✦˖⁺ garden。

@♡ ᵒ minho⌘l。 @ᵒ eric☪n。 *smile and nodding*
Okay.
*ruffles minho's hair before walking back inside; searching for the block and cookies. Finding it and going back to the garden, seeing you two huddled closer with flowers*
*chuckles and walking closer*
Having fun?

@ᵒ eric☪n。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 /his eyes light up/
Will you teach me grandma?
I want to help you make crowns!
/nods/
I did.
Daddy calls me Chef.
He's silly.
/smiles at Sunggyu and then shakes my head at grandma/
If you're not hungry grandma you can take some with you for later.
I d not mind.

@♡ ᵒ minho⌘l。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 I feel like making a few flower crowns.
*smiles a little*
Oh, you made cookies?
I'd love to try some.
*kisses Minho's nose and looks at Sunggyu*
I'm alright, I'll just try a cookie since I'm not hungry.

@ᵒ eric☪n。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 /nods/
Okay.
Thank you appa.
/gasps/
Appa, bring grandma some of the cookies I made too.
/looks at grandma/
I want to know whhat he thinks.

@♡ ᵒ minho⌘l。 @ᵒ eric☪n。 *smile*
*ruffles minho's hair and kiss Eric cheeks*
Okay, while Minnie play with grandma and the flowers, appa will go back inside and take your blocks.
How's that sounds? Hm?
*looking at Eric*
And you want to eat something, ma?
I'll make food too while you play with minnie.

@ᵒ eric☪n。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 /looks at grandma and pouts/
I want to play with my blocks but we didn't bring them.
Grandma, do you like flowers?

@♡ ᵒ minho⌘l。 @ᵒ eric☪n。 *smile and nod*
*looking at you both*
Well, what do you want to play, minnie?

@♡ minho☪k。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 Grandma's doing well, sweetheart.
How are you?
*chuckles softly and kisses Minho's cheek back*
Of course I'll play with you.
What do you wanna play?

@ᵒ eric☪n。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 I like grandma appa!
/kisses his cheek/
Grandma, will you play with me?

@♡ ᵒ minho⌘l。 @ᵒ eric☪n。 *chuckles seeing minnie squealing happily at the sight of his grandma*
*whisper to minnie*
Kiss him, sweetie

@♡ ᵇ seungho☪y。 @ᵒ eric☪n。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 /squeals with delight when you pick me up/
I'm happy to have a grandma!
How are you?

@♡ ᵒ minho⌘l。 *smiles a little and picks you up*
Hi sweetheart.
How are you?

@♡ ᵇ seungho☪y。 @ᵒ eric☪n。 @ᵃ sunggyu⌘k。 Grandma!
/waits patiently for you to answer/

@♡ ᵒ minho⌘l。 @♡ ᵇ seungho☪y。 @ᵒ eric☪n。 Now, minnie, call your grandma

*Plucks a blossoming red rose from one of the bushes, carefully dethorning it before I think of someone to present it to*

☑ gяєєη zσηє.

@ᵇ dongyeol☀l。 *giggles when you coo at me, loving the attention*
*finishes my fruit and wants more*
yeol...foo!
*pouts as I look at you*

@ᵇ juho☪b。 He formed his lips to an uncertain smirk as he watched the other male apparently losing either patience or his usual distance. Or maybe both, he didn't really know. He supported his head with his palm and bit his lip before clearing his throat and let the folded piece of paper float down. The only sound it had made was a silent rustling when it grazed the grass. His eyes followed the note and rested on sparkling dewdrops within the sea of green blades of grass.

In situations like these, he always wondered what exactly was going on in his friend's mind. He wasn't transparent, a complex human being. He even seemed to think about every single step he took. When they were together, Taeyang often, really often wished he was more like him. Less annoying, less talkative, less twirly. He envied him for his ability to stay calm and clear-sighted, to be completely honest. He was literally the only person he really envied for his personality. Taeyang tied to become more like him already but he quickly realized that maybe being serene wasn't his biggest strength. At least he learned an important thing - he couldn't expect his mind to change completely. He had to accept his personality. The characteristics that used to bother him are now the main part his pride. Taeyang usually wasn't the kind of guy to worry about things that affected himself too often or excessively, however, he tended to think about his hyper personality when he first met Juho.

His eyes sprang on Juho again as soon as he perceived his deep and serene, but also almost caring sounding voice. Taeyang gulped and shrugged his shoulder, tugging at his sleeve and looking down on his hands again. "I'm not stressed. I just don't want to fail the exam but I can't focus on any of this..." He bit his tongue to avoid his mouth to drop a sharp sequel set of swearings. He reminded himself to lower his amount of anger towards school, the - in his opinion - most boring and least interesting place on earth. He didn't talk about the passionate hatred he felt towards school often and he didn't feel the need to do so as well.

His eyes softened more as he noticed something in the way Juho had been talking to him. "Thank you for asking, though", he said, nodding firmly and smiling broadly. It felt good to have someone who cared about him, even if he was doing well in general. He liked being noticed and he couldn't deny it. He leaned back and a dull tone resounded when his head hit the trunk of the mighty tree right behind him. He flinched a little and smirked, couldn't help it but giggle silently. "That was the most stupid thing I've done this week. I should get an award for being the biggest pillock of this school." Taeyangs eyes began to sparkle and he reached out for the sun which hid behind the clouds, only a bright shining light making the giant star visible for his chocolate brown eyes. He blinked and let his hand plop down on his lap again.

"An award... Award sounds great. I'd love to get one one day. I don't even care for what - well, maybe for being the most charismatic student here." He laughed and nodded at his friend ironically. "Okay, but maybe I could get a... I could easily get the an award for being talkative, there's no doubt I could." He nodded confidently and crossed his arms before looking at his friend again. "And you.. you'd probably get an award for... your sharp tongue. Right? Oh damn, there are so many awards you'd deserve, I just realized!" Taeyang pretended to wipe tears from his eyes and smirked broadly before looking down. "Oh, uhm, I'm sorry." He chuckled and looked at him again with big, precious saucer eyes.

[] welp I really hope I can keep up with you because both your English level and your writing is waaaay better than mine oh my dear, sorry that it took so long, I was lowkey intimidated, haha

@✔ ᵒ byungjoo☪k。 *frowns as you speak, sitting down in front of you and shaking my head*
I won't pity you then, however I do want to take on the challenge of making you smile and think happy thoughts.
*nods and smiles at you, holding out my hand for you to shake*
I'm Yoonho but call me Ayno, I'm someone you won't get rid of even if you wanted to.

@ᵃ yoonho✙n。 /sits on the grass with a slight cold air around me as I bring my head to rest on my knees, silent and cold as you approach me, tensing up a bit as I mumble softly/
I don't need anyone's pity.. /grumbles as I frown, moving my body away from you as I run my fingers through my hair/

@byungchan c。 "Yea- I mean.." Oh, they reached for a cardigan.. was Byungchan cold? Uncomfortable with touching, let alone put an arm around their shoulder in an effort to drape the large material over them, he settled with sitting a little closer;"I'm sorry I can't assist in you being cold. Heh, I guess that's a sign to our other selves maybe time to turn in, mm? Come on, we can't sit out here all night, we need to turn into our dorms before they do they lock the gates and do that nightly thing.. where you shouldn't be out after a certain time, uhm.. i forget what it's called." Commenting as he stood and waited for the other to tag along;"And I don't have that kinda fur color, but as far as my build.. I sure FEEL like a dingo.. man you should see me run.." Proceeding to engage in small 'wolf' talk as they headed back to the dorms, either hand behind his back in doing so.

Once they got back to the dorm building, they walked inside and well Jiho wasn't sure if Byungchan was upstairs or not like he was, so no point dragging them farther than necessary;"Hey listen.. thanks for you know.. being my friend and sitting and talking to me out there for so long.. what was that a couple hours? Do you um.. wanna do one more thing before we part ways?" Either shoulder lifted in a bashful shrug;"Do you want to exchange numbers?"

@byungchan c。 "A big blanket." Was Jiho's only reply for a long time, balancing his gaze between his garment, and Byungchan's facial expressions. To take in all this information, to make a friend, to be sitting in the garden without all the vulgar profanities taking place in the main 'chit chat' room really meant a lot. There wasn't much else he could add, at least not for the moment. They too held that same quiet nature, so surely a little silence wouldn't bother them- if anything it would allow them to spark up something so he wouldn't feel like such a big mouth. Standing, he moved to sit beside them, so they could face the same sky, though by now the sun was pretty much gone. The silence still hung in the air as a hand lifted to pat the other gently atop the head, several times infact, yet there was never a word exchanged during the gesture. Only after too much time had passed and the crickets had begun to chirp, Jiho got a little brave and nudged the other male;"If it makes you feel any better, I look like a Dingo."

@yoongi m。 Could he honestly say he cares for the peculiar way this man-child looks at him? Regarding Jimin with disdain as if he were the worst on this planet for being mere minutes late. He only sips loudly at his coffee, looking over the brim of the caramel-toned stained lid of his cup towards the older male, lips in a constant pull, tight to the sides. "You don't own me," Is his soft retort, drawing his coffee away from his lips with utter reluctance.

His fingers card easily through his hair, ruffling the tresses and feeling the wisps of the cool day's zephyrs caressing his cheek with utmost carefulness, as if passing by with Nature's prayers on its wings. "Not in particular, but I have a basic concept. Something about my being .. Unnatural, in a sense, from when I came back from my unexpected trip to my foster parents. The whole lot thinks I've done something or got into something I shouldn't, you should've seen Mr. Park sniffing at me as I walked past." As if he had the branded 'A' like straight from 'The Scarlet Letter'.

Soft cheeks fill with air, calming himself with the cool of the gentle breeze he inhales, much needed, into his lungs, before his eyes fall on Yoongi once more. "And the clear disobedience that I've fallen into a pattern of. I'm uncaring, not stupid. But," His eyes drag from head to toe, the softest of scoffs falling from ombre, cherry red lips, stained a brighter color from the heat that his coffee induces in scalding amounts. "You don't have any problems with snatching my hand and tugging me along like a lap dog, but, Mr. Alpha, I'll let you in on a little secret." Jimin steps forward, listening to the scrape of his combat boots on the gravel flooring.

"I don't care what you do, or what you say. I'm only here because I was asked nicely by a teacher. You know .. Nothing of what's going on, got it, Darling?" His tone was sickly sweet, dulcet venom dripping from each syllable as his head tilts with a vehement propinquity, the shift of his hair cascading over his crescent shaped closed lids.

@byungchan c。 Jiho airs what probably was a soft chuckle, but hardly made any noise to be considered anything of a laugh;"How many do you think you can eat a day anyway? No pressure to eat them all, I already have a collection at my den. ..I don't know how to be friendly, I know how to sit by people that look like they're quiet too. So, in hindsight you're less creepy than i am. Do you think my large Kimono makes me look scary?" Either arm outstretched as he began to make flapping motions, maybe to implicate his sleeves as wings; be it only for a brief time;"I don't like to be alone, I like company very much. I get very sad, so I try to push myself sometimes to be near people hoping maybe if I do or wear something small and interesting someone will say er.. hi? I feel much better as my natural self, I am more agile and less clunky. I am more familiar with body language, vocalization and volumes in barks. Human language while learned, has double meanings and some people say things they don't really mean to say which makes little to no sense to me." ! It was then that Jiho realized he'd said a mouthful;" .. Soory. mm maybe someday we can hunt together?"

@byungchan c。 \\I thought that was odd but i wasn't going to question. It's ok you're probably tired!

Jiho remained quiet with that lopsided grin briefly appearing and disappearing at Byungchan's comments to him- how nice to be reassured by someone who appeared as equally socially inept as he was. However, as they gazed upon his face, Jiho naturally turned to his good side. It wasn't hard to tell his right eye was 'sick' because of the film that had set over it as apart of the deterioration process;" ...Why do you think you're weird? ..i think you are nice too, you offered me a pretty wrapper. .. do you think you can eat that many lollipops so I can have all the wrappers?" The stated comment caused him to chuckle a little, the idea of Byungchan's mouth overloaded was both amusing and a little saddening, he wouldn't want to do that to them. Glancing down to the clothing worn, either shoulder shrugged;"It depends on the material. This is particularly heavy, like layers of wool but doesn't feel like wool. Like, a cotton sheet, nothing to blow your mind I wouldn't think. I feel wrapped or nestled within it, I feel more comfortable than if I were to wear something more light and airy. ... It's easy for me to change this way, I don't like t-shirts much they hurt me when I do- they get very tight around my arms. Sometimes I wear regular clothing, but only if I feel familiar with my company and surroundings. High spikes of stress.." Jiho made a gesture with his hands while looking off to the side;"My nerves cause change, .. so.. this is easy for me. Is what you wear easy for you or; do you spend more time as a human being?"

@byungchan c。 For the time being Jiho looked back at Bogum with almost a blank stare, but it was easy to tell he was trying to read far more intently than he needed too into the other male- wondering if they were being sincere;"Yea, not- not VERY rain- er I mean colorful. Not really, just a little because i like happy things. I collect wrappers like this one, .. do you have anymore?" This was so peculiar, he'd never met someone who was quiet like he was- always with someone so.. opposite of him but not this time. He'd never really had a friend except the company he kept when dealing in some habitual things, this was.. a nice change. The hue of the sun that shone on them and the inside of the gazebo had begun to alternate in color and dim out;"Oh, the sun." Turning his attention to where it began to set after the spontaneous comment about it. As he did, the feeling of a sudden sense of discomfort at the view struck a misplaced comment to rise out of his throat before he had time to really think about it;"Am I being weird? .. I'm sorry, ..I'm not very good.." The crinkling sounds began to fill in for the end of his sentences and the pauses, as well as the attention shift to himself or the wrapper rather than Bogum.
.."You like kimonos?"

@byungchan c。 Jiho, after taking the wrapper was looking down upon it in silence while fumbling with it gently to make a nice, satisfying crinkling noise. At no point did he make eye contact with the other male after the lollipop was returned, was only when they spoke up with a introductory greeting that encouraged another lopsided grin;"Eh- Boo.. gum? Blo-gum- BOgum, Bogum. Jay-hoe .. ! Jiho- Jiho. Woo Jiho imnida, yea- yea it's pretty." Delicate fingers pressed on the thin plastic material to make crinkling noises again, maybe to comfort himself from the pronunciation mistake;"A unicorn? mm.. no i think maybe a rainbow." Oh, that's when he got an idea, before an awkward pause set in;"I have some rainbow of these.. kind of." Jiho tugged gently on the over sized sleeve of the mens kimono he wore with the free hand. This one in particular was not colorful at all, rather plain jane- just a simple beige with a sash of the exactly same color. Odd really, never mind the cultural difference but who would wear clothing so big for? It looked a two whole sizes too big.

@ℋ ᵒ jimin☪p。 Yoongi peered down upon his watch, the minutes ticked by, his gaze flicking but upwards. Disgruntled by the lateness of this other man his lips pursed into a thin line it definitely looked like he wasn't going to end up going to his first class. Of course he was of ill-fate it happened to be his favourite class first. Time ticked by the garden growing quiet from voice but still he sat silently the nervousness, the anticipation of it all now just turning into unindated frustration.

"You are late," Yoongi worded calmly, almost too calmly as his eyes danced over Jimin, finally having a face to the name. "An excuse such as that isn't good enough Jimin," he later spoke almost as if he had been disappointed which was truly a fact seeing as he had to miss his class. His labials quirked hiding a smile with his hand, that audacity to ask when he could go especially after making him wait for an hour.

"You wasted my time, now I waste yours, you aren't leaving until I am satisfied," Yoongi mentioned offhandedly he could play the game just as much as anyone else, his eyes darkening with a humour one would question only to stand. "We could have had a nice casual meeting but instead you put yourself as unpunctual, your first impression is anything but grand," Yoongi was blunt simply because he wasn't one to sugar coat anything considering the real world didn't for him; it was a nasty and truely a dark place.

"If you don't follow I will just make it happen," his tone was almost too sweet saying that he had no qualms of forcibly grabbing the younger man and taking him to exactly where it was he wanted to go. "Do you know why I asked to meet you?"

@ᵇ taeyang⌘y。 Zuho's fleeting attention had been vested on a number of people, a majority of them belonging from the very school where they studied in. But his affection and interest like his attention had been ephemeral, instantaneously ceasing to exist whenever these encounters led to bed, then the usual cries of betrayal and unwanted drama despite the terms of the 'contract'. He had experienced it, all for the sake of ridding himself of one thing, loneliness. But like a faithful friend this very emotion had took possession of his very being. And like most, the ashed haired male had grown accustomed to it. Yet, somehow he finds himself looking foward to this routined meetings with a man he barely knew. The strange constriction that grasped his heart whenever he saw the array of emotions like relief and happiness on the male's face was something new and oddly refreshing to him. People acquainted with him only for selfish reasons, to satisfy their pathetic qualms which the concerned male fulfilled willingly for his own amusement yet in this man named Taeyang, he saw none.

Oversensitized ears perk at the scrunching of paper cause his gaze to shift from his shoes to the tighlty closed fist rested on the male's lap, bluish-green veins popped from the unnecessary exertion of force. Eyes trailed from those tendrils of bloodline until they disappeared underneath the sleeve of the other's shirt. Curiosity awakens in those black pools swirling with a single silvery light, however, his pillowy lips remained pressed into a taut, stubborn line. The two had shared an unspoken boundary which Zuho knew better than to cross it. Breaking boundaries meant unintentionally making oneself familiar to other's feelings, thoughts and ultimately arousing some kind of dependency upon himself. For a man of makings like Zuho, it would be too much to handle so he didn't dare to ask.

The stoned-faced beta smirked, scoffed, sneered, snickered but never had those rosette painted lips streched to smile. To witness such an impossible upturned curve was like seeing a rainbow at night. Naturally, he remains unresponsive when the other looks at him with such brilliantly gleaming eyes and equally bright smile. "You... the cigarette.. uh... never mind.. " he exhaled loudly, exasperated. Not quite understanding his sudden loss of speech. Frustratedly, he finds an outlet of the innate turmoil by combing his fingers through his messy mop of hair, fingers tangling with the loosely knotted strands. Long legs are folded atop one another once he notices Taeyang's gaze lingering on his muddy shoes. "Hey. "He replies presently, lacking the ripples of excitement to meet Taeyang's enthusiastic tone. Thick, arched brows raised in an imperceptible manner at the question directed by the other.

Stressed? His self-consciousness chortles as the thought. A troublemaker like himcaused his professors and seniors to be stressed, while he leisurely basked below the negative recognition. The same query forming an amused half-smirk, upper body leaning towards the male with sudden forwardness. Those same black irises kindled provocatively , "Bored, maybe. You, however, seemed stressed. What happened? ", the boneless muscles wiggling inside the cavern is abused by the clashing of teeth as a punishment for recklessly uttering a prying question. His curiosity had momentarily overshadowed his vow of never concerning himself with anyone's trouble. Furthermore, wasn't there some saying regarding 'curious cats' and 'murder'. Broad shoulders slump heavily, hands falling limp by his side's with knuckles digging deeper inside the earth regrettably. Albeit his ears remained eager to receive the upcoming answer.

[]I am sorry about the garbage reply. My mind is failing me here.

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