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“i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening.”

CLOSED.ENTER.JOOCHAN: i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening.

After Muyeol has slid into the elevator, taking up space with one more person on board, the doors close and he presses a button to go a few stories up. Quickly takes notice of the other light beside a floor number. Though the aura is polite and quiet, the boy can’t help but wrap his hand around his other until his fingers reach and bend his wrist back to stretch it. Which he knows he needs on a majority of his joints from how these rehearsals have been going. The choreographies are mildly intense to memorize, he hasn’t taken much care outside by training or exercising or anything.

His bones make an embarrassingly audible crack that has him gasping from the pain. Suddenly, he’s alert. Just before the exhaustion got to him. After a couple seconds of shock, he opens his mouth and obnoxiously asks: Did you hear that? But saying anything is quick to make Muyeol regret it. What now? He feels tense, looking down with a limp hand being held up by another.

“Is it better to pop your wrist? I thought it’d relieve some stress in my bones, but it hurt me,” he continues anyway. Quicker to overreact, when it’s already fading away. Not any better but like it’ll be forgotten soon. “What if I am unable to move my wrist after this? It was so loud, I can’t believe you missed it.”

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“c'mon try to guess what.”

STILL ACCEPTINGENTER.HINAMI: c’mon try to guess what.

It’s like a game of charades with guess what iconic duo they are trying to exist in. Muyeol began the tradition, even so, it’s not always easy. There’s millions of stories that exist in the world, countless scenarios for them to act out. He’s not in character yet, he’s laughing and listing countless possibilities in his head. Something for her to pretend, something for him to act. His head rocks till it bumps against a wall behind him.

“You’re... A medium. And I’m a distressed believer looking for his lost, presumed dead sister?” Muyeol speaks like it’s just a suggestion. So that way he can turn to her and see if his friend, Hinami, approves or not.

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“just checking up on you.”

STILL ACCEPTINGENTER.HAESOO: just checking up on you.

Whenever Muyeol pulls a suspicious face, he can’t help how awkward his expression comes out. Even off stage, he can be a fan of attention, but this is just unwanted. He certainly feels uncomfortable, like the eyes burning in the back of his head uncomfortable; checked out not in the good way. Instead he’s face to face with a strange man which isn’t the most desirable in situations. Blame it on the lack of rest or height of his stress lately, but he starts with Can I help you?

What a vague answer he’s given… He closes his eyes, but he wants to roll them. “Why?” Does he seem to be the suspicious one? The longer he thinks, the more confused he feels. “I’m not doing anything but walking here..”

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five word sentence starters

“but bro, i love you.” “i’m amazing when i’m drunk.” “i am a great person.” “i want to sleep forever.” “no homo, but that’s lit.” “i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening.” “are you flirting with me?” “don’t you think that’s gay.” “c'mon try to guess what.” “don’t do that to me.” “i didn’t think you’d care.” “please stop losing your temper.” “exactly, why are you awake?” “i need some new friends.” “don’t even think about it.” “are you gonna stop me?” “i’m a very neat monster.” “fear is a powerful motivator.” “babe, you look so cool!” “you have so many scars.” “you’re gonna leave me alone?” “no, i’m not going to.” “you’re not scared, are you?” “it’s designed to scare you.” “just checking up on you.” “i am not a computer.” “insufficient facts always invite danger” “stay out of swinging range!” “everyone shut up and focus!” “have you seen these thighs?” “this feels like a test.” “you know i hate that.”

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silly!? i can fix this.

hiya, this is a little late of an introduction post. some of you may know me as chris, the person behind ahn muyeol. his faceclaim being yuseungwoo, he has the voice of an angel, but the mind of a broadway wannabe. he needs a little help. basically means i am always open to interactions, and plotting. when it comes to brainstorming, my mind can work magic! so please help me and my small kid grow. i appreciate you all!

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ENTER. @mtianyi

The sun glares on the window in the middle of the day. He can’t see inside the shop, not until he enters. Wearing one of his finest sweaters. Even his hair has product in it! Clearly, he’s ready for something. That is... One thing he’s underprepared for. And ashamed of.

Later tonight one of his seniors has graduated and is debuting at a bigger and better theater. This is the evening of the first performance! He can’t miss it, and he can’t show up empty handed. Before the show starts, he runs into the flower stop and catches his breath.

He is relieved to have found it, barely missed it, but a single ray of hope dawned on him while he was headed on foot to the performance center. Arriving early on in the day, he simply walked around the area. He spots a shop on the corner just across the street advertising flowers right outside. On seeing it, he runs, careful of any traffic. At the counter, he frantically pulls his wallet out.

“I need,” he says with rushed speech and pants, “A bouquet. Do you have any ready?”