╺ courtyard.

@★ dane d。 /after finishing the cheer practice with my team members, i walk out of the school to the courtyard while listening to my music and dancing to it with my cheerleading outfit since i didn't feel like changing back into my normal clothes. i was about to walk to my parking lot to ride out of here with my car before i look over at you with curiosity because it seem you was lost as . i slide the headphones down around my neck before i walk towards you before i peek my head in front of you. Hello there, are you lost?

@★ jungkook j。 Coffee. Coffee? Bull, he would've heard something by now. What kid would have spilled coffee on him, off of campus, when Jungkook drives himself to school in the morning. He would've heard it around the school, and surely, Jungkook would still have on the shirt. He looks down quickly, before sizing him up, and stepping in front of him. He doesn't like lies. He hates this. Hates how Jungkook is clearly lying to him, and that this definitely wasn't just some scuffle over a damn cup of coffee. "I can follow you, y'know. This is my free period. I'll wait." And if he gets kicked out of the class, he'll just go wait by Jungkook's car. No big deal. "What's with the lying, huh? Who do I gotta up, because I can," And he will.

His truck can easily get someone caught in the guard rail on the front, no doubt.

But something kind of sinister hits him, and it settles kind of sickly in his stomach. Jungkook never wanting to be home, sleeping in the drive-in projection room, staying after school super late, and coming early. Is there something .. At .. Home? That's even worse, because it twists in his gut, and nearly knocks the wind out of him as he really thinks about it. So he stops, and watches Jungkook walk away. Takes it in and lets the background fade out as he watches the boy he's falling in love with meekly meander towards his weight training class. Yugyeom's arms wrap around his own self, and he bites down on his bottom lip.

He needs to make a little call to the guidance counselor, but not for the reasons that one may think. He needs to conveniently get a tutor for his dropping grades, and what better person than Jeon Jungkook? A little trip there, and he'll get his address easy peasy. "Call me," He whispers, finally, before turning, and bringing his determined, lanky all the way up to the front of the school.

He's going to make a house visit.

@★ yugyeom k。 Today was a show. Completely.

Jungkook shouldn't even be here - he felt embarrassed showing himself off like this, so at least he attempted to cover... everything up. It didn't work. By lunch, most of the foundation was off - so he counted on his mask, cap, and his head hanging low to hide everything. He'd never been hit in the mornings, but something was off this morning specifically. Maybe it was what his old man said about his younger sister, maybe Jungkook was finally growing the balls to fight back. Either way, he'd never do that again. If it meant being hit in the morning.... he shouldn't be at school like this, but he wasn't the type to skip school. No matter how sore he was, how beaten and bruised or sick he was -- he'd still show up at school. He was one in the ten kids in the senior class with perfect attendance since elementary school. Never once missing a day.

His body quickly stiffens as he feels the tight grasp on his wrist, heart jumping - what seemed like - a mile. It hurt. He hurt. But when he turns, his eyes are wide with freight and he pulls his arm out of the grasp quickly... before realizing who it was. Yugyeom -- . , - Jungkook forgot about the diner this morning, especially after his.. situation. But, he didn't forget about him. Although, it was hard to not even think about him. Imagine trying to avoid him the whole day - which, by the way, Jungkook hated. He absolutely ing hated it, but he didn't want him seeing him this way.

He wasn't surprised that he failed.

His words are caught in his throat, mouth agape beneath his mask before he shakes his head and reaches up to adjust his cap. "Nothing, just a little scuffle. Kid spilled his coffee on me this morning." Lie. He was a -show when it came to lying, though people always believed the 'fight' stories. But Yugyeom knew him better than anybody else in this ing planet, and he'd know it was a lie. "I have to go to class, i'll call you later." He murmured, words muffled beneath his mask as he stepped to the side to walk away.

@★ jungkook j。 This .. Was weird. Is weird. The current state of weird. He's sitting on a picnic bench in the middle of the courtyard, arms resting on his knees, and just watching, waiting for Jungkook to come by. He ditched him this morning, hasn't replied to his text messages, and although he knows that yeah, sometimes comes up, he should at least .. At least send him a text. A 'hey, not feeling so hot today, gonna sleep in,' or something as dumb as that. Yugyeom doesn't like how vulnerable he feels, and how he hasn't been able to really focus in his classes. He his lips, and looks down at his hands, but just for a second.

It's as if time hates him, because when he looks up, he sees his boy rushing through the courtyard to get to his weights class. Yugyeom hops off the bench, and rushes over, weaving between people until he can reach out, and just --!! He catches his wrist, and pulls Jungkook towards him, but away from people. Away from their eyes, away from their conversation. He leads him into a corridor, and doesn't even care that he may be late for his last class. Yugyeom will take the fall, if anything. He'll tell the coach it was his fault. . When he turns around to finally look at this boy -- boyfriend? date-ee? Swooner? -- he staggers back. And he sees just why Jungkook .. Wasn't around..

His throat tightens, and he stares at him up and down. Seeing how the mask barely hides bruises, how his eyes are tired, how there's a piss poor make up job, and there's something that fires up in him. Who had done this? He'll kick someone's , he swears to god. His dad's a lawyer, he can afford a legal disagreement, but jesus, , he's never felt so .. Angry. For another.

"What happened to you?" And though he's angry, his voice is so soft, so sweet. He reaches forward, with a tentative hand, and drags his fingers just under Jungkook's bangs. What the hell happened indeed. His poor boy.

Someone's going to pay.

@★ hyuna k。 Awaiting her arrival, he shoots the girl a boxy grin the moment she settles in beside him. Sitting forward a bit, he sweeps his arm around the courtyard as if to show off the other students and teachers wandering in their own devices. "You wanted my help with that assignment, right? The one on fashion misconceptions?"

He recalls the coursework he'd given just at the beginning of that week and how the girl before him admitted having trouble completing it. Squinting against the sunlight, he pointed to a girl just feet away. Her ruby red lipstick stands out as contrasting against her turquoise locks. Her black satin jacket folds against her tall frame. "Her, for instance. What does her fashion say to you about her? Don't worry, there's no wrong answer here."


[ pic reference: https://78.media.tumblr.com/382f19194e2aad1b06b649695797251e/tumblr_olwgludh1c1w2h57bo1_500.jpg ]

@✸ taehyung k。 Hyunas heels clacked on the ground as she follows behind the male, holding a homemade lunch box in her hands she makes her way over the grass. Her brown orbs glancing at the other students before her head spins to the teacher at his words.

"I'm coming mr. Kim!"

She calls back with a small roll of her eyes and a grin on her red lips. As she reaches him, she sinks down to sit beside him and smoothes the wrinkes of her black leather pencil skirt. She places the lunchbox on her lap before turning her head to Taehyung s small smile gracing her lips.

@★ jaehyung p。 being classmates with someone soojung considered a friend (though she would never admit this sincerely) made it a lot easier for the lady to adjust to her class. fashion designing was not a passion of hers, but it was something her mother was convinced that would help her in the future with her career. truth be told, soojung was not really aware of what she wanted in the future. perhaps pursue an acting career? she seemed to be quite good at that. for this class, they were given a project that required a partner - they needed to pass a design that would ultimately be become the ice skating club's uniform. she had, without a second thought, agreed to be jaehyung's partner, because first of all, they were supposedly 'best friends,' and second of all, despite being almost blind, he was quite talented. she had no idea how he managed to pass the class, but she genuinely admired him for it. "we still have... how many days again until the due date?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to remember. she craned her neck up to look at the male, who was almost twenty centimeters taller than she was. "hm, it would be nice if we were able to finish the design as early as we can though. at least by then, we'd have some free time to ourselves, don't you think?"

@✩ jiho k。 oh i love these! /he grabs one from her hand and opens it a bit too quickly and ends up opening it all wrong. well . /he laughs softly and starts to chew slowly. oh! spicy tuna my favorite, help yourself with my snacks if you'd like

@★ hyuna k。 The day's avid light casts wisps against his shoulders. An aureate glow that toddles amidst those dyed flaxen locks, paints them exquisite. Softened embers before a spark of a flame. Taehyung extends his arms to welcome the sight before him, the students bustling about the courtyard in worlds all their own. Most pretend not to notice the teacher as he waltzes by, but some make do with acknowledging him in front of their peers. It doesn't stop him from waving bombastically at each and every one of them.

"Ms. Kim, c'mon! The weather's perfect now. Gotta get started now before your lunch period ends!"

He doesn't even chance a glance back at the female, Hyuna, whom he assumes is still trailing just a beat or so behind. He meanders like a child on his first walk, making certain to attend to the sight of everything. Catching breaths between his bubbling excitement, eyes ablaze in desire to simply see everything. As a teacher, he's forced to have an actual classroom, but his muse has always been amongst the crowds. Especially outside, in the throes of nature at its more subtle and contained design.

Without worrying for his Prada gauchos, he plops down beside the bed of petunias and eases lazily against the oak tree behind him.

@★ jooheon l。 "It's not even /that/ hot out here, Joo." Jennie raised a brow at her lover, hands resting upon either side of her bare waist. Due to the impending heat that had been predicted by the local weather station the night before, she'd chosen an ensemble consisting of a tank top, jean shorts, and converse. It was comfortable and handled the heat well. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was simply being dramatic. "And since when am I a problem, huh?" She kept her voice level, knowing better than to growl and snarl in annoyance in a public place. If her father caught wind of her behavior, there would be hell to pay. Instead, she brushed Jooheon's stubborn blonde tresses away from his face, in her stomach when he decided to poke at it. "Because the weather station said it was going to be hot and I wanted to be comfortable." She remarked in a matter-of-fact tone, letting out an annoyed huff. "You're just upset because other guys are staring at me. If it weren't for the fact I'd get in a heap of trouble, I would've told them all to off already." She lowered her voice to just above a whisper, dark eyes searching her boyfriend's. "And keep in mind that you're the one who has my heart, not them."

@✩ jiho k。 [] ah! bub i will reply to you tomorrow!!~

@✩ yuri p。 ah- /she hiccups, covering as she suddenly feels sorry that he had heard her slightly snarky comment. you brought a lot! i just brought some fruits and a few onigiris. would you like some? /she hands a rice ball over to the male, relaxing her posture and bringing herself to smile.

@✩ jennie k。 “Holy ing hell. It’s getting hotter and hotter outside and you being here with me does not help. At all." His complaints are incessant, borderline obnoxious and unnecessary because the weather in particular wasn't too bad, it being a comfortable eighty degrees. He's perspiring, sure; but it's very slight, with the tiny beads of sweat glistening upon his forehead in which he's quick to wipe off with the back of his hand. A sigh elicits past his lips and he's looking up at his girlfriend, head upon her thighs as he frowns and pokes at her bare stomach out of mock annoyance. "Why did you have to wear that?" He quips with a groan, simply because his grumbles of hatred towards the warm weather were not entirely out of sweltering conditions, but simply because the girl he so cherished decided to wear a crop top that day. Just as any other day, however guys were staring. And he did not. Appreciate it. In the slightest.

@✩ jiho k。 yeah it is out in open /chuckles feeling embarrassed since he still managed to hear. uh i brought crackers, juice boxes, a sandwiches, uhm /rummages inside his bag. oh and some almonds! want some?

@✩ yuri p。 i mean, it's out in the open like this... /she mumbles very softly, just loud enough for herself to hear. what kind of snacks did you bring? /raising her head back up slowly, gaze falling onto your bag as she zips her lunchbox open.

@✩ jiho k。 oh don't worry about it, it's not that secret anymore /he chuckles, shaking his head then glances at the her, noticing she's upset. it wasn't that secret to begin with, anyways! let's eat /he takes out a couple of snacks from his bag.

@✩ yuri p。 oh... did i discover your secret hangout? i'm sorry... /she frowns slightly, tilting her head down as the volume in her voice starts to dwindle.

@✩ jiho k。 /settles down next to jiho and lays my back on the soft grass. not really no, this is a secret hangout i have, no one ever comes here

@✩ yuri p。 /wanders around the courtyard for a bit, before finding an empty spot near the fountain and deciding to settle there. so students come here a lot?

prancing in here with my protruding belly, ping my jacket whole crouching down letting the kitty jump out. the kitty was shaking it's whole body and looked at me. with a slight frown i pat the kitty.
the dean said you can't be inside so i brought you here i'll be back after school to pick you up and go home to my house okay. i hope you're still when i get back.
a soft meow elicit from the small creature, smiling as i dusted myself off and walks away.

@✩ christian y。 Yuri always had a favorite spot in the courtyard after he came out of his Japanese class. It was by a tree that had the most shade and he always found peacefulness since he didn't have to interact with anyone.

He didn't expect someone to be there for once.

The unknown male didn't seem familiar to Yuri. Even though he didn't talk to many people, he still knew about 3/4 of the school's population. He looked foreign so he though it must be a transfer and probably didn't know his way around the school yet. Taking his chances, he sat down close by the tree and glances at the foreign male.

"Hey, are you new here? You don't seem like you're around here," he says cautiously, not wanting his stutter to show in front a stranger.