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hanminyeon:

yeon had just explained the same concept three times for his student. each time in a slightly different way, and they still couldn’t get it right, but he wasn’t going to quit just now. “listen, it’s simple, really. democracy doesn’t mean voting. what majority wants isn’t always fair. imagine 54% of the people want something and the other 46% wants something else, because the first group is bigger, even if it’s just 4%, what they want is what’s going to prevail.”

min-ho doesn’t know how teachers keep their tongue, honestly. he’d never had the shortest temper in the world, really, but this kid was really starting to get under his skin and he wasn’t even the one doing the teaching. yeesh. at this point he’s sure they’re playing dumb - he’s been eavesdropping unintentionally for a good portion of the lesson, drinking his coffee and leafing through a copy of men’s fitness he’d found on a table on one of the patios. it’s not all that interesting, but y’know. it fills the time. 

he’s taking a bite of the sandwich he’d snaffled from one of the kitchens when the kid getting tutored gets up, sloping out of the room without so much as a by-your-leave. milo lifts his head in time to watch them go, thick brows lifting. 

“yeesh,” he mutters, half to himself. “what a brat.” 

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crimscncourt:

       “I know, I wasn’t exactly talking to you.” She said, pointing with her head at the girl who had just left the room with an annoyed expression. Which made Krystiana chuckle a bit. Then she leaned her head again, this time lifting her gaze to the gentleman’s injured leg. “Are you okay there? What happened to your leg?”

minho just shrugs, stretching his leg a little further. he lifts his head again when the woman speaks, brow cocking. 

“i’m fine,” he replies brusquely. “nothing happened. it’s an old injury - it acts up when it gets cold.”

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invri:

“Sorry, could you pass me the salt, please.” It was stupid how delivering such an easy line could make her so nervous. Especially lately she would have preferred to keep her head low, be invisible and quiet. But not even she could stand bland food.

it takes minho a moment to realize someone’s speaking to him - his eyes are on his half empty plate, pushing at a few of the remaining bites with his fork. he’s a little out of sorts - that much is obvious from his lack of food enthusiasm. generally minho is like a blackhole, consuming any food in sight. 

“huh?” he starts, blinking at the woman a moment before he nods. “uh, sure. sorry. didn’t mean to hog it.”

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kyungwon-rhee:

they stop so they’re left standing, arms around one another, and terribly close. it is sensible advice to give anyone, so they aren’t insulted. maybe a touch exasperated, but they know it comes from a place of love. “it’s okay,” they coo, touching his cheek gently. “you don’t have to apologize for looking after me.”

milo avoids kyung won’s gaze as they stand together, too close for such stillness - it’s funny, how the closeness goes from normal when dancing to weird when stationary. milo clears his throat, brow furrowing a little when they touch his cheek. he meets their gaze again, teeth pulling at the inside of his cheek. 

“okay. just. y’know. i don’t wanna make you think i don’t think you’re capable. ‘cause you are. i’m just, uh... annoying.”

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crimscncourt:

  “Unless you have massive mind powers and are currently trying to kill me to snatch my carrot, I’d kindly suggest you stop staring at me like that ‘cause the face you’re making is kinda ugly.”

minho’s brow bends, little huff puffing through his nostrils as he stretches out the length of one leg. an old hamstring injury was playing up - nothing serious, just a little achy tugging plaguing him. it was a bother, but he’d taken to stretching extra carefully before a run or a work out - he thought that’d help. 

“i’m not staring at anything.”

milo’s voice is bland, brow slightly furrowed as he looks at the girl - he hadn’t even really noticed her, too focused on himself to see her. 

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kyungwon-rhee:

far from being upset, they are humbled by his concern. they see nothing wrong with looking for the good in people, but after what happened with kikuhito and then yohan, they were beginning to see that while there is good, there is also sometimes bad. “i understand,” they say, solemnly. “i am trying to be more careful. jewel is… she can be overwhelming sometimes, but i think we want the same things.” their smile returns as they look at him, taking his hand and kissing it. “i appreciate your concern. i’m comforted to know you’re here for me.”

minho stills as kyung won speaks, halting their dance without really meaning to. he blinks down at them, nodding a little. “yeah. uh. she seems okay,” he says with a shrug. “just... be careful, okay? if she tries to make you do anything shady or pulls some shit on you please just get outta there.”

milo know he sounds dumb - he knows it’s probably insulting, worrying like this. he feels like he’s not verbalising things properly, like it’s not coming out quite right. so he eventually just bites his tongue, shaking his head a little. 

“sorry.” 

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kyungwon-rhee:

kyung won’s expression softens, a light giggle creasing their eyes. “you worry too much. i appreciate it, but you know i am your senior, right? i’m the one who must worry about you.” they point at him with a finger on the hand he held, a small smirk playing on their lips. 

“senior schmenior,” min-ho replies, shaking his head a little. he didn’t want to push with kyung won - he didn’t want to upset them - but he still wanted to say something. 

“i... just... you see the best in people, y’know? sometimes you see good that uh, might not be there. i just... uh... i worry, is all.” 

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noelaltermatt:

“optimistic? i, myself, was actually under the belief that it was not as optimistic as it is faithful. one is never optimistic and faithful.”

milo cocks a brow, eyeing the kid for a handful of moments before he shakes his head. “sounds like the same shit to me,” he says plainly. 

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kyungwon-rhee:

kyung won blushes, glad milo took the lead. they beam at him, but their smile fades a little at his tone. “is something wrong?” they ask, hesitantly. it wasn’t the first time this night the mention of jewel made someone uncomfortable. at least milo wasn’t going to accost them with cruel words and hurtful accusations. if milo had a problem with her, too, they want to know about it so they could at least avoid the subject. their time together was special, and they wish to keep it positive.

milo worries the inside of his lower lip between his teeth, fingers flexing around kyung won’s for a moment. his eyes flicker to theirs when they speak, meeting their gaze. 

“no.... no,” minho replies, shaking his head a little. he doesn’t want to upset kyung won - honestly that’s the last thing he wants, or needs. “i just... worry about you, is all. always do.” 

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noelaltermatt:

“ don’t you think that the world would be quite a better place if we were eating chocolate pudding every meal of the day? “

“that’s optimistic.” minho’s never really the right person to say stuff like that too - his mother always told him he was too pessimistic. he liked to think it was just him being well adjusted. 

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xanderhqs:

“–you wouldn’t happen to have an aspirin or something just lying around, would you?” xander inquired before taking a sip of his beer. “i prefer to get in front of my hangovers.”

“nah man. you’re on your own there,” minho replies, shaking his head a little. “dunno whether that’s a smart move, though. you’ll just be twice as fucked up tomorrow.” 

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kyungwon-rhee:

they take his hand. the champagne is doing its job. they know they’re going to make a fool of themself. they also know they don’t care. milo won’t care. he might tease them, but he won’t mean it. they take his hand then place their other one on his shoulder. the song isn’t really slow, so they sway with him, somewhat energetically. their rhythm is off and they keep looking down at their feet, but they’re smiling. when they’re sure they won’t step on his feet, they look up at milo, beaming, eyes twinkling. “i really am awful, aren’t i? thank goodness jewel offered to teach me how to dance.”

milo smiles a little lopsidedly at his friend, fingers twining together as kyung won steps up to him. his free hand finds the concave curve of kyung won’s waist - he’s a little surprised by this, but he says nothing. he’d kind of expected to do some wishy washy joined hand goofing around - not real dancing. but he gives kyung won another little smile, falling into step with them. he takes the lead after a moment, figuring guiding them would make it easier for the both of them. 

“you’re really not,” min-ho replies with a shake of his head. “don’t be so hard on yourself, fluff.” 

“ah.... that’s... nice of her.” 

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kyungwon-rhee:

kyung won smiles at him, bobbing towards him. “it’s alright. i won’t embarrass you like that.” they go for the champagne again, mirroring milo’s actions. “but i maaay,” they began, glancing at him and away, “embarrass you by asking you to dance. or myself, actually, that’s far more likely.” they extend a hand to him, giving their shoulders a small, awkward little shimmy.

“thanks - real thoughtful,” min-ho replies, tone a little teasing. he downs the last of his glass, taking another mouthful of food - he was doing his best to keep some semblance of good manners going. if he were on his own he’d be chowing down - probably in his room, probably in his pyjamas. he’s a class act. 

min-ho hums a little noise at kyung won’s mention of dancing - that wasn’t really in milo’s skill set. he wasn’t an awful dancer - he had a decent sense of rhythm, and a childhood of dance lessons under his belt. he was no michael jackson, though - he preferred to avoid dance floors where he could. 

“yeah, all right. don’t tell anyone,” he jokes, pushing himself to his feet. he pushes his bangs out of his eyes before he steps away from the table, reaching for kyung won.

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kyungwon-rhee:

kyung won returns to the table with the hors d'oeuvres, picking up a shrimp this time. they snort at him. “oh, yes, i’m so wild. i even have some non-alcoholic peach juice in the fridge for when we really want to party.” they bob to the music. unfortunately, they don’t have the best sense of rhythm, so they’re a little off. they don’t seem to notice. “maybe i’ll even break out the chess board. now that’s a party.” they giggle, but they do have a chess board somewhere in their closet.

min-ho lets out a low whistle at kyung won’s words, mouth curled up in a grin. “like i said - wild,” he replies, necking more champagne. he felt like he needed to catch up - a drink would help him unwind, too. the night had been quite tense for security, so it was nice to take a minute away. 

“you’re cute,” he says as he eyes kyung won’s bobbing, speaking through a mouthful of tuna nigiri. he downs more champagne, shaking his head at the mention of ches.

“oof, don’t. i’m awful at chess.”