#gnxdahyun

[gnxdivaheechul]

gnxdahyun:

[/ She smiles and poses a little.] That’s me! [/ She quickens her step so she’s not being fully dragged by the other.] We’ll make it on time, and plus, I know just how to get my way…. Just in case someone else has the shoes we’d want.. [/ She smirks a little as she walks.]

{ `he quickens his pace to a light jog as he scrambles through the automatic doors of the school's entrance. He glances over his shoulder to ensure the student hadn't fallen onto her knees and nods his head excitedly } You do that Dahyun! For every beautiful shoe you find gyohsoonim that's a hundred extra bonus points in the class!

[gnxdivaheechul]

[/ walks over to you and taps your shoulder] Gyohsoonim.... [/ she tilts her head to the side a little] Did you forget about our shopping trip? [/ places her hands on her hips and tries to look serious, but fails miserably and ends up laughing.]

{ `looks down when he feels a tap at his shoulder and cocks an eyebrow } Oh! It’s Dahyun sweetie! { `he grabs her into a light hug and pats her back } Ah, one of my favorite students—knows when to keep her mouth shut and actually listens! { `he pulls away and grabs onto her hand, and begins dragging her down the hallway } Come on! The sale’s almost over! And every bitch in Seoul is probably parading around the damn shoe department already!

[gnxdivaheechul]

♠ Baby 101 Class // Calisthenics Exercises ♠

9:35 AM. Dance Studio 32-B.

Chlorine. Lots of it. Enough to make human nostrils sting upon immediate contact. The powerful scent lingered in the enclosed space since the wooden floor, a pale shade of honey, had been buffed to perfection by the school janitor this morning. The spotless floor was even coated with a handsome sheen which allowed a dancer’s foot to glide effortlessly across the wooden panels. Against the front wall of the cavernous room stood a high panel of mirrors, and towards the opposite of the reflective wall, a jumbled mass of equipment stacked chaotically upon the floor. Looking almost like a giant landfill had dumped its trash into the studio. The mound of junk contained peculiar items protruding from the heap, like large rubber loops and wooden boards leaning against the wall. These items were, of course, hastily selected by the scatterbrained professor for today’s lesson, as evident by the crash pile he had thrown them into. His students were certainly in for a surprise once they saw what was at the bottom of it...

Another strong aroma was competing with the chlorine saturated into the floor, a lighter fragrance which followed the professor’s footsteps as he stomped towards the open center of the room. A hefty dousing of vanilla sprung from within his shirt collar, and as usual, his baby blue shirt was ironed to perfection and tucked neatly into his white sweatpants which clung tightly onto his ass like a pair of lecherous hands. In his open palm laid a stack of playing cards which were neatly folded atop each other, his bored fingertips lifting up the thin cards and releasing them back down in a slideshow of flipping edges. His pale face wore a tight expression, his full lips pursed together as if he had better things to be doing at this moment than waiting impatiently for his students to arrive. He sighed gently as he briskly flipped up the edge of the stack yet again, his neck flipping a loose curl away from his eyes, “I’m giving them like...” He raised his arm before his face and inspected the watch fastened around his wrist, “Humph, 30 seconds before I lock this damn door and make them beg to come in.” His red lips curved into a smile as he chuckled at the thought, his low chuckles echoing throughout the room like thunder...

{{ooc: this is a group para}}