#xm suga

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

【fight me】

Stupid textbook. Stupid thick huge heavy chemistry textbook. Who thought it would be a good idea to write one anyway? Ugh.

Myungsoo grumbled some more adjusted his grip on the abominable thing. He felt like his fingers were going to break with the book's sheer weight, so he hurried, turning around the bends and twists in the corridor to get back to his dorm room.

At one particular bend, instead of the empty space of the remaining length of the corridor that Myungsoo expected to see, he met with a blurry face and someone's body. The impact of collision had him stumbling back a step or two, his textbook slipping out of his grasp and landing corner down with a not-so-nice sounding thud. On the other guy's foot. Ouch?

Myungsoo mumbled out an 'oh my god I'm so sorry' and bent down to pick up his book so that he could run away and hide forever, not bothering to look up at the other's face. He managed out another 'I'm really really sorry' and moved to quickly walk past the stranger before a hand landed on his shoulder and pushed him back to his original position.

A look of confusion crossed his face as he eyed the hand on his shoulder. "Y..es?"

[xm-channie]

look what you've done

The only reason Chanyeol ever bothers himself with stepping into Eulsa city is to see Yixing. He's there in the city often enough to know where everything thing is, but rarely enough that he doesn't know anyone besides Yixing. Not that he needs to, but it runs in his blood to find and befriend as many people as physically possible- without meaning to, of course, usually the drive is subconscious, a burning need to be wanted by as many people as possible. 

He doesn't acknowledge this fact often, but that doesn't lessen the importance of its existence. 

His hands stay stationed in the pockets of his shorts, one curled around his mp3 player. The headphones pass up the underside of his arm and the constant rubbing of the wire against his skin is slightly comforting as he wanders the streets. 

When the music cuts off, ready to transition to the next song, Chanyeol stops walking, the action almost comically, one long leg almost bringing the other down. 

He's standing outside of a store. He's standing outside of a store and he's staring through the window. He's standing outside of a store, staring through the window at the lead representative of the Gold-Blood record company. 

If he could think straight, he'd realize that he's listening to one of their songs right now. 

But he's not thinking straight and within seconds he's inside, eyes wide, and he's staring and he's not speaking and god, this is getting awkward. 

"H-Hi," he stumbles over his words but at least he's speaking.