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myeorim:

he hesitates for a second after placing the tenth shirt inside his bag. yejun seems to be reading his mind, which is kinda scary, but he is allowed to do that. when someone is friends for as long as they have and when someone deals with yeorim for as long as yejun has, it’s easy to see through him. yejun knows him like the back of his hand, but yeorim is not going to change his ways and yejun knows that. “I’m not taking ‘too much crap’ I’m just taking the strictly necessary,” he quips before folding the next pair of pants “I mean, I need clothes! something for the day, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, I mean, what if it’s hot then cold? I can’t predict the weather.”

he opens a drawer, grabs a few more items and then makes a beeline to the other side of the room, picks two bottles and looks at Yejun, who is fixing him with his eyes “what? I need cologne! everyone needs it, I want to smell nice, ok? well, nicer that is. he stuffs the items in his bag – considerably bigger than yejun’s. it has wheels too, so he can easily pull it without too much effort. plus, yejun is going to end up helping anyway. “don’t give me that look” he says as he quickly skips over to where yejun is, armed with all of his cuteness just in case he needs to use it on the male. he tiptoes (damn yejun and his long ass legs) only to lean over his friends’ back and paw at it like a cat, placing his chin over the other’s shoulder. “we’re not facing a zoombie apocalypse, nunnie, this is not a grab what you can trip.” and still, he doesn’t need half the things he has in his bag, he’s not gonna wear half of it – not to mention the fact that he’ll be home and he still has clothes in his parents’ house, but he decides to ignore that thought for the moment.

“so, have you made plans already? I mean, you always make plans anywhere you go, so I’m sure you have the three days mapped in your head already. if you make me go or do something boring, I’ll kill you though.”

“Yeo Yeo, you’ve got enough clothes in there to last you a week. You think I’m blind? That I didn’t see the massive ass rolling suitcase you’re casually packing your entire existence into?” A sigh rents the air as Yejun shakes his head, absolutely exasperated by his best friend, and ready to just throw him into a suitcase and take the other just like that. But even with all his grumblings, he wouldn’t change him for the world. Yeorim is exactly who Yejun wants him to be; a frustrating, absolutely impossible and positively infuriating ball of fluff, that he knows he can’t live without. “You’ve got enough shit in there to last you all four seasons!”

Rolling his eyes when yet more stuff is hastily grabbed by the other male and tucked away with the rest, Yejun groans and inches up onto his tiptoes, inspecting the bag almost bursting with contents. He really has packed everything but the kitchen sink. “God damn it, Yeorim… I’m gonna be weighed down,” he complains, emitting a whine as his shoulders slump, defeated. Yejun is gonna have to carry it all, and it doesn’t look light, not in the slightest. His best friend really does like to make his life more difficult. Feeling Yeorim’s presence at his back, the brunet smiles with his words and reaches back to lightly pat and squeeze the others hipbone, knowing he’s holding himself on his toes, just to see over his shoulder. It’s cute, but pretty much everything about the smaller male is cute. Or adorable, pretty, handsome or beautiful. He’s truly a sight to behold. “Listen, if a zombie apocalypse does happen, I’ll be prepared and you’ll be thankful,” he muses, turning his head to meet Yeorim’s eyes.

“I was thinking the first day there, we’ll just chill by or in the pool out back, because… comfort. And the next day we could go to the funfair that breezes into town, and the last day is yours to decide.”

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mnjwn:

over all jaewon knows better than to test yejun who — by the loosest definitions— adopts an air of grace and talent for dancing that is as equally impressive as his own, if not more. but it’s all in good health and care when he tilts his head to the side, arches an eyebrow like he could be saying the words ‘try me’. though he suspects the reason he himself is acting out so sharply like this is because he’s nervous— damned be the younger years who are watching the exchange between him and yejun like it’s something impressive and not complete bullshit from two dancers who are more confident than not — jaewon can’t help the pit of worry that feeds itself into his chest. dancing with such intimacy is one thing, dancing it with the likes of bae yejun is another story entirely. “ it’s just dancing. ” he says, as though he’s not the one that’s left swallowing down the anxiousness. “ i’m fine with it if— if you are. ”

“Yeah, I’m fine with it,” he replies, a sing-song lilt entering his tone. They can both feign nonchalance about the upcoming dance all day if they want, but it doesn’t change the fact that they’re  probably equally incredibly nervous. As far as Yejun knows, Jaewon isn’t exactly straight—not if those lingering looks sent the same sex’s way, are anything to go by—and neither is he. They will be alone, sweaty, pressed together and more often than not, breathing the same air; Yejun can’t help it when nerves thrum through him. Not that he hasn’t shared some form or another of intimacy with others, just never when dancing. It’ll mean more, simply because it’s dance, and he lives, breathes and sleeps it. Shifting his weight, he snags his lower lip between his teeth and focuses on the male before him, wondering just what is running through Jaewon’s mind. “Should we… start now?”

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zhenxinya:

- &&. “Alright - good choice.” Xinya smiled, watching him stand. She took this as her cue to stand herself, and begin escorting him to the office door. “I have some of my own essays available in the University libary you may care to read - if you don’t mind the shameless self promotion.” Xinya opened the office door - the bell had recently sounded and the hallway came to life with the sound of students walking and rushing to and from their lessons. “Give me an email if you need anymore assistance - and try not to worry too much!”

A hint of a smile caressed his lips with the comment leaving Xinya’s own. “A little self-promotion is never a bad thing,” he said softly, the words barely a breath as they escaped him while he kept abreast of the professor on their way towards the door. All he’d had to do was ask for help, and it was right there waiting. Funny that. In the past, he’d suffered in silence until nothing was salvageable. “I will. Thank you once more. I’ll… shoot you an email if I struggle with this.” Yejun held the documents aloft and offered the woman a sheepish smile. Slipping from the room, his gaze drifted towards the floor, posture somewhat that of a defeated man as he made his way down the corridor. Maybe some self-belief wouldn’t go amiss.

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@myeorim

Stuffing the last item of clothing into his backpack, Yejun sought out his best friends gaze with his own. “It’s only a weekend, so don’t take too much crap, alright? I swear to God, Yeorim, I ain’t carrying it this time around,” he muttered gruffly, but with zero conviction lacing his tone. All the other male had to do, was flutter those pretty eyelashes and his every wish was Yejun's to grant. He'd do anything in the world to make Yeorim happy. And maybe that was warning sign number one that his feelings for the other had gone far beyond platonic, but Yejun was in denial. He'd convinced himself it was perfectly natural to feel an attraction for someone as beautiful as Yeorim. But it wasn’t a simple crush, he knew that deep down inside, he could acknowledge that, only never out loud. And certainly not to the man in question. He’d never live down that kind of rejection, and so the facade continued.

“Just leave anything unnecessary behind,” he reminded, an eyebrow arching as he fought past the desire to stare just a little too long at Yeorim’s face. The man was breathtakingly stunning, there was no question about it, but Yejun kind of wished his heart didn’t clench every time their eyes met. It was bordering on painful at this point. Although that probably had more to do with the gaggle of admirers his best friend had amassed that never failed to make Yejun jealous. Particularly because he knew that at times, Yeorim would entertain them. He could push all of that aside though, if only for the one weekend where he would have his bestie all to himself. Finally, some peace and quiet.

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zhenxinya:

- &&. “Oh? Xinya raised a brow slightly, but was smiling nonetheless “That’s brave,” She tapped a few keys on her keyboard, searching for the approrpaite files on her computer. A few clicks later and her printer adjacent to her computer hummed to life, and pages began to gather at the bottom. “Lucky for you, contriversial subjects have a wealth of information available to you online and in the library,” She smiled, handing Yejun the freshly printed documents. “Ive given you a few example essays here, each some so-called controversial topics: gender, race, sexuality, all that jazz - just let me know which one your like best, and we can pick some texts to work through together.”

Yejun shrugged off the compliment, a rosy hue stealing over his cheeks as he wrung his hands together in his lap. The simplest of remarks could leave him almost aflame with embarrassment, and it bothered him greatly. He didn’t want to be the guy that turned into a tomato following every conversation where the slightest of accolades were uttered in his direction. “I think I’ll go with sexuality, it’ll probably interest me more,” he said softly, reaching to take the documents from the professor. He was deeply appreciative of her help, but unsure quite how to express it, so a simple ‘thank you’ slid from his lips as he pushed himself to stand. “I’ll uh… get to this, then…”

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mnjwn:

to be fair jaewon should have guessed ( at some point OR another ) that there’s going to bound to be a dance where the seniors are willing to break the thin, thin layer between intimate and public. but the fact that they’re doing it now is still surprising and he blinks, gaze directed towards the leaflet and a mere scan of the instructions leaves him wondering where the closest exit was. though there’s something nagging at the back of his mind, he doubts that dancing with yejun for a total of probably four minutes is going to drive him insane so he replies with a mildly irritated huff, tying the other lace with more anger than necessary and attempting to look like he doesn’t have half a mind to drop the dance. “ never tried somethin’ like this before. can’t be more different than what we normally do, right? ” he poses it like a question, though it’s more of a statement to himself. he tilts his head, a hint of irritation in his voice. “ you’re not doubting me, are you now? ”

His shoulders inch up, issuing a barely discernible shrug, and Yejun watches the other male, considering his words without comment. To the brunet, their upcoming dance will definitely be an entirely novel experience. He has never shared such intimacy on the dancefloor in his life, not even with Yeorim. It’s intimate, proximity likely leaving little to the imagination for the entirety of their routine. The actual dance would barely last minutes, sure, but with time invested in rehearsals to perfect their moves, the entire thing would probably go on for hours. And they'd be alone the whole time—the prospect was troubling. “I’m not doubting you,” he murmured, a roll of his eyes accompanying the rather curt remark. Yejun would never question another dancers level of skill or talent, but he had to know which styles Jaewon was most accustomed to, or comfortable with. It would give him some idea of what to expect. “I just wanted to know if you were good with these styles, that’s all.”

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zhenxinya:

- &&. Xinya listened contently as Yejun admitted his concerns. Her interest was genuine. The more she knew about his problems, the more she could help. She understood that it was difficult for some students to open up about their personal lives, so she made sure that her students were as comfortable as possible when meeting with her. “I see,” She said, nodding along attentively, “Don’t worry,” Xinya said again, “You’ll be able to focus on your dance if that’s your passion.” She couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment - not everyone was as passionate about her subject as she was, she supposed. “But we’ll work something out. Tell me, what do you like writing about, and we’ll work from there.”

The reassurance went a long way to settling the burgeoning sense of nerves, building inside Yejun. To know that his concerns were valid, but wouldn’t cause too much of a problem in the future with Xinya’s help, was a massive relief. So was knowing that he could put all his energy into dance, and still raise his terrible grades. “I can’t thank you enough for your help. I was starting to think I was really alone in this,” he said with a wavering smile, his gaze finding her own. The question she posed about his proclivities for material choice when writing, caught Yejun off guard and for a moment he sat there in stunned silence, lips parted, but no sound coming out. “Um… I guess… con-controversial subjects.”

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zhenxinya:

- &&. She laughed, amusedly. “No, I won’t, don’t worry.” Xinya shympathisedwith his anxiety. She remebered Yejun from some of her classes, she worked hard, he had good attendance, just his grades were no more than mediocre. It was hard to watch a student work so hard, yet not get the grades they so desperately needed. “Well the good news is, that there’s plenty we can do to help you,” Xinya smiled encouragingly, “But I’m afraid it means more late lates, and proably a lot more essays, you’re in need of quite of a bit extra credit. I’m sorry.”

The laughter from the woman coaxed a smile to his lips—albeit a somewhat shy one—but it was visible all the same. His grades were terrible, but Yejun was finally in the right place, doing the only thing that would help keep him at the university. He’d insisted on attending, despite his father’s wishes for him to choose a college closer to home, so he had a lot to prove. Unfortunately, his days and nights were spent in the studio, practising dance, so everything else suffered. He felt bad, he really did. “Thank you, I’ll put the work in, I just need this to stay here. Dance is my life. I spend all my time focusing on that, and I only just now realised how bad my grades are.”

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zhenxinya:

- &&. “Hi, Yejun, uh, no problem, have a seat” Xinya admittedly, was pleased to see the boy. She was relieved that it wasn’t the troublesome Yeosi along with one of his many boy-toys attempting to break into her office yet again, for the clandestine games - she shuddered at the thought. Xinya was always willing to help her students, it made her happier to have them ask for her help, rather than go about it alone. Even though most passed through her classes with admirable marks, Xinya couldn’t help longing to speak to all her students individually. Perhaps it was her overprotective nature, maybe she was just being nosy. “What can I help you with Yejun? Are you struggling? I hope it’s not too much work for you at the moment - do tell me if you’re too stressed, alright?”

Worrying at the plush flesh of his lower lip, Yejun ambled over to his teacher's desk, fingers interlaced before him and wringing together nervously. He was loath to seek the help of another when it came to pretty much everything in life—with the exception of his best friend—but he was doing so badly lately, that he had no other options left to exhaust. Hours spent studying instead of partying like everyone else he knew, hadn’t helped Yejun at all. And he was tired of spending all his time cooped up in his room when he could just admit defeat and ask for assistance with his school work. Xinya was nice and approachable—he also trusted her to actually help him, and not mock his inability to cope. “If I said everything, would you throw me out right now?” he asked in a joking manner, but he was far from kidding.

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it’s unexpected to some how he finds comfort in the art of dance, but jaewon chooses to breathe it like it’s air (probably because everything else to do with university leaves him suffocating). a step into the dance studio, headphones plugged in and a hand tucked in his hoodie pocket as he sets his bag down is enough to cast eyes his way. most of them belong to the younger years, curious to see why his name always kicks up such a fuss and he’s not in the mood to be babysitting so he throws them a mildly irritated look, tinged with enough poison to leave them looking away for now. it’s with a less venomous look that he glances at the people in his year, or at least those that he’s grown close enough (as close as he could without them making a run for it) to maintain some decent conversation with. he ducks down, tying his laces before a shadow falls across him and his gaze is drawn up, up, up to meet yejun’s. he arches an eyebrow expectantly, looking a faint mixture of amused and bemused. “ are you with me today? 

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“You mean you haven’t yet seen what they’re gonna make us do?” His lips purse, a whistle issuing from between them seconds later while Yejun crouches next to his companion and directs his gaze towards the leaflet held in hand. It details the instructions for their impending partnership, and the styles of dance that will be expected from them, including salsa, samba, and hip hop—sort of a fusion. The dance will be one of the most intimate and possibly sexually charged ones Yejun has ever shared with anyone, and the fact that he’ll be performing with someone he has a sneaking suspicion is gay or at least bi, makes things all the more insane. “Some upcoming competition we’re expected to participate in, to instill a good measure of rivalry in the younger dancers, so… we gotta win this. I think we’ll do it well, but… we’re gonna have to practise, a lot. You any good with those styles?” Yejun wasn’t trying to be rude, nor did he doubt his partner's skills as a dancer—they were well-known throughout the university, after all—but he found himself curious, all the same.

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A broke college student, through and through, for the most part. Passed grants and the occasional pay rise, he had nothing to his name and even less to show for it. Perhaps why he was shopping for cucumbers and lubricant; a strange combination, but he had his reasons. The male turned to look around, chocolate gaze seeking an opinion, before another popped out and he pounced at the opportunity. “I’m going to steal you for just a moment, is that cool? Too late,” Lukas spoke in a near rush, suddenly holding up two cucumbers. One longer though thinner, the other shorter though girthier. “Which one should I shove up my ass? I don’t wanna waste my money and buy both, but this is an important decision.”

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Yejun’s evening shopping trip was for one item, and one item only; whiskey. With the weekend fast approaching, and classes leaving him feeling swamped and mentally exhausted, he needed some time for himself. Ever conscious of his irresponsible—and oftentimes shameful—behaviour when intoxicated, he usually steered well clear of alcohol, but tonight his roommate would be gone. At least he hoped so anyway, or they were going to bear witness to some of the craziest shit they'd ever see. His tolerance had taken a hit after refraining for so long, so the evening's possibilities were endless. Casting his gaze over the various labels lining the shelves, Yejun was wholly unprepared for the familiar countenance of one Lukas Song, popping into his field of vision. With the items held aloft, right under his chin, the dancer's attention didn’t remain on the other man’s face for long. Taking an involuntary step backward, Yejun's eyes grew comically wide with the query, cheeks flushing deep crimson and lips parting to move around unspoken syllables before he even managed to utter a sound. “What?”

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- &&. It was Saturday. Midday. Xinya had been awake and working since 8AM, and her mind was going numb from the continuous essay marking. She needed a break, but also couldn’t risk falling behind, the students were due to recieve their marks the following Monday. Groaning, Xinya swivled in her office chair. Giving into temptation she mindlessly began scrolling through Instagram and other useless social media apps. It wasn’t productive, but it was a very welcomed break, even if it was a small one.  “Come in!” Xinya replies to the knock at her door that wasn’t even finished yet. You know what they say - teachers have eyes on the back of their head.

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Yejun stood at the teacher’s door for a long while, breath held and fist raised, poised to knock. He knew Xinya wasn’t as awful as some would have him think, but the nerves were present all the same. He’d been struggling to keep up in class lately, feeling a little swamped with all the extra work that’d been thrust upon him in the last few weeks. The majority of his focus had been on dance, so every other class he attended was suffering, and so were his grades—something both his parents just wouldn’t accept. He had to shape up, or he’d be shipped out. Fearing failure, he figured it couldn’t hurt to ask a teacher for help. Steeling himself for rejection, Yejun rapped his knuckles lightly on the door, then slipped silently into the room once permitted, his hesitant gaze shifting to his teachers. “Hi, I uh…” his voice wavered, words trailing off as a hand rose to rub anxiously at his nape, weight shifting unconsciously between his feet. “Could I trouble you for some extra tuition?”

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Hi, there all! Feel free to call me Nini! This is my baby, Yejun! I’ll post some important info about him below. I won’t ramble too much—like I usually do—and just get straight to the point with him... and Kai! I wanna thank you right off the bat for reading. Give it a like, and I will hit you up to plot. Thanks, again, guys! 

[MALE] that’s YEJUN BAE, right? HE look kinda like KIM JONGIN. i heard that they’re a STUDENT that is studying DANCE. their powers are super cool! they have INVISIBILITY, although it’s probably pretty hard to control, considering they’re only TWENTY-ONE. i’ve heard they can be PEDANTIC & ABRUPT but also PROTEAN & WITTY. hopefully they like it here. 

ABOUT

Yejun was born and raised in Yeosu, South Korea. (I am happy for him to have moved to Seoul at some point for connections though!) 

His mother was a non-existent entity in his life practically seconds after his birth, leaving his father to raise him alone. His dad being a prominent judge, ensured that Yejun wanted for nothing—they lived a rather opulent existence.

When Yejun was two years old, he took an interest in ballet after his father dragged him to a recital one evening when he couldn’t find a babysitter and didn’t want to miss out on a night out. Not long after that, his dad signed him up for classes, hoping it would keep Yejun out of trouble the older he grew.

It was there that his father met the love of his life—Yejun’s dance tutor—and the kid quickly found himself with two fathers to raise him. The nature of his dads relationship was kept quiet, however, along with the fact that they were basically a family of mutants.

Yejun didn’t even know what a mutant was, growing up, but he certainly felt every inch the outsider at school. He was bullied for his love of ballet, and because everyone in the neighbourhood knew his biological father lived with another man.

Noticing this, his father took him to self-defence classes so he’d at least stand a chance against the cruel kids in his class. It worked, and people stopped bullying him as much, but at the same time, people in general just steered clear of Yejun altogether. Other parents didn’t want their children mingling with someone who lived with two dads.

It was a lonely existence for the child, made even worse when he learned that he shared the same ability as his father; invisibility. He started to show signs of his power when he was still just a child, and fearing it would get out at school, his father had him home schooled until he was twelve.

During his time spent at home, he’d play in the garden alone, and that was where he met his best friend. The only person in the world who truly understood him—the neighbour boy. Before long, the pair were attached at the hip, spending all their free time together, and becoming a pillar of strength for one another. Especially since Yejun figured out he was in fact, gay. He fought it for a long time, but eventually realised he was depriving himself of a proper life.

When high school finally rolled around, Yejun opted to attend, against his fathers advice. He discovered, however, that perhaps his dad was right. The kids there were just as awful as the ones he’d met when he was still just a child. But he managed to make a few lasting friendships there. 

After high school, there was only one place he wanted to go; Jungyeo University. It was somewhere he could feel like a regular student, without others avoiding him because he was a dancer, had gay fathers or the fact that he could turn himself invisible at the drop of a hat. It was somewhere to belong for the first time in his life.

Dance was the only escape he’d ever known, and because he threw himself into it 100%, he missed many opportunities to feel “normal.” He was desperate to escape the lonely reality that he’d known for the majority of his life, so when the chance to join a college filled with people just like himself, arose, he was quick to apply.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Best friend! People always assume they’re dating, they’re so close! The only person he’s truly himself around. 

Buddies from high school. 

Bullies from high school. 

Dance partner/s. 

Firsts. Kiss/time/love. 

Exes. On good & bad terms. (there wouldn’t be too many of these.)

Cousins! (he’d have a lot of them!)

FWB. (truthfully, he wouldn’t have many of these. He prefers sex with feelings.)

Frenemies. 

Dance rivals. 

Confidant. 

Bad influence on him. 

Good influence on him. 

Crushes. 

Fake date. He played boyfriend for someone. 

Friendzoned. 

Someone he shares sexual tension with. Sort of will they, won’t they. 

The only girl he’s ever slept with. THEY ARE NOW CLOSE BUDDIES! She don’t take his shit.