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The rising sun that peeked out of the clouds in the pale blue sky outside the window was blinding -almost too blinding for the liking of Kim Myungsoo, no matter how nice it would look in a photograph. The rays which spilled in had him to squint his eyes to look at what was in front of him, and the radiating heat from them gave his body temperature and additional boost -not that it wasn’t warm enough already. It was going to be a cranky day, he decided as he remembered what his teacher had told him earlier that morning:

“There’s going to be a new addition to our class, and I’d like you be his guide. Surely a quiet student like you would want a new friend as well, wouldn’t you?”

Myungsoo resisted scoffing and pointing out that they weren’t in elementary school. As much as he hated to socialize, he would not want to write ten paragraphs on why he left the new student stranded at a random part of school.

The sudden cracked voice calling for him sharply interrupted his thoughts, as he looked up and at the door to see an unfamiliar tall guy with neatly styled chestnut brown hair -the new student, he finally realized after staring blankly at him for a few seconds. He stood up, and after dusting his uniform he walked towards him. He smiled discreetly and briefly introduced himself. “I’m Kim Myungsoo, but I’d like it if you would call me L,” he paused, only to realize he had not found out the boy’s name yet, “you are…?” He trailed off, awaiting for an answer.

Opposites Attract || Myungsoo & Sungyeol

Sungyeol stares blankly at his homeroom teacher, attempting to absorb the information the elder was giving him. The information, unfortunately, went in one ear and back out the other. He really didn’t care much about classroom procedures and the curriculum and such, he just wants the day to begin and end as quickly as possible so he can book it back to his dorm room and hide. He wasn’t shy, far from it; it just felt utterly uncomfortable for him, transferring near the end of the school year and all. Friendships have already been established long ago, he didn’t think he’d be able to make any.

Snapping out of his trance, he looks down at the papers his teacher is handing to him: a loose-leaf with his schedule and a map of the campus printed in a light salmon colour. He thanks him and starts walking out of the faculty lounge, only to have his teacher stop him to give him one last piece of information. If you need someone to show you around, ask Kim Myungsoo, I’ve already asked him if he was able to show you around. Thanking him once again, Sungyeol bolts out the door and heads to his homeroom.

He enters the classroom, a bit anxious and very nervous. Everyone in the room is talking or minding their own, not noticing him in the slightest. He sighs, relieved. It was still early; he figured he should explore the campus a bit. Remembering his teacher’s words, he decides it would be a good idea to find this Kim Myungsoo fellow.

Rather than asking someone in the classroom like a sensible person, he figures it would be quicker to just make an announcement.

“Excuse me… Is Kim Myungsoo present at the moment?” His voice cracks much to his embarrassment.

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Myungsoo cringed as he forced himself not to make eye contact with the boy who was spewing vulgarities at him. Discreetness was always his priority, and never had he encountered someone as rowdy as the buff guy standing in front of him.

The crisp crumpling sound of the papers on the floor made his heart ache in pain and anger -that would be one extra essay page to write. Testing his own -or the boy’s patience was not a good move, he thought. He boiled inside, but forced himself to keep a straight face. Before he could even react or yell at a particular someone, the beverage in the boy’s hands poured on him, leaving him with the damp left side of his blouse sinking into his skin and a chilly sensation on the wet areas of him. Myungsoo indeed has underestimated this boy, and he certainly drew the last straw. He rose up from his seat so swiftly the chair fell over. His eyes burned with rage as he glared at the boy and through his clenched teeth he muttered,

“Haven’t you fucking had enough?”

Contrary || Junho & Myungsoo

“You better pray you fucking didn’t.” Junho said through clenched teeth as he kept his piercing gaze on the male.Was he not going to run? Junho could lightly sense something other than the challenging gaze the “aloof” boy in front of him had. “I knocked your documents off the table. Are you not going to do anything about it?” With his lips stilled quirked up in a mocking smile, Junho stepped onto one of the papers, grinding his shoe against it to make sure he left a print on the crisp sheet.

“Are you going to do anything about that, peasant? Are you not pissed that I’m basically fucking up your homework?” Junho questioned again. It was silent in the cafe, all eyes gazed on the two boys. It was amazing how the manager never came in yet. “Or better yet…Are you not going to do anything about this.” Junho took off the lid to his cooling drink and placed it aside. Then, he tossed the drink at the boy, hoping to make a mess on him rather than the table. This wasn’t about the stupid seat anymore, no, that would be ridiculous in Junho’s eyes. The boy challenged him, this was his natural way of fighting back. It wouldn’t be until the other man had given up that Junho would stop tormenting him…Or until the manager came in and kicked them out. Until then, bullying the other would be his first source of entertainment.

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Myungsoo’s cute gwiyomi player ∩(︶▽︶)∩

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Para Tracker

Replying:

Sungyeol

Suzy

Junho

Waiting:

Krystal

Dara

Plotting:

No one. Drop me an ask if you want to para :)

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Myungsoo listened to the hollow sounds made by his finger softly tapping on the guitar as he watched Suzy ponder over the rough notes he had scribbled, before jotting down lyrics to fit them. He skimmed through the words -a typical cheesy love song, he thought- then got the guitar ready when he was asked to play it.

With the help of Suzy Myungsoo played the chords out, the words running with the song in his mind. He occasionally stopped at awkward places to adjust the notes, then smoothly going through them once again. Once he was done with the notes so far he put the guitar down, waiting for Suzy to comment on anything about the song. It finally seemed like they were progressing, after what seemed like forever.

Breaking The Wall || Myungsoo & Suzy

‘Pull yourself together,’ Suzy told herself as the tension between them seemed to grow larger instead of the reverse. It was just supposed to be a simple task between two people. Something that could be finished within two or three days yet she’s making everything complicated. There are a lot of far more important things that require her attention, and it is not in her list to be a disappointment to anyone.

Watching as the other walked over to fetch the dreaded guitar, which they even fought over a while ago, the brunette remained silent in her seat, fiddling the pen between her fingers. Her actions were spontaneous and childish, she should have used her mind first before acting. Suzy still kept her mouth shut as Myungsoo started to write notes, who would have thought he’s good at it, she once tried partaking in writing but Juniel did most of the work anyway. After quite a while of sharing a good stare at the paper, the sophomore took it and tried to continue the notes he started, adding words, which were to be lyrics, in their metaphorical states. Love songs are always like that, right? As if one is trying to place reality inside fantasy. “Try to play the notes,” she suggested, holding out the paper for him to see. The faster they finish, the earlier she can get back to her room and that way, she can smack herself right in the head for all her impromptu actions this day.