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hey guys ! so i’m going to be on hiatus until june 23rd ! this is for both acayoungjae and yugyeom. because school for me is going to end pretty soon ( three weeks ! ) and i have finals coming up and multiple projects that teachers are giving to try to boost up grades and a research paper. by the 23rd i hope to be up and running again for both yug and youngjae. i’ll still be here to plot and stuff, so you can message me here or on my twitter ( @kgyeoms ). over the time i’ll be gone i’ll try to make time over the weekends to work on the replies/starters and the k memes i owe ( which btw, the k memes are closed for both yug and youngjae ! ) so when i get back i won’t be overwhelmed with replies/starters. if you wanna know if i’ve finished whatever i owe you i have this tracker here that i update pretty often ! i’m sorry to everyone that i owe starters to, i’ll get to them as soon as i can when i have time. i love you all lots ♡ !!

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i want the k!!

awkward smooches —- then there’s tongue ( 21 ) // accepting !

      yugyeom had affection for soonyoung, but he never figured it would end up in them kissing ( with all of the scandalous details ) in the closet. after agreeing to play seven minutes in heaven ( a game he thought was never going to mentioned after high school ), he found himself spinning the bottle nervously, hoping it wouldn’t end up on someone he didn’t know, or someone he barely knew. 

        when it landed on soonyoung, yugyeom was relieved, thinking it’d just be seven minutes of the two of them talking about anything that popped into their minds ( whispering, of course ). the moment they were ( harshly ) pushed into closet, he heard someone outside yell, ‘ your seven minutes start now ! ’ yugyeom gave soonyoung a smile, ‘ so, what sho– ’ his hushed voice was cut off by his friend’s lips ( which, yugyeom noted that they were very soft ), pressing with eagerness, deepening the kiss.

        his brain didn’t register what was happening at first before getting into it, returning soonyoung’s passion. yugyeom didn’t know what came over him, he wasn’t drunk, and he wasn’t particularly in the mood. and as far as he knew, soonyoung wasn’t drunk either ( he didn’t taste like alcohol ). pushing all thoughts aside, his arms wrapped around soonyoung, giving him a soft squeeze indicating that soonyoung should be closer.

        usually yugyeom was more flustered in these types of situations, and he wasn’t sure why there weren’t butterflies in his stomach telling him to stop ( maybe it was because he didn’t want it to stop ). in fact, he felt like he could stay there forever ( a word that he always thought of whenever he was with soonyoung ). however, when the same person who called their beginning time yelled ‘ two minutes ! ’, soonyoung pulled away, making yugyeom whine softly. 

         he heard his friend laugh at his reaction, making him pout, whispering, ‘ don’t laugh at me, soonyoung… �� soonyoung’s response was another laugh, telling yugyeom that he was “too cute” ( his exact words were, ‘ i’m sorry, but you’re too cute yugy. sorry if i made you uncomfortable. ’ ). he shook his head, ‘ it was… interesting, not uncomfortable. ’

         no, it wasn’t yugyeom’s first kiss, but it was his first kiss with a man ( with one of his closest friends of all people, not that yugyeom minded ). he heard the door unlock, feeling soonyoung pull away before the door opened fully. ‘ time ! ’ the same person yelled before asking, ‘ so… anything interesting happen? ’

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I want the K

awkward smooches —- cheek kiss ( 2 ) // accepting !

      it had been a long time since yugyeom’s first meeting with jennie during an audition for one of the groups that both of them wanted to make ( whether they got in or not is classified ). their friendship from there had only blossomed, and having her around made yugyeom calmer ( maybe it was because of their first meeting ). she was always there for him, and when more tests came up for him, she opted to take him out to take his mind off all the stress.

       so, that was what she did, she planned a calming, fun, day for the two of them. when she told him about the plans, he was pretty content with said plans, a little picnic together and then a small dance session in any practice room that was open. the picnic was simple and the weather was perfect for it. before the picnic they had met up to make some of the food together, yugyeom bringing a blanket for them to sit and eat on. that part of their plan was filled with laughter, smiles, and catching up ( they didn’t have many similar classes, so they didn’t have much time to see each other in school ). 

       after the picnic, they walked to the arts building to claim one of the practice rooms. when the building was in sight, they both ran towards it as a competition to see who was faster ( she won ). when finally they got into the practice room, they set themselves up to dance. ‘ hey, what song do you wanna play? ’ he questioned, looking towards her, ‘ oh ! how about i play one song and then you put on another? ’ he scrolled through his playlist, finally just pressing shuffle ( there were too many to choose from for him ). 

       the beat of the song started, and when he started to move to the beat, he noticed that she was too. they let silence ( a good silence ) fall between them, just dancing to the music. this went on for an hour or two, exchanging a few words in between songs ( ‘ do you know this artist? ’ ‘ no, what’s their name? ’ ). by the end, they were on the floor, out of breath. jennie laid on the floor, looking at the ceiling, and yugyeom was sitting, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face before joining jennie lying on the floor. 

     ‘ that was fun ! ’ he said, ‘ we should do this again sometime. ’ he look towards her, watching her as she nodded her head in agreement. a soft smile creeped onto his face, he leaned in, giving her a peck on the cheek, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. ‘ thank you for today, jennie ! ’

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I want the K

awkward smooches —- chest kiss ( 12 ) // accepting !

     the party scene was never really one that yugyeom followed very often ( the club scene was different, yugyeom usually went there to dance with his friends ). but this particular party he was at was special, but he couldn’t put his finger as to why it was special ( honestly he was a little too buzzed to remember ). he found himself not really caring why he was there, or why he was dancing on the dance floor suddenly ( he would care in the morning, though ). 

     he danced on the dance floor until he felt too tired to dance. when that time came, he went towards the kitchen to grab another drink. if he was more conscious of his choices, he would’ve chosen water, but being a little bit drunk already, he just wanted a little bit more. taking a beer bottle from the kitchen counter, he leaned against it for a little bit. 

      he felt another presence next to him, and he looked at the person who took the empty spot next to him. the person looked familiar, but if that person asked him for their name, he wouldn’t be able to answer it. but he, surprisingly, held a pretty decent conversation with them, talking about school and the clubs that they were in. if it wasn’t for the alcoholic smell he had, people would probably think yugyeom was sober ( his drunk stutters were similar to his sober ones ). 

      he found the person he was talking to taking out their phone, opening the snapchat application, using the camera facing in. without thinking, he stood up straighter, bending down to be in the shot. he put up the peace sign, eyes closed, with his lips puckered ( into the duck face ). in the midst of everything, he felt someone pat him on the back a little too hard, making him lose his footing, puckered lips meeting with someone’s chest. 

      pulling back, he looked up at the person he had just accidentally kissed on the chest. the male looked older than him ( way older ), and it scared yugyeom because of his sudden mistake of kissing his chest. ‘ i... i’m really... really sorry ! ’

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'I want the K'

awkward smooches —- stomach kiss ( 13 ). // accepting !

     there was something about jimin that made yugyeom a little uneasy. nothing about him being a bad person, but more about the intimacy that he always initiated ( and yugyeom would never get used to it ). yugyeom wasn’t very into skinship with strangers,  and he didn’t really know jimin ( but with his friends he was more comfortable, so skinship might be common ). so… how did he end up in this situation? face as red as a tomato, somehow not being able to refuse giving jimin a kiss on his stomach. 

     there were very few things that yugyeom was confident about ( this is a lie, he wasn’t very confident in himself ), and kissing was one of them. just the idea of intimacy made his stomach flutter from nervousness. instead of thinking of ways to avoid the kiss, his mind went to worries about if jimin would enjoy the kiss. how could yugyeom make jimin’s experience pleasurable ( not in the sexual way, though )? 

      his fingers fidgeted anxiously, hands moving to grab jimin’s hand and lead him into his bedroom ( somewhere comfortable for jimin to lay ). when they got there, he gently pushed jimin onto the bed ( or, well, tried to, his gentleness didn’t exactly make jimin move ). he softly ( quietly, shyly, there were many ways to describe it ) asked jimin to lay down on the bed, face getting even redder than before ( was it even possible for a person’s face to get that red? ). 

       he watched jimin get on the bed, lying on his back. any words spoken between them were drowned out by yugyeom’s nervousness, shaky hands gently grabbing the end of jimin’s shirt. yugyeom closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves ( it didn’t work ). slowly, he moved jimin’s shirt so his stomach was exposed. ‘ i… i’m… i’m sorry this won’t be good… ’ he whispered softly, gripping jimin’s shirt a little tighter. 

        after what felt like forever, he finally leaned down, moving his face towards jimin’s exposed stomach. he puckered his lips ( a little awkwardly ), placing a gentle kiss on jimin’s stomach. yugyeom quickly ( as quick as that kiss was ) moved away, pulling jimin’s shirt down on the way, putting his head in his hands. how was he going to face jimin ever again? 

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dance auditionee —- jennie.

jennie chuckled and shook her head. “true, but won’t it feel great to get in when everyone else is really good too?” sometimes, getting things easily wasn’t as fun to jennie. she liked getting something because she worked hard for it. this was no different. “but i think you’ll be fine! there’s no need to worry,” she smiled, hoping that all her words hadn’t turned the situation backwards even more.

“yugyeom,” she repeated as she nodded her head. “it’s a pleasure to meet you. do you, um, go to university around here or?” she thought he had mentioned something earlier, but she had been meeting so many people as of late that she didn’t really know if that was accurate.

       he nodded his head in agreement, smiling, ‘ that is true ! if it was easy to get in then i guess they’re not really pushing us as dancers... ’ if everyone got in, then there was no real test of skill and everyone might not be able to dance together as a group. the idea of an audition scared yugyeom, but he knew that if he got in, then he could be a little bit more confident because... the judges chose him for a reason, right? ‘ ah... thank you ! i think... we’ll both get in, ’ he looked at her hopefully. 

        he nodded, he understood that someone people came from different places for this audition ( which, honestly made him more nervous ). ‘ oh... yeah ! i go to bidulgi as a dance major, ’ he said proudly, smiling at her ( he loved being a part of the dance department ). ‘ what about you? ’

➳ dance to your heart’s content

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film extraordinaire —- jaepark.

jp enjoyed most–if not every–assignment that required him to film others. he recorded people going about their days on campus in his spare time, so assignments like this never actually felt like classwork. usually, he captured people rushing from place to place, varying levels of nervousness in their expression as they concerned themselves with being on-time to class; the opportunity to see students focused on their passions was something he didn’t get from his miscellaneous filming times in the courtyard and hallways.

and it was exciting to be given freedom. he went from person to person with his camera blinking its little red light at their freestyling forms. he tried his best not to make any awed noises when someone pulled a move he didn’t even know it was possible, but he figured if anything from behind the camera could be heard in the playback, he could strip the audio and work his editing magic.

there was one dancer, however, whose expression seemed all too familiar. he looked worried, like someone who forgot their backpack and didn’t realize until they were almost to their classroom’s door. jp aimed his camera down, at the dancer’s shoes and away from his face. he often struggled with approaching someone and speaking to them, but he couldn’t continue his work until he talked to this person, so… talking to the dancer was a definite must.

fighting off his anxiety, he asked shyly, “um… are you okay with being in the shot?”

    the sudden voice made yugyeom jump ( well, stop practicing his moves mid-jump ), turning towards the person. ‘ ah... ’ how did yugyeom answer that question? he made a mental list of what could happen if he said no. he knew his professor would be a little disappointed in him ( because the professor wanted everyone shot to show off the different dancing skills ). he also knew it would cause some trouble for the filming students because they would have to either personally edit him out, or just avoid him, or even worse, the professor would make him sit out for the day. 

    ‘ uh... sure... ! ’with his mental list, he figured it would be better to just say yes. it wouldn’t cause that much trouble for anyone ( maybe for him a little, but he would get over it ). he stood there for a moment, looking at the ground, then at his classmates being filmed by certain film students. ‘ oh... uh... did... did you want to film me? ’ he figured if everyone else was taken, he’d be the only choice left so be filmed ( maybe the other film students thought he wasn’t available for filming ). 

     ‘ ah... do you... need me to stand anywhere... specific? like... for lighting or something? ’

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dancing inspiration —- soonyoung.

IT’S no secret that soonyoung sees the world in yugyeom, adores him to bits and constantly compliments him until he runs out of those. he’s just so in awe of such a young individual who has the ability to accomplish so many things, and he has so much admiration for him that he honestly cannot put in words. usually, soonyoung keeps his feelings to himself, but he never hesitates when it comes to expressing his respect for the younger. 

“shh, you’re amazing. if there was an award for best dancer at bidulgi, no contest that it’d go to you,” he flashes a grin. it had always been like this, constant bantering and praises showered that were meant for each other, but it was always clear that they thought highly of the other. "damn, your choreography is great, you gotta teach me one day!“ he tugs yugyeom down to the floor to sit along with him, and he lays out the food they have in front of them.

“of course i’m the best,” he says, eyebrows raised. “no one else is gonna buy you food and treat you to dinner like me!!” he’s joking, of course, but it’s with a genuine smile and he holds out a piece of hotteok for yugyeom. “ah, my favourite freshman. dig in! and then we can continue on where we left off earlier on.”

        when yugyeom’s compliment towards soonyoung was shot down, turned into one towards him, he pouted. he was yet to get used to their back and forth conversations where they basically just complimented each other the whole time ( but, neither of them would accept the compliment ). ‘ there are way more amazing dancers at bidulgi compared to me, ’ he crossed his arms, pout still on his face, mumbling, ‘ like you... or momo... ’ naming a few other people he knew from the dance department ( he would never say he was super good because he always knew had more to learn from his peers and friends ). 

         he shook his head at soonyoung’s comment, ‘ you don’t have to treat me to dinner ! ’ he never liked it when he friends paid for him, mostly because he believed that if he had the money to buy it himself, he shouldn’t use other people’s money. plus, he would always feel bad because if whatever it was the other person was paying for was expensive, there was no way yugyeom could ever repay them. he rushed to his bag, fishing his wallet out, rushing back over to soonyoung.

          he waved his hand to refuse the hotteok, not until soonyoung told him how much everything costed so he could pay back half. then he would happily eat the food, and better yet, with soonyoung.  ‘ so, how much was the food? i’m not going to eat until you tell me ! ’ 

— hypnotic.

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

chivalrousxhybrid:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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unfortunate situation —- wooseok.

a starter for @acayug​

wooseok was having a great day at first. he got to sleep in, lounge around, and he finally got to take a nice hot shower. everything had been going great – up until jisoo had said she had a surprise for him. being the gullible, foolish boy that he was, he had eagerly followed her to the front door after having just stepped out of the bathroom, clad in nothing but a large white towel. she insisted it was out front and wooseok opened the door.

he walked right outside, without hesitation. he looked around, but frowned when he saw nothing. “jisoo i don’t see-” and that’s when he heard the door slam behind him and the lock click. his eyes widened, dread filling him from his head down to his toes. “no, no jisoo!” he yelled, banging on the door. “seriously?” he groaned. he knew he probably deserved it. he didn’t know why yet, but he knew that jisoo would have a reason.

so here he stood outside the front door of his apartment. he groans and knocks on the door some more, “jisoo let me in, what if someone sees me?” he suddenly gripped his towel, whispering in horror, “what if my towel falls down?” he whines like a small child. “this isn’t funny.”

he realizes a little too late that jisoo isn’t opening the door any time soon, and he is also very aware of the street to his right. oh god someone could see me. of course they would have the apartment with the door right in front of the balcony, where any passerby could easily see him at one of his most vulnerable moments.

he nearly gasps when the situation fully settles in. jisoo really is evil.

       yugyeom hummed on his way back to his dorm, he had ended up having a nice day out buying some things that he desperately needed. some things he got for his dancing, some bandaids and other medical supplies, and some food. he would call it a pretty successful day in his opinion, being able to get a lot of things in a span of a few hours, and heading home to organize his things, or rather, put the food away so it didn’t spoil. 

     however, on his way, he passed by an apartment complex, and unfortunately for yugyeom, he made the mistake of looking through the glass door when he heard the muffled slam of a door inside. he saw a male ( probably older than him, he thought ), in nothing but a towel. his face turned a bright shade of pink, and he debated whether or not he should just leave the man standing there, obviously in destress. 

     he decided, he couldn’t do that ( not because he wanted to, but he really couldn’t ). he went through the door slowly, trying not to make too much noise to attract attention towards himself. when he was inside, he softly cleared his throat, eyes gazing towards the floor. ‘ um... ’ he spoke softly, ‘ i... saw you were... y’know... and was wondering if... if you wanted me to go to a store to get you something... to.. y’know... cover up? ’

❛ ✰ half-naked on the balcony . *

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a familiar face —- wonho.

Hoseok knew that look. The look of someone who’s trying to make sense, an internal fight with their brain and body, trying to keep sober but knowing that alcohol and the environment had been taking them too far already.

It was almost comical that Yugyeom, of all people, would have been there. Actually it was a nice surprise to see him that good, someone comfortable in his body and overall confident.

Hoseok still could remember when the boy was bullied and how their friendship started. It shouldn’t have bring good memories, but in the end, there were some happy moments, ones that lead them to that one in particular, that was crowned by Yugyeom’s smile and the recognition on his voice (yes, because Hoseok liked to be remembered).

“I could ask you the same thing!”, he felt like yelling his words, a smile spread on his lips as he leaned closer, the much taller male now being pulled closer by his shoulder when Hoseok touched his shoulder and he could say it in his ear. “You look good. And probably everyone around think the same thing.”

Oh yeah, he could notice, judging by the looks of the people around them that they were either mad at Hoseok or jealous of him because he hit jackpot with Yugyeom.

People of course didn’t know much.

      seeing his old friend made yugyeom happy inside. and maybe it was his slightly drunken state, but he wanted to give his friend a hug, but refrained himself from doing so. sure, they had been through their own hardships when they started their friendship, but after that it was smooth sailing. in fact, wonho had ended up being one of yugyeom’s best friends in high school, and of course, he could never forget him. not with the impact he left on yugyeom. 

      ‘ oh ! i came here with a friend, ’ a friend in his dance class to celebrate a successful performance. his smile never wavered from his face, not caring about other people’s stares around the two of them ( it wasn’t called liquid confidence for no reason ). he shook his head, ‘ i doubt other people think i look good. but you look really good wonho ! ’ he was happy to see how much his friend had grown over the years, especially after they parted from high school. 

     ‘ so where do you go now, after high school? ’ he asked, curious because he wanted to know if it was anywhere close to bidulgi. if they ended up going to a school that was close ( which he figured might be true because... they’re in the same club ), yugyeom would probably try to make plans with him whenever both had free time. ‘ i’m a dance major at bidulgi ! ’

❱ the way you move; yugyeom

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weightlifting (jae)bum —- jaebum.

     there isn’t much reason for jaebum to scold yugyeom, if he didn’t want to do weights than jaebum couldn’t force him, after all, he wasn’t his gym trainer and he had already suggested yugyeom to work on gaining muscle. his experience with the army had shown him it didn’t hurt to start a bit earlier. but it seemed that yugyeom was a bit worried that jaebum wouldn’t allow him to do what he want. with a soft sign, jaebum readjusted the cap on his head as he began to mull over what to say to yugyeom.

     oh this kid had no idea on to even start gaining muscles. jaebum’s brows furrowing as he observed yugyeom began to fiddle with the gym equipment he was stationed at. another sign begins to grow within his chest - he wasn’t aware that yugyeom was this new to gaining muscles, maybe he should find a trainer to give him a more basic routine.squatting down, jaebum glances at the other his expression softening. “ yugyeom-yah don’t force yourself to start with something so difficult, come on don’t look so down.”

     “ did you even check how much you were lifting? come on let’s go to the dumbbells, we can always sort of small, no harm in that.” there was no harm in wanting to stick to one’s route, but alas im jaebum didn’t take kindly to giving up something new so soon. “ let’s try the dumbbells for a bit.” he gestures for the younger to follow him towards the said equipment, a soft hum escaping his lips kneeling down to grab one of the lighter dumbbells for yugyeom. “ we can go eat afterwards, don’t worry.”

       jaebum’s soft tone made yugyeom slightly shocked, there were only a few times he had actually heard his friend’s soft tone of voice. he wasn’t sure if it was because his friend came across a little forceful by nature, or if it was just to show people that you shouldn’t mess with him. either way, yugyeom didn’t mind it. he nodded his head, giving jaebum a small smile to show that he wasn’t that upset for not being able to lift the weights. 

      jaebum’s next question made yugyeom’s cheeks flare up a bright shade of pink. he shook his head, no, he hadn’t checked how much he was trying to lift. he probably should’ve, but the moment was gone. he figured it was set to a good amount of weight, but then again, yugyeom wasn’t exactly that muscular, and couldn’t carry that much weight. when jaebum suggested going to the dumbbells, he groaned softly, standing up from the machine he was using previously to follow his friend. 

      he just really didn’t want to lift weights at all. he didn’t want to deal with it, and say yugyeom did end up gaining muscle, he didn’t want to go through the effort of maintaining that muscle. but, either way, who was he to argue with im jaebum? honestly, yugyeom was kind of scared of his friend sometimes, knowing that if he refused, he’d get scolded for not trying and asked why he even agreed to go lift weights in the first place ( a question he asked himself ). he grabbed the dumbbells that jaebum had, nodding his head at his statement. he lifted the weight, not that strained from how much it weighed, he mumbled, continuing the back and forth motion to lift the weight, ‘ i guess this isn’t so bad... ’

➳ gym buds.

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impromptu tutor —- minhyuk.

taking his laptop to the library with him turned out to be a bad idea, even if his intention had been to work on his assignments. and he did, at first, until one of his friends invited him to a game, which he graciously accepted. perhaps his second mistake had been to open up the league of legends client while doing homework. but it was too late to think about now, ten minutes into his second ranked game. minhyuk never quit, especially not when his rank was at stake and he was only one game away from promotion. ( today was going to be the day he returned to master tier, he could feel it. )

a skirmish turned into a dangerous situation when the enemy jungler showed up, and minhyuk backed up, choosing safety over a bold kill that would definitely get him killed as well. it wasn’t worth giving the shutdown to them, and he still had teleport up, so he could get back to lane quickly, if necessary. that was the plan, at least. but then he heard a voice right next to him and his head turned briefly, almost automatically, to see who it was. he turned back just in time to watch his screen go grey. ( pro tip: don’t stop moving during a chase — or you’ll die. ) at least death timers weren’t that long yet. positive thoughts!

“ah— hey yugyeom!” minhyuk took off his headphones and looked up at his classmate with a boyish grin. a vain attempt to hide he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. ���i’m never too busy for you. what can i help you with?”

      the quick response made yugyeom jump a little, how could minhyuk even hear him with those headphones on? and especially when he was playing a game, where the sounds were probably pretty loud? but whatever, yugyeom thought, because minhyuk didn’t seem to bothered that he had asked for some help. he returned minhyuk’s smile with a small one of his own, taking out his notebook to show to him. 

     ‘ uh... i’ve been stuck on... ’ pausing a moment to take out his packet, flipping to the page he was struggling with, ‘ this page... uh... i just kinda... never understood when the teacher was explaining it? ’ he moved to take a seat next to minhyuk, glacing at him with hopeful eyes. he was hoping that minhyuk would be able to explain the concept to him, maybe do a better job than the teacher and have yugyeom actually understand it. he understood that someone would go to the teacher to explain the concept, but he just totally didn’t understand when the teacher explained, so he figured it wouldn’t make a difference if he asked a classmate instead. 

     ‘ uh... also... thank you for helping me ! ’

➳ league of studying.

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awkward air —- jaehyun.

❝ a starter for @acayug !

jaehyun’s assigned roommate and him more or less have been completely distant. this is both figurative and literal; he sees him enter only upon moving day and then beyond this all communication is lost. the friendly attempt of a hello that’s slipped beyond his lips must have left an awkward first impression. he fears it’s tainted and they’re doomed to live out the rest of their college years in misery. even when they are together in the small dorm room space, it’s on opposite ends, never making eye contact and never even once looking up as the other’s occupancy threatens to take the entire room as their own. 

he thinks it’s sad, he’ll unlikely become close with his roommate. 

until he hears yugyeom laugh, and it carries to him as he sits by the window and reads. his eyes look at the other and then it’s curiosity that moves his legs and causes him to speak up, “what’re you watching?” 

      yugyeom hated being assigned things, partners, books to read, work in general. but he hated being assigned a roommate the most. with his quiet nature, getting to know his roommate wasn’t exactly easy, and after the first day of being together, a small greeting being exchanged by his roommate, but not responded made him feel even more awkward. how could he ignore his roommate like that? most of the time, their room was silent, and yugyeom never crossed to his side unless he accidentally left something there, and vice versa. it wasn’t the worst arrangement, but it would’ve been nice to have some communication between them. 

     when he got back to their room that day, he was tired from dance class, sitting down on his bed, taking his computer out to watch some videos of whatever he could find. he clicked on a particularly funny one, where the person on camera was eating a hot pepper with hot sauce. he watched as the scene went very wrong, not able to contain his laugh at the end. when he laughed, he covered his mouth, looking over to his roommate, all he could think about was how awkward the situation could turn out. 

      when he felt his roommate’s presence around him, looking at yugyeom’s computer screen, he looked at his roommate in slight shock ( he thought his roommate would make fun of him ). ‘ oh... uh... this... really funny video ! ’ he clicked the replay button, and shifted the computer so jaehyun could see the computer screen better. 

━ UNLIKELY FRIENDS.

[acayug-blog]

dance auditionee —- jennie.

jennie smiled, glad that he was so excited for her. or maybe not for her, but about her performance, which was nice regardless. “ah, i don’t know about that. everyone is super professional. it’s like, not high school anymore, you know?” she chuckled, not trying to scare him or anything but also not trying to blow up her ego.

“well, i do hope we both get in so that we can dance together,” she nodded her head. “also, i didn’t get your name,” she noted, realizing that they had been chatting without any sort of introduction. “i’m jennie,” she stuck out a hand for the other to shake.

       he nodded his head in understanding, a little deflated from her statement. of course it wasn’t going to be as easy as high school, most of the judges were nice, and in his school, most people got in, even if you weren’t the best at dancing. he spoke softly, ‘ i kind of wish it was like high school... easy to get in, y’know? ’ he looked at her, nodding his head in agreement, ‘ i hope we dance together too ! ’ 

       he stared at her hand for a second, her name ringing through his head. jennie. what a nice name, he thought, especially for such a nice person. he smiled, taking her hand gently, and shaking it, ‘ i’m yugyeom. ’

➳ dance to your heart’s content

[acayug-blog]

@acajaepark

      he had walked into class with unfamiliar people setting up cameras. yugyeom was slightly taken aback, did the teacher know about this and just not tell the class? he shrugged it off, putting his bag down with the rest of his classmates’ bags and began to stretch. he put his arms up, leaning back to stretch out his back, eying the people with the cameras. he figured that they must be from some sort of film class or club, but their reasoning for being in the dance department he couldn’t figure out. 

      he focused on his stretching again, hoping that he wouldn’t be on camera too much ( a little camera shy ). after stretching, he walked over to one of his classmates, asking if they knew what the filming was for. they gave him a shrug, telling him that it was probably for a school documentary or something of the sort, maybe to show other kids to promote certain majors. yugyeom thanked his classmate before losing focus watching the students set up for filming. he heard his teacher say that they would start soon, and he bit his lip softly, nervously watching as everything was almost set up. 

     when his teacher finally called for class, he got in his usual spot, listening to his teacher. his teacher told his class that they would be doing more independent stuff because of the filming, and that the students filming would have free reign on who to film. yugyeom watched as everyone dispersed and started to do their own thing, and he dropped his head, walking towards the corner area, making sure he wasn’t able to be seen.

[acayug-blog]

loves a good debate —- hyeri.

[ a royal decree for : @acayug​ ] 

↺ the debate team might as well have the busiest booth in the fair. 

it’s only natural, really. combine sleek aesthetics with premium freebies and the chance to join something prestigious, and students will come running to sign-up like moths to a flame. they’ve already surpassed last year’s number of hopefuls, and the day is far from over. 

maybe she should take a minor in marketing. she’s a natural with these kinds of things, especially with her love for being (and feeling) superior. her throat aches from repeating the same spiel over and over (dare to be with the winning team! join bidulgi’s debate varsity!), but her members (mostly junmyeon, bless him) are always ready to provide with a bottle of water.  

the crowd calms down enough for her to take a sip, and it takes a mere minute before she’s back on her feet, as lively and as enthusiastic as ever. she spots a lost-looking frosh among the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb due to his height, and that mere vision sparks an idea in her packed cranium. with finesse, she holds the bedazzled mini-megaphone tight, placing it close to her lips as she speaks her line, her voice obnoxiously cutting through a wall of chatter.: 

“you! tall boy in the hoodie! think you got what it takes to be with the winning team?” 

        he absolutely hated being around this many people at once. he didn’t even want to go to wander around the fair, he would’ve much rather stayed at his booth to promote dancing. however, his friend that was also at the booth told him to go and explore, even though yugyeom had made many claims about how the dance club would probably be his only club at bidulgi. he pulled up his hood from his hoodie, pulling on the drawstrings a bit so not many people would notice him. he just had to walk around for a few minutes and then he could go back. 

        he walked around, looking at the different booths, but only for a second, before turning away and walking away. when he stopped by the debate booth, the girl that he had heard all over the place seemed to be sitting down, so he took it as a chance to just look at it without actually being coaxed into joining. however, his luck wasn’t the best, and when he just turned to walk away, he heard the girl call over to someone. tall boy in the hoodie. 

        he froze, was she calling to him? he looked around and no one else seemed to be wearing a hoodie, and he felt his heart sink. he really just wanted to leave, but he turned around to face her anyway. ‘ uh... ’ he started, eying the people around him, giving some of them a ‘help me’ look. ‘ i... uh... i... don’t... i don’t think i have what it takes... ’

➺♕ it’s a challenge ! yg ❣ hr ↺