❝Hi I'm Ten, I'm 18, I'm five foot seven, I'm a Pisces, and I'm the real life Gu Jun Pyo. Well actually I'm not but would the world be a better place if I am? Just a relentless Hyeon Mu in his second year thinking he can reach the moon and see the end of the rainbow.❞
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dropping notice! huhu I don’t usually drop muses and I thought I’d really last here because believe me when I say that this is such a nice community with nice people tbh and I went here in hopes that I’ll be able to jog real life and rping in general (I have a lot of long term muses that I’ve dropped rn and I’m still contemplating to drop Ten, but I think I should finally make a decision) I hope you guys would forgive me especially those who I have threads with and am currently plotting with.
Maybe if I start getting the hang of things, I might come back! but until then, goodbye Youthfossils! it was a short but definitely amazing stay with you guys!
As for the muse, this is what happened to Ten:
Became a new money
Family went super rich
Will be studying in America to expand the family business
Didn’t tell anyone he was leaving and disappeared like dust because he can’t bring himself to tell his friends + etc.
“Nothing is ever truly set by fate. In one blink, everything changes. Even though it should be a clear, sunny day, the softest whisper into the wind can became a hurricane that destroys
everything it touches.”
❝have you heard? that kid’s family hit that fucking mafia jackpot ❞
A girl with brunette pigtails gossips with a giggle and another one, who seems to be her friend, continues to put on lipstick and slightly regrets it the second it misaligns
“Hey do you know that kid from the Hyeon Mu house? the one from Thailand?”
“I don’t care, he’s gay-- everyone from that house are gays, right?”
“I heard from a friend that his family just got the jackpot, and they’re suddenly rich now”
“wait, isn’t he the one from a Mafia family?”
“I thought you’re not interested cause he’s gay”
“I am now”
“well.... so yea-- another friend told me that he recently paid the basketball coach to make him vice captain, and did you see him lately? he had his hair cut! probably did it because he’s a fucking mafia!”
“ohhh-- what a bad boy, I’d go down on him”
Their gossip gets cut short with the rumor himself-- Ten
“I’m a what?”
His voice is a mixture of amusement and annoyance. Because yes, the family business suddenly skyrocketed to Ten’s amazement, and no, they’re nowhere near the word ‘mafia’ and the rest is too small to even think about
“Wow, rumors are amazing these days” he says, giving out a faint scoff before turning his head towards the classroom “oh and if you want to go down on me” he pulls his iphone up-- brand new with the starter wallpaper “just text me” he jokes and walks across the hallway, suppressing an immature laugh itching its way out of his thin lips.
Honestly, he doesn’t even know how it all happened, everything feels like a hallucination. One day his father says “we just sealed a deal” then another day he says “the deal is sealed, and we’ve got a few more deals rolling too”
Ten feels like it’s been a long weekend for him, and that weekend feels more like a transition-- but who is he kidding, he’s still the same-- he just has an iphone now...and he feels like a Gu Jun Pyo.
He enters the classroom and he feels a few stares from his classmates while he makes his way towards his seat. He looks behind him and finds his friend staring at him with such curiosity match with half-squinted eyes to exaggerate the fact that he may be hypothesizing a few scenarios here and there.
“Why are you staring?” Ten asks
“Have you heard?”
“Heard what?”
“You’ve got a new nickname, used-to-be Chittaphon LeechiayoPOORkul”
while it was true that hanbyul didn’t really need to study all that much, she was still one of those students that liked to go beyond what she had to do. this included when it came to studying for finals. the female was pretty confident that she already had everything memorized, and that she would be fine, but there was still a part of her that pushed her to study. maybe she had missed something or maybe she was just overconfident in herself. whatever it was, that feeling had led her out of her dorm room to an environment more suited for quiet studying.
the last thing she expected was company, thus her response of jumping back slightly in her seat when she heard a quiet voice beside her. with wide eyes, she turned around to be met with a familiar face. placing a hand over her heart, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “you scared me, oh god. you couldn’t give me a little heads up? maybe a text or anything?” her brows were furrowed, but she still moved over to make room for the other student to sit.
“psychology.” she looked down at her own notes, forgetting what the last thing she had read before she was interrupted. “what brings you here?”
He stares at her sudden movement, his lips cornering up into a wider grin, he has always been fond of playing with her-- well, that’s what he calls his small time teases.
He widens his eyes, imitating what the other has just did to tease her more, before his lips motion into a chuckle-- getting some side-eye stares from the others along the way, but he doesn’t care. He moves beside her and takes a seat “well, I’m pretty sure you don’t check your phone most of the time-- so you still wouldn’t know” he says, setting down his books against the table.
“I’m here to annoy you” he says before shrugging “and I also came to study” he adds, grabbing one of her books and scanning it “psychology should tell you why people like me love to tease people like you”
When she had assigned the performance piece to the class, Gain truly didn’t think it was much to worry about. To her, the instructions and criteria were extremely simple: each student was to perform a one minute cover of a song during the class. That was it. Of course she knew there would be students that interpreted the work with their own skills, but that was what she wanted to see; each student’s own colour in music, even if it was just for a brief time.
But when Ten starter to sing, her eyes widened immediately, maybe from the shock. She didn’t let it go on for long. Waving her hand in a motion for him to stop, she pursed her lips. Oh my god. “Why don’t we try the second one? It’s a pop song right? I think I know it.” If his first run through was any indication on how the rest would turn out, she had an inkling she would be stopping him again soon.
Getting to her feet, she rustled through a drawer in her desk, pulling out a photocopied sheet and then crossed the room, not really concerned if he had stopped on his own yet or not. She opened up one of the tall cupboards against the wall, revealing neatly lined up small black boxes with clasps over the openings. “Have you ever considered playing an instrument for this assignment?”
Halfway through the song, Ten starts snapping his fingers, as if he has started to get the hang of it-- singing. He bobs his head to the beat almost like an artist, but he sees the professor’s eyes widen. Was I that good? he thinks, should I audition for SM Entertainment now? he adds in his loop of imagination.
He stops the second he sees Gain waving her hand and he figures that neither of what he thinks really is happening “ah yes” he nods before opening his mouth obediently to sing his second song. But to the world’s mercy, he isn’t able to continue it because it seems that his teacher has something else in mind.
He trails his eyes on the floor as he awkwardly stops, he assays a faint cough just to remedy the extreme embarrassment he feels surging through his whole body.
Ten watches her reveal something he isn’t all too familiar with. He stares for a few seconds before giving her his smile, thinking that it can compensate everything “I did” he says “but I gave up halfway too” he continues “unless a student’s thought counts in playing instruments”
“A woman? Older?” Could this be? Does he have a crush on a teacher? Because if so, this is now very dangerous territory for him to be in nor is this something that they should be talking about lightly. As he goes on about this crush he speaks on, Eunseo was going through the list of female staff in her head. Popular? She doesn’t know which teachers are considered or the ones well liked by the students, though. She can see Jihae being popular with the boys with the looks she brings and Gain too but Gain would probably have shot down Ten as soon as she got a hint from him that he has feelings for her because one thing she knows for sure, Ten is no way subtle with the way he feels or thinks, being able to sense the nervous energy from him as he tried to keep himself preoccupied with the basketball.
“How old is she?” Now, she isn’t trying to encourage him in trying to pursue an older woman, especially in a school setting where he is a student and someone’s job can be lost if the school finds out about this but she simply wants to know and maybe she can tell him to try wooing her once he has graduated from high school. “Come on, give yourself more credit. I’m sure she knows you, or at least, notices you.”
Ten breaks a cold sweat, but he continues dribbling just to compensate the way his heart is slightly beating fast for no apparent reason. He hesitates but nods afterwards, knowing that the professor is far from being someone judgmental “too old to be called Noona too, I think” he says again with that faint laugh of his that seems to get rid of the awkwardness-- well, most of the time.
By that point, he notices the older’s face as if she is tracking down Ten’s actual crush. He doesn’t think for a second to straight up tell the other that he likes a literal superstar because it’s just plain fun.
He dribbles again before pausing to answer “maybe...” he hums for a second “she’s in her late twenties--28? 29?” he purses his eyebrows together, gathering a big thought “I really like her, Miss Eunseo-- she’s sporty and she’s really kind” he guesses because he has never met BoA, nor does he have any money to go to her concert “well how can I make her notice me-- more?” he adds, more than a general fanboy, he thinks
jinhwan notices the charming smile the other seems to be forced to put on (it is charming though, so he’ll give points for that.) and there’s another twang of pity. poor kid, he thinks to himself. he can’t imagine smiling for long periods without his cheeks aching.
when really, that’s probably what’s already happened to the boy but he’s just good at hiding it. so it’s with a genuinely thankful smile he accepts the americano, bowing slightly in the chair and setting his notebook on the table. he clutches the cup, taking short sips before putting it back on the surface.
his fingers find their way back to the pencil where he continues sketching the vague outline of someone, before they brush on his face. and it’s with a start that jinhwan realizes this isn’t a stranger he’s drawing.
and if it wasn’t awkward for him already, it’s even more awkward. he flushes, embarrassed by his own unconscious self.
Mop against the wooden floor, Ten continues. But he just can’t get his eyes off of the stranger who seems to be busy with sketching instead of what Ten seems to think he should be doing, which is studying.
He silently moves closer, but it’s far away for the customer not to notice-- hopefully. He mindlessly moves again, not seeing that the other seems to not take notice of Ten’s presence, he moves closer and closer, to the point where Ten’s chin is a few inches away from the other’s shoulder
“that’s amazing-- Jinhwan ssi” he whispers, staring at the halfway done drawing, his eyes widen at what he blurts out before straightening his back to stand still again “I mean, the drawing is amazing-- you’re amazing, and I know your name because you told me for that americano” he continues but he shakes his head “I mean I’m not trying to hit on you” he mumbles again, smiling an embarrassed smile.
she’s caught between a rock (rolling her eyes) and a hard place (frowning hard). cautiously, she opens up her book and hands over her recent quiz. six points above passing–not bad, not nearly enough to catch her up on the test she missed for a shop opening. and yeeun thinks that if her grades were even half as pretty as her face, she’d be in great shape.
“thanks!” she flips her hair, tone of voice not matching the apprehension in her eyes that don’t leave the piece of graded white paper. “ugh. why do they score tests with red ink. it’s so… like, demotivating? you know what i mean?”
distraction almost second skin. she quickly talks over any intentions he had of speaking. “anyway… what are we doing today?” she asks, habit making her chew on her lip, trying so hard to be motivated, trying so hard not to think of the five hundred other things she’d rather be doing. (all efforts wasted because she’s already on reason #478.)
He stares at her, then he stares down on her test, taking it and scanning through her answers, then to her score-- six points above passing. He isn’t a sadistic perfectionist, nor is he a nerd who cries over not being able to have a perfect score. So he thinks her score is alright. But instead of complimenting her, he opens his mouth to compliment himself instead “I’m pretty much a useful tutor” he says with a nod.
He slightly leans himself across the table to grab on her book. He scans through the table of contents, taking note of how the professor teaches in a format. He starts tearing a sheet of paper nicely from his notebook, before writing down against it.
He nods “but if they right score tests in black ink, then it would feel like a funeral-- green would feel like alien’s blood, and blue feels like a river of tears” he says, but there’s pink too and all the other colors, but Ten doesn’t bother to continue while he writes against the paper
“math, we’re doing math” he says, handling out the paper he has written on with a few math problems “You’ve got” he looks at his wrist watch “ten minutes” he says “but I think you can do it in five, cause you’re amazing-- right?” he challenges.
leonard was not the typical student to indulge in sins of the alcoholic kind but fate had him slouched against a bar one night, feeling far too tipsy than he should have been. the deaf boy wasn’t the overly affectionate drunk nor did he get violent. he was the type to be slightly more outgoing than he normally was, and his icy exterior always melted to reveal whole chapters of a usually closed book. any and all emotions and thoughts could be read from his handsome facial features whenever leonard had one too many to drink. the blond boy’s arms would flail, excessive gestures would be made and sooner or later those arms would wrap around someone’s shoulders or mid section so help keep him upright. add the occasional weird noise created by leonard’s usually unmoving throat and one had an exceptionally social ( and vocal ) leonard on their hands.
it was in such a state that the student called ten found leonard in front of his dorm. the blond boy had been lost, unable to find his own room and had ended up occupying ten’s where the boys had engaged in quite the comical conversations. a pen and paper had been thrust into the semi-drunk boy’s hands to make communication easier. it had been truly a miracle that ten was able to decipher leonard’s scrawly handwriting. leonard’s scribbles and ten’s patience were the start of a strange but quite comfortable friendship. they were buddies and that was it. buddies who routinely met up to play video games and mess about on the soccer field, because ten had a hidden appreciation for soccer and a not-so-subtle curiosity towards learning the sports.
leonard had been training as usual on weekdays after class and today he’d noticed ten sitting casually on the bleachers, watching him play. after practice, leonard slowly made his way to where ten sat. the other usually didn’t watch him practice so the blond boy was a little curious as to why ten had come today. the two were supposed to meet up whenever the team was not there. they were not sure if leonard was allowed to teach ten the skills which made the boys’ soccer team great. ten waved at him from the sidelines as he approached and the corners of leonard’s lips curled upwards carefully. he brushed some sweaty blond strands from his face and exhaled a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his aching muscles. they told him he’d worked hard.
the tall boy had almost reached the bleachers when ten raised his hands again, over his head, and signing a very familiar word which made leonard stop immediately. sharp eyes widened at the sight of ten signing. it was not perfect and he’d mistaken at least two words but leonard had been able to decipher what ten had wanted him to know. warmth filled his heart at seeing someone go through the efforts to communicate with him, to make him feel comfortable and less of an abnormality. so naturally, the first thing leonard did when he broke out of his stupor was run the remaining distance to his buddy and crush him in a tight hug.
quickly letting go of his friend, leonard sat down on the bleachers next to ten and greeted him back before nodding and raising both hands to sign. in his enthusiasm, leonard forgot that ten’s signing skills were probably not as advanced as his and he most likely was signing too fast for his buddy to follow. ‘it’s finished. how can you sign? where did you learn? why didn’t you tell me? this is so cool’
Ten swears that the wide-eyed Leo is the cutest thing he has ever seen. He silently thinks about how their relationship started off as a drunk conversation, and now Ten’s too attached to the point where he has learned how to sign. For convenience, for friendship, that’s what he thinks. His lips corner up into a grin, he laughs afterwards as he watches the other run towards him.
Ten’s eyes widen as Leo captures him with his arms, it’s a first. For so many months of knowing each other, it’s the first time that Leo has actually embraced him, and he feels the emotions swelling up to his chest, and everything feels worth it.
He jokingly grimaces at the hug the second his friend lets go of him “did you wipe off your sweat? it’s sticking on me” he jokes. He stares at how the other starts signing, and he laughs at the thought of being out of Leo’s league in that kind of skill-- aside from soccer, of course.
But Ten does make out a few words and he stitches it up together in his head before deciphering the statement as it is. He brings a towel out of his bag, tip toeing to shake it against the tall boy’s hair. He leaves the towel on top of his friend’s head before dropping his hand and pulling it back up to sign “you should dry you hair first” he says in such sincerity “you smell” he jokes again.
He shrugs before projecting a glowing smile “It was a surprise, I had a friend teach me” he signs, then he moves his hand slowly, slightly hesitating if he’s doing the right thing “It looks cool right?”
I mean it looked cool, when I saw you doing it, he thinks
“hey, you’ve got to teach me soccer then” he continues.
Maybe she’s been laughing too much but she doesn’t care, she’s too embarrassed to care. This is so ridiculous. Could anything be better than this? It would definitely be a no. She feels her cheeks getting heated up again, she exactly has no idea how many times they have been when she’s sitting here with him.
It’s obviously because of Ten but believe it or not, she wouldn’t admit it. This time she has her head hung down again, trying to avoid his absolutely charming gaze. Come to your senses. This is all so weird, this moment, this feeling. Oh, look like somebody has found love. Out of a sudden the weather is hot, or is it just her, there she goes again with the nervousness. She can’t seem to hide her smile but she’s always smiling so that’s something normal—maybe it’s a little bit too much when she’s with him.
Why are they talking about names again?
Right, because that’s how their conversation seems to start when they first met each other. She doesn’t even want to imagine what would happen next but she can’t help it anyways. Maybe they’re just remembering that precious moment when they are destined to meet, here at this school. I wouldn’t have known the meaning of love if I didn’t meet you. Crap, screw all these cheesy lines she has playing in her mind.
Here it comes. Eunji doesn’t expect him to be so straightforward, he always is but not like this. It makes her speechless at some point, she has lost words she is about to say so instead she lets out a laugh. So typical of Eunji to laugh at everything although there’s nothing so funny about his question. She swears she could have looked like a tomato right now from all this absurd blushing. How does she even say this? This doesn’t even make sense. Oh, God. “I mean of course, I.. like you too.” Can she bang her head to the wall now?
So there he is, waiting for an answer that he doesn’t know he’ll get. He breaks a cold sweat, what if she says no? he’ll respect her of course, he likes her that much anyway, but what if--
what if she says yes?
then he swears he has sailed the universe.
He bites his lower lip when he sees her break their gaze towards each other-- shit, her comes the no, he thinks. Then she starts laughing and Ten seems confused at first-- okay so she’s going to say no after looking cute, he thinks again. But who is he kidding, Eunji looks cute in whatever she does in his eyes, and may that be so cliché to say, but it’s true.
He laughs a faint laugh with her, smiling at just the right amount before his features gets matched with a wide eyed Ten
I.. like you too
That’s what she says, and at that instant, he feels his heart beating faster than anything in this universe. So this is how cloud 9 feels? he asks in his thoughts.
So there he is, he couldn’t move, he just continues to stare at her-- his first.
He smiles again-- charming. And he moves closer to her, trailing his eyes on hers, then to her nose, then to her lips--
He moves his head closer as if their lips are just an inch away. He doesn’t say anything but then, a word just escapes his lips with such fragility
“confirm” he recites softly before resting his lips on hers.
And for the first time, he kisses her-- his first kiss.
Are you mine now? he thinks, and he feels like his head is swirling at the thought of having his own romantic cheesy scene.
“I’m just letting you know that it is very brave of you to come to me about this. Flattered that you considered coming to me in the first place but I shall do my best to assist you.” With a solemn nod, she rests her arms on the table before she is unable to keep her serious expression any longer and breaks out into a full smile, placing her chin in the palms of her hands. “So~ tell me more about this girl that you plan to win over. You do not have to tell me her name or how she looks like, no that’s not necessary. If you wish to keep it a secret, that’s fine with me. All I need is to know how is she like or whatever information you can tell me about her and then I can figure out something with you!”
She shouldn’t be so excited about something like this but she can’t help herself. Everything was about this was too cute, from him approaching her for help at the end of her class, thinking that it was something serious until she learns that it was actually some girl help he needed and to right now coming up with ways that he could sweep that lucky girl off of her feet. “Is she in the same year as you? Younger? Older?” This is not exactly the typical kind of thing that a teacher would help their student out with but hey, she never has been the ordinary teacher to begin with so this is nothing unlike of her to be doing.
Ten doesn’t know why he’s asking for love advice in the first place. But his basketball training is an hour away, and there’s pretty much nothing to do to spend the time. But he sees the Physical Education Professor just across the field, so it doesn’t bother him to take a quick chat with her-- he has always liked Eunseo.
So there goes the second year asking for ‘Hey Prof, are you busy?’ into a conversation that leads to a 'yes, I do like someone’ and that someone so happens to be no one in the campus but the superstar-- BoA. She has always been the apple of his eye since who knows when, and may that be the love of a mere fan boy like himself, but love is love.
He plays with his basketball before focusing his eyes back at the professor “this girl-- uhm for starters, she’s a woman, kindof older than me too” he says with a faint laugh, but you can see the adoration in his eyes “she’s very pretty, everyone probably knows her, and she’s just really popular” he says with a nod “and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know I exist” he says, trailing his eyes on the floor while he starts dribbling.
okay, breathe. chaesoo’s mind was already fluttering with anticipation as she crosses over the threshold with camera in hand, a copy of sunhwa’s ilbo tucked underneath her arm. the sound of shoes squeaking against court, sweat lining the curves of necks. she grows all too aware of the perspiration in the air. it was suffocating, being in the midst of such loose energy.
chaesoo did not belong. she picks up the pace and cranes her neck to get a better look at the horde of basketball players. …too tall. jumping on tip toes didn’t help her case. perhaps if she ducked and navigated her way among the forest of legs—
she was in trouble. and not because her choice of walking while crouched was frowned down upon, but because she wasn’t expecting this.
‘i-it’s for the school newspaper,’ she manages, trying to steady the camera in the palms of her (sweaty) hands. chaesoo didn’t get it. was the vice captain of the basketball team always this attractive? or had she been blind this whole time? not that it mattered, though. there were lots of photogenic people in sunhwa and she had had the pleasure of capturing their still images. this wasn’t any different. she will not be dissuaded into doing her job.
breathe, aim, shoot. simple, right? just pretend he’s a vegetable, or something. fingers pause on the shutter button. ‘… okay, smile.’
Dribble, shoot, rebound, shoot. Ten does what he has to for the next few minutes. It’s just a normal day for him, saying that he recently just resigned from his job in the coffee shop, he has more time to savor basketball training-- for once. He leads the cool down exercises before shouting “okay, good job Team,! see you all tomorrow”
Ten pulls his jersey over his head, replacing it with a clean shirt. He pulls his bag over his shoulder and makes way towards the washroom when he hears footsteps squeaking against the basketball court. He sees a face, and he thinks she’s familiar but he just can’t point out where, until he stares down to see the school newspaper, then he figures
“oh, oh-- okay” he is slightly taken aback. He lifts his arm, wiping the sweat across his forehead.
He nods at her command, instantly letting his lips corner up into a smile-- charming.
