Physical Education isn’t the most exciting of all subjects-- which is fine with Ten really, because it’s more for an extra credit; do a couple of strokes, and you get an A plus. And yet he doesn’t know if he’s much ignorant to disregard the subject, that he finds himself rushing out of his dorm and storming through the campus swimming pool. He’s late.
With a white shirt bouncing against his back as it complements his boxers, he secretly has that slight relief that his night shorts are tick enough to cover up whatever needs to be covered.
Ten does hurry, breathing out an exhausted sigh the second he enters the boy’s restrooms just near the swimming pool. He feels no minute to lose, saying that he’s thirty minutes late and he hates having to clean the restrooms for it. He doesn’t quite hear the cubicle door closing because it doesn’t, and he doesn’t realize that it’s more than a midway open. He hastily takes off his shirt, exposing his bare torso and takes off his boxers and briefs, mindlessly reaching for his trunks.
edm music pulses through a penthouse and seunghee’s shirt buttons have been undone almost as long as her senses.
midnight finds her in a marble and gold bathroom that’s as good a place as any to snort a line of coke, so seunghee does it, laughs, and sucks a pill out of a girls mouth. rich kids and their drugs, she thinks, rich kids and their habits.
the party is fast paced. flashing lights and shouted conversations. she came here with someone, but she can’t remember who, and she can’t remember when, and she can’t remember.
a girl is pushing her into a counter top, asking why she never called, asking if seunghee is always like this, and she looks so hurt that guilt starts to seep in with the high and seunghee doesn’t need this. she apologizes with a winning smile, promises to be right back, and tries not to trip over her shoes while she darts back into the living room.
seunghoon. fuck, right, she came with seunghoon.
“hey,” she says, breathless, head spinning, grabbing onto his shoulders so she can stay upward, “we gotta blast, i’ve run into a hit and run.”
13. telling them they love them for the first time(closed!)
He is sitting on a bench by the soccer field - which is not being used, thankfully, a book on his hands and earphones on. Until suddenly his earphones are pulled out and Seunghoon is just by his side, and he is close, way too fucking close. Taehyun widens his eyes at him.
“What the fuck?”
“Taehyun,” Seunghoon starts, voice low and alluring, “I love you.”
It all happens in a second: his eyebrows raise, his expression confused and desperate because what the fuck? But then he sees the phone on Seunghoon’s hands, camera pointed at the two of them, and he relaxes. That motherfucker. This son of a fucking bitch. Trying to pull a prank on him again for the whole internet to see.
Not this time, bitch.
“Ah,” he exhales, places one hand on Seunghoon’s face in a loving way, leaning in towards him, “I love you too, Seunghoon-ah”
“DUDE!”
Seunghoon almost jumps to his back, eyes wide and open, a hand above his chest. Taehyun is cackling.
“Dude you ruined it! You were not supposed to do that! I’ll have to find someone else to pull that one on now, thank you so much!” He exclaims, eyebrows furrowed as he goes back to his phone, probably deleting the vine. Taehyun only crosses his leg, triumphant smile on his face as he goes back to his book.
✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
He watches as his friend talks to his phone, an amused smile growing on his lips. To be fair to Seunghoon, he isn't talking "to his phone", but doing a quick live stream before he actually gets to work—and from where Jackson stands, the boy’s fans can't see him, but he can see perfectly how the stream is going.
Maybe there would be a day he wouldn't be around like this, seeing Hoon working and sometimes being part of it, but this day isn't today, clearly.
"Jackson?" He hears his bro saying his name as reading the comments on his screen. "Yes, he is here, just hiding from you all."
Taking the opportunity, the blonde comes from behind, looking up at the phone with his arms wide open. His smile still on his face, he trips right when he was gonna hug Hoon and... both of them end up on the floor.
"BRO!" Hoon complain, trying to look at his back, where Jackson landed. This one, however, is laughing loudly. "Get off me!"
"Oh, come on, bro," Jackson smiles, seeing they are still both on the stream and smiling at the camera. "You're just too comfy."
Silence. The comments on Seunghoon's screen going wild.
“baby, you’re my biggest fan, i love you.” cues the cheesy wink, arm sliding over his shoulder. “that’s what you wanted right? a confession out of me?” jisu laughs, resting her weight against his carefully, “i feel like you’d #5 on the list of guys i’d date if i was straight, congrats -- you’re ideal.”
i came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked rn
*not all canon yet
i. for a morning text
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ good morning!! ☇ i cancelled your sleep action so you should wake up! ☇ get it? as a sims joke? ✘ oh god, that was really lame, wasn’t it?
ii. an angry text
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ i just thought about it☇ you normally don’t play as badly as you did yesterday...☇ DID YOU LET ME WIN? HOW COULD YOU
iii. a drunk text *
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ i f we wre sims, hwo hi gh do yuo th ink our romance rls w oudl be?
iv. a vague text
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ do you think that’s a normal color?
v. a worried text *
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ i’m really glad we’re starting to hang out but☇ do i take away time from your vine and other sns accounts?☇ i’m just one of your many fans, so i know the feeling of waiting for updates. i hope i’m not getting in the way
vi. a text not meant for you
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ i ran into him at the hair salon. most awkward thing ever
vii. a somewhat sassy text
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ you can’t just let me win games☇ or i might as well take over your channel 😂
viii. a long-winded confession text *
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ so i’m pretty sure you did get that letter and that you’ve read it... i don’t know what you think about it but you haven’t said anything to me about it yet so i’m wondering if you were bothered by it? annoyed by it? i hope not. i didn’t write it myself but parts of it are true. i think i... anyway, we should talk in person. i hope you agree to. let me know, okay?
ix. a misguided advice text
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ if you keep button smashing, things will work out, won’t they?☇ or is it just mashing... smashing sounds too destructive. controllers are expensive. did you like the steam controller?
x. a desperate text *
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ so... just curious but have you gotten a letter from anyone? please don’t read it!
xi. a congratulatory text
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ you’re trending today!! i’m so proud! ☇ i might be responsible for a few of those tweets heh
xii. a text that should’ve never been sent *
( sms » gameboy advance sp )
☇ i’ve been wondering... do you have a type? is that really a thing? do people have types?
✦ — there’s a process to everything. seulmi’s father taught her that, ingrained it into her mind, and, unfortunately, she starts to apply it to everything within her life. although she knows each of them, has memorized their faces, knows their dedication level and, most importantly, their skill set when it comes to dancing, there’s still a certain appeal that comes with asking them to showcase their talent and creativity at least once a month. roll call is at least one dreary too business-like transaction she can glaze over. running through choreography makes it far more than easy enough to determine who’s missing.
it’s one reason she admires loyalty even in dance, because for one person to flake out, the entire routine would change. as stagnant as she’s beginning to feel within the club, (because despite her passion for dance, it could never become her life), her love for it doesn’t falter. it was this club she truly gave her all to, because it kept her sane. because everyone loves a beautiful distraction and dance is honestly art in motion.
but all motion comes to a stop as newton’s first law of motion states with the opening of the door. all accounted for and a pause in what is already a break, seulmi discussing the routines they’ll be practicing once everyone has had a turn interrupted by the abrupt sound. recognition flickers in her eyes and rosy petals part only to fall together again, withering with shyness. it takes a brief glance at another member of the club for her to regain focus (and composure, what little she has) and snap back into president mode, “hi! are you interested in joining dance club? we always take new members!” be casual, seulmi, she tells herself but there is no such thing. the most she can hope for is seeming natural.
