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[fcxsanha]

huh [/ is his succinct response when she makes a very clear point; getting him out of bed without him spending mass amounts of time fixing his attire before leaving was quite a bit of a feat now that he thinks about it again ] you're right [/ he lets out a short laugh, hand unconsciously skittering across the back of his head, matting his hair down even if it wasn't really much of a mess ] well, dunno about that -- [/ try to be a good boy? not in his system, he thinks. or he knows because he's always been adamant about distracting cute girls while they cook -- sitting idly on a chair like a 'good boy' wasn't exactly his forte. he makes up for it however since he's not much of a picky eater; not fussing around over certain ingredients in his plate has always been one of his finer traits, so to speak. he lets her quietly do her work for a few minutes, silently removing small, textile fibers from the sleeves of his black hoodie. a yawn then, and sanha lets slip an over-exaggerated noise of exhaustion, because sitting in one place isn't really doing him any good -- he slides off the stool, simultaneously calling out her name as a forewarning because he doesn't want to scare her as he shuffles up from behind ] soyoungie~ [/ his hands are shoved into his hoodie's pockets and all he does is simply rest his chin on top of her head, tall enough so that there's no strain in his neck to reach up or anything ] how long is it g'na take?

— we could make magic

(` has already begun to wash all her ingredients that require it, laying them out onto a cutting board and starting her process of cooking— because it requires concentration, detail, and grace, or something like that. she likes the school at least a little bit, so getting kicked out from starting another accidental kitchen fire isn’t exactly on her to-do list. glances up to momentarily meet his gaze, pausing to set the knife down and lean forward towards him ) well I got you here, didn’t I?  (` goes back to her meticulous cooking, attention only partially on him, her focus almost completely on not cutting herself ) if I wanted you to be bad, (` she starts with a mutter, still keeping her eyes off of him ) I would have asked you to cook instead. (` an easy smile [or, maybe it was more of a smirk] curves her lips ) or I would have suggested we involve ourselves in other activities. but alas, I didn’t, so, do try and be good for me, hmm? 

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[/ sort of starry-eyed (or something close to it) because bohyung makes his heart squeeze sometimes ]

[/ only sometimes] fuck no -- [/ 10,000 won ] you lost it on purpose didn't you, you little shit [/ scrambles into sitting position and stares up at her with an accusing face ] when i got you that necklace, i also gave you my heart -- [/ clutches chest (never-ending theatrics tbh) ]

all twenty-five cents of my heart.

sassafras

in your dreams. [makes gagging gesture] makes me lose brain cells, oppa. and the will to live. [peace sign near her face all cute-like sorta]

[watches as sanha falls to the ground all dramatic-like with nonchalant expression on her face before she glances down at her nails because watching paint dry was preferable to this probs]

i’m gonna dance on your grave, oppa. [tilts her head as she examines her nails] i think someone stole that necklace you got me by the way. the real expensive one.

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yes, yes [/ sanha nods with an insincere solemn expression on his face as chanyeol dejectedly admits to his non-existent love life, continuing to rearrange the boy's hair out of his own accord ] well... [/ he cocks a steady eyebrow, removing his hands and stepping back because he's successfully managed to make him look like a mangled hobo (but still a relatively cute one, damn it) ] you uhh... y'know i've got your back, right? [/ an arm over his shoulders this time and he steers the taller male around, heading toward the school's closest exit ] you know me -- [/ laughs like a pretentious prick (the usual really) ] i tend to uh -- do well in that department [/ despite the fact that he's currently in the same boat; unfortunately finding a cute mutant girlfriend has been pushed down his list of priorities (unnecessary when he's got yura, tbh). cockblocking on the other hand -- ]

so i've decided!! [/ he announces loudly and brings them to a dramatic halt just as they make their way outside, cold air lethally attacking his face -- fucking winter -- ]

to bestow upon you my great capabilities... [/ makes weird airy hand gestures ] and uh ... help you successfully capture the heart of a shitty little brat -- [/ mentally high fives yura ]

so uh, yeah.

you need a haircut. [/ ruffles his hair again ]

pronto.

almost paradise

[...]

 um…non-existent? ( / he hesitantly states although the thought of a younger fire manipulator immediately comes to mind and he looks down at the ground ) or more like…nowhere.

[fcxsanha]

cherry bonbon

[/ it's the weekend and what that means for sanha is literally nothing. he’s bored, he’s half naked, and he’s been lolling around on his bed for the entirety of his day. a muffled groan leaves his mouth while his face is still buried in his bed sheets before he hears the much anticipated ‘ding!’ from his abandoned laptop ] jimri? [/ mumbles quietly to himself, then quickly relieves his face from the unnecessary suffocation, flopping over once so that he’s facing his laptop’s screen] busy, busy girl, arent'cha — [/sanha shakes his head and quickly brings up the IM chat he shares with jinri]

swagswag91: hELLo????

swagswag91: o(>< )o wher have u been all day

swagswag91: do u have a new online bffl or smth

swagswag91: r u cheatingon me

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[/ despite the fact that he's successfully managed to keep his eyes trained on her back, there's an intermittent lull that washes over his heavy-lidded eyes; something about soyoung he presumes -- mysterious, tiny, pretty soyoung -- she has the surreal blessing of a pacifying voice he could perhaps listen to all day and never get tired of it. his hands lift to fiddle with the fringe of his bangs, wilted over his forehead and in his eyes, as a means to simply do something ] oh? [/ is his short response, eyebrows raised in slight skepticism ] how so? [/ an unspoken challenge concealed in an innocent follow up, sanha subdues an oncoming smile until she prods his ability to stay put in his place -- not very high actually ] comin' out strong, huh -- [/ the male's voice is gruff as he pushes himself up, straightening his back for an easier means of staring soyoung down ] guess you want me to be bad then? [/ there's a quirk in his lips and eyebrows simultaneously, feigning surprise ]

— we could make magic

[...]

complaints? comments? or are you going to be a good boy and sit politely while I cook for you. 

[fcxsanha]

{` leaves a pillow on sanha's usual detention desk, tagged with a simple label "merry christmas, man. hide this shit well, this is fucking goose down feathers." }

[/ stealthily enters the empty detention room, a gift in tow for his friend, and halts in his tracks when he catches something on his desk. huh. pulls the label just under the light to read it over before realization hits him — ] fuck no — damn it, luhan [/ huffs pettily and peers over at the gift he’d brought with him for luhan (a dream man arm pillow) ] … goose down feathers? [/ plants his face solemnly on the pillow and heaves out a dramatic sigh ]

setting standards high as per usual.

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[/ he's cute, he's really cute, sanha thinks, the way he smiles at him that makes him want to reach out and ruffle his hair, or squish his cheeks -- maybe simultaneously. the things he says are never what he expects, but he's come to accept him (sort of) for all his peculiar qualities (but intriguing by all means) in a sense, despite feeling strangely exposed, like his everything has been laid out in front of him, without the plaster he's taken years to develop and grow dangerously accustomed to. there's a mutual understanding of some sort between them, so as an indirect word of thanks he's brought the younger kid out for a game of catch -- presumably simple because sanha is never too sure with byungjoo. he's getting ready to launch the ball into the air, an easy underhand throw for the ever-worrisome boy, but he's suddenly interrupted by an unforeseen question ] -- w-what? [/ fuck, did he just stutter -- the older male stares, dumbfounded, in byungjoo's direction as he chatters away, mentioning embarrassing things like 'diamonds' and 'rainbows'  and that really beautiful guy sanha has somehow found himself infatuated with recently. his legs move, almost involuntarily, to close the gap between them and his ears may or may not be bright red (entirely irrelevant to the weather), blatant under the white of a snowy winter day. when sanha reaches, his hand snaps forward to pinch the boy's lips together because he's still talking -- a moment of silence then and he lets out a heavy sigh; not particularly annoyed but flustered, and flustered again and maybe even a little confused --  ] byungjoo-yah.... [/ he clears his throat, and holds up the baseball with his free hand ] we can't play if you're not focused -- just... pay attention, alright? [/ he lets go after a few seconds, finger reaching up to lightly tap the boy's nose ] focus. we're not playing baseball, just a simple game of catch. i'll throw the ball to you and all you have to do is catch it, then throw it back to me -- easy peasy, right?

( perfect pitch. )

[...]

sanha, how do you play baseball because when i was watching the video it didn’t look like you guys were using the bat right —

[fcxsanha]

[/ he's not very perceptive -- purposefully perhaps, because delving into the minute details of a certain person has never been his thing -- but he's got a bit of flair in picking particular attributes in individuals that often induced a reminder of past recollections; a memory jog of some sort, for all the reasons why everything in his life is the way it is, currently. that's probably why he spontaneously feels himself reeling in this boy's direction, and he's managed to tentatively put a finger on an almost plausible reason for it -- it's like he's been thrown in a time capsule, back to when he was thirteen. simply put, he reminds him of himself. when things were easier anyway. ] yeah, thought so [/ sanha nods, an amused smile lingering on his lips. he shoots a quick glance over his shoulder to reaffirm their current location. not too far off from their dorms, huh, perfect -- ] the name's sanha, by the way, nice to meet you -- [/ formalities, sanha, late as always. he gives a quick, short bow of his head and then straightens with a sheepish grin intact ] where are you headed?

ghost in a machine,

{`it was hard to get accustomed to sleeping in an actual room again — even more so a real bed. a few years had passed since the mansion was trashed, and even then he hadn’t found a mattress to sleep on, instead he had used the remainder of his wardrobe to make it softer. after that he resorted to taking the night shifts at the zoo so that he could sleep with the animals. but now he had an actual room and he found it quite hard to get used to, but more importantly he was busy trying to remember how to navigate— oi? } Hm? {`at the sudden intrusion in what he would like to call his personal space he came to a halt, blinking up at the taller male — for a second he thought he must know him which caused his brows to knit together, but admittedly that wasn’t the case. his visage did, however, remind him of a certain part of his past which could explain the initial confusion } Yeah… {`he slowly began, eyes flickering back and forth as if to search for an answer, a hint of an almost sheepish smile resting at the corner of his lips because yeah— } Kind of lost. {`chewing once on his bottom lip he shoved his leather-clad hands in the pockets of his sweater (still not all too comfortable showcasing this peculiar choice in clothing of his) and took a good look behind him only to realize everything looked the same no matter how hard he tried to differentiate it } Very lost, actually.

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[/ known for his blatant flirtatious tendencies, sanha has made his ability to woo -- or an attempt to -- a mass majority of the female population a habitual routine; it'd be a lie to call it a harmless practice he's simply grown accustomed to, but yana's replies and actions alike (refreshing were he to be truthful) were mildly unexpected, to say the least. it made things easier and relatively less monotonous for him -- a breath of fresh air, really. he chuckles quietly at her, uh pet name for him was it? not particularly used to it, but he's come to find that he actually kind of likes the sound of mister shark ] should've known -- [/ sanha lets out a heavy sigh, ready for the challenge as always, but also prepared to lose; it isn't old news that yana could easily win by a land slide when it came to endurance training. he drops his gym bag in the change room on the way, pylons and stop watches no longer needed, and picks up his pace to catch up to her just as she opens the door ] roleplaying? [/ the male quirks an eyebrow, slightly caught off guard when she pulls him in to whisper her next few words, his arm automatically draping around her shoulders in return ] damn, just explorers -- [/ he's about to add that a little romance to spice up their 'roleplaying' could also be a viable option but his words are interrupted when she suddenly pulls his snap-back over his face. a startled laugh escapes his lips as he flips it around so that it's placed backwards on his head instead ] that's not how it's supposed to work [/ sanha mutters under his breath, still fairly amused by their current scenario, breaking into a faster jog just until he's right by her side ] you can't out-do my flirting! [/ his fingers lightly yank her braided hair in reprisal ] endangering my fragile shark heart -- [/ he places a palm over the general area of where his heart is, a mock solemn expression crossing his face briefly, the boy manages to suppress another impish grin from crossing his features ] keep this up and i might just ask your hand in marriage --

early morning blues,

{`sleep was a very peculiar thing to someone such as herself, she was much more interested in the notion of being awake — with that said she hadn’t slept the night that welcomed this dawn in particular. a low chuckle erupted from the depths of her throat at the calling of her name, a dark and somewhat husky sound accompanying that of shoe-laces being tied. while she exited the room and bumped the door shut with her hip her hands were idly working to quickly braid her blonde hair to stay out of her eyes. one look upon her friend was enough to tell that they were equally as excited. her own excitement may or may not be more embedded within herself than his judging by the way the sharked tripped back and forth on the tip of its separated caudal fin, pitch black, glimmering eyes and the toothiest of grins } Not unless you guard it properly— {`she mused with a strange sweetness to the rough base in her voice, one hand reaching out to both pat and encouragingly squeeze the beginning of the shark’s side fin aka his shoulder } which I suggest you should. A mistress is fickle at best, Mister Shark. {`with a curved grin she nodded towards the staircase in return to set them both in motion, hands comfortably stuck inside the front pocket of her hoodie as she glanced over her shoulder. sanha’s compliments may be excessive, but they always brought an amused sparkle to her eyes regardless of the situation. it was uplifting to say the least } Oh, but I’m not much for side dishes. A marathon run, however… {`with a crinkle of her nose, which was synonymous to her thinking, she stopped by the door that would later lead them out onto school grounds and into the refreshingly cool air } Either that, or we could spice things up a bit this fine morning. You’re no stranger to role playing, are you, Mister Shark? {`a smirk lingered in the corner of her lips as she opened the door and was greeted by the cold air outside which called for a deep breath and a sigh of genuine pleasure. once outside she temporarily wrapped an arm around the shark’s thick neck (sanha’s shoulders) and leaned in as if she had a secret to tell with a whispering voice to match } We’re explorers now, you and I. Let’s do some cross country running and not stop until we’re a hundred percent sure we’re completely lost. {`at that she chuckled her usual husky tune and pulled his snap-back down over his face before setting off in a light jog to leave school grounds } Chop chop!

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[fcxsanha]

gotta catch 'em all (except charmander no thx)

yeah. ‘cept that dumb kid.

he’ll seduce all my pokemon or smth.

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bane of my existence,

[/ frequenting the library has never been something sanha actually abhors -- despite the lectures he's received too often in his lifetime from plaster saints and hypocritical adults about reading books -- but there's a reason why the young man prefers to whisk away a few (be it comics, textbooks or that rare trendy novel) to his room, under the folds of his blanket, or to the roof perhaps, under the map of scattered stars. not that he particularly cares about what people actually think -- or so he wills himself to believe sometimes -- because he's forced himself to get over the odd proportions of his slightly... olden, brittle reading glasses, by actually wearing them out today. ]

i look like a twat -- [/ the boy mumbles after catching a glimpse of his reflection on his phone, unwilling to push his sidled glasses back up his nose. he's been randomly strolling aisles here and there, slightly placated by the quiet buzz of the library; enough that perhaps he's forgotten temporarily that life enjoys shoving unnecessary experiences up his ass on a daily basis, because there's a familiar face that crosses his view abruptly -- that face he's been avoiding or something (why was he doing that again?) for a week -- and sanha instantaneously roots to his spot because it's become some kind of inbred reaction every time he runs into this guy -- damn it, bjoo. his hands fumble for a random book to his side (unknowingly a cheap, teenage romance novel) and he holds it casually up to his face in an attempt to seem deeply engrossed in its contents, not actually realizing he's held it upside down. ]

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past time for healthy males,

there's a muffled curse in the boys change room, following with a much clearer 'shit' (that's 5,000 won for his damn swear jar --) that slips through his lips when he realizes belatedly that he's forced both legs into the right side of his swim shorts.

"haste --" sanha grunts as he falls backward against his open locker while trying to fit his legs into their appropriate spaces, " -- is of --" a hiss this time as he jams his shoulder against the edge of the locker door, roughly scraping the skin just above his collar bone, "-- the fucking --" 10,000 won, "devil."

he looks up at the younger male in front of him, straightening up with a light grin on his face, almost unaware of the throbbing pain in the aftermath of his stumble.

"but worth it, i think...." his fingers skitter over his fitted swim shirt in a hasty attempt to smooth out the creases and folds in it, and then the kinks in his hair out of compulsive habit.

their destination for the afternoon is the well-awaited indoor pool; not particularly... for swimming purposes, the pair have scheduled in some time simply for that typical guy outing.

ogling at oblivious female counterparts would probably be the correct term for it but sanha likes to call it a wonted past-time for healthy males.

"don't do that thing by the way," sanha shoots jungkook a knowing look as they make their way into the pool area, purposefully paying no heed to the group of tittering girls on the other end. "mumbling about how they're not as pretty as the one's in your hentai stash or whatever. you can't beat the real thing, kid."

his lets his eyes adjust to the brighter lights (relative to the dimmer one's in the change room anyway) and then gives jungkook a lingering glance.

a sigh then.

"you do this on purpose don't you?"

definitely cuter than him.

"adorable piece of shit."

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in cockblocking char, you're obviously the one that really likes him... oh wait anon oops B<

are we doing this

am i suddenly the yoon ji hoo to your geum jan di

'as long as you have a white sail and wind, you can go anywhere —'

[fcxsanha]

a billion ppl dislike your face on facebook but one person doesn't :D

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[fcxsanha]

do u have ~*needs*~

nah. 

too cool for that.