand.

He was currently trying to teach him a waltz, dancing that he’d have to do in one of the acts anyway, and luckily for the both of them, they were basic and slow steps. But the younger had been strangely fidgety and grumpy when Hyeongjong had tried to explain to him that the partner had to wrap his arm around his back, and the dancer figured that it’s going to be a problem.

“You’ll dance with a girl, though. She’ll only have one hand on your shoulder and the other in your hand. That’s not that bad, right?” he didn’t mention the close proximity he’d have to have with the girl. One bad news at a time.

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@taetitheo [continued]

“THEOOO, why do you never call me HYUNG! Come on just onc- aw hell no! You’re not ripping your skirt off!!” While he had been letting himself get dragged along while they run for their goddamn lifes (that flower dude was still running after them and Hyeongjong was more than a little freaked out) he could not just simply stand there and accept that pure little innocent Theo (that’s what he thought of him, at least) was going to run around only in his underwear in front of some psychos with paint on their face.

He walked over to the younger, occasionally looking back over his shoulders too see if Satan Daisy was still following them. Seeing that the flower was currently occupied with chasing other people (did he even know these people?!), Hyeongjong took that as an opportunity to make their escape. He wrapped an arm around Theo’s waist and, with one swift movement, had thrown him over his shoulders. His step was quick and his hold firm while he tried his best to simultanously get the fuck away from there as soon as possible and not drop Theodore.

“OKAY! Do you have any idea where we are and how we get back to campus?!”

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“Fucking acid reflex putting me in a bad mood… Fuck are you looking at, hyeongjong?“

“Uhm... are you okay, Theo?” Hyeongjong asked hesitantly. He had never seen (heard) Theodore talk like that. And it kinda freaked him out, because he always thought that the boy was an innocent angel sent from Heaven. Guess he was wrong.

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“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

five word sentences · open

the guessing game, his least favorite. he’d be the first one to make someone try to guess what he was doing, eating, drinking, etc., but the first one to get pissy when someone did the same to him. he huffed, almost naturally, as if the very suggestion alone was offensive. with a shake of his head, he crossed his arms over his chest childishly. he didn’t want to have to sit there trying to guess and guess and guess when he didn’t even have as but a single clue as to what theo was talking about. “c’mon man! just tell me...”