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@park sunghoon a light chuckle left him before he mirrored the grin presented towards him. "why disrupt such a good sleep with an alarm?" he continued, interest now at a high with his enigmatic acquaintance, whom he was sure he knew; his name was just evading him still. he'd ask in due time, he mused to himself.

his head tilted at an angle, gaze inquisitive as he followed the man's actions. mild confusion laid in his expression upon witnessing the gaiety, his puzzlement growing with every passing second.

ah. crimson dusted his cheeks and ears the longer he stared at the ill-favored collage that was visible on the smartphone. there was no denying him being the one in the photoset, not when his body had already betrayed him.

swallowing down the stammers and desires to scream and run away while he's at it, he sheepishly replied, "yes, but um, can you pretend you never saw that...?"

@zhang hao even the light push rings in his head in pain, which he is suddenly reminded of. although the annoyed sound the other made makes it clear to him and his heart clenches in regret, hanbin's hand shoots to hold onto the spot he hurt earlier in desperate attempt to prove he Was actually in a battle... with a tree. "ah, my head.. i think i got concus--.. conc--.. brain earthquake."

he studies his lover's expression for a small moment before reaching for his arm, holding onto it lightly like he was something precious that could easily melt. "i'm sorry baby, didn't mean to scare you for real. and you know i don*t think. wanna hear the explanation?"

@sung hanbin his eyelids fluttered repeatedly as his concerns melted into confusion when he heard the small chortles. was suffering from “battle scars” a laughing matter? was he the one overreacting here? was it really just a meeting with a cat—no… wait. zhang hao stared at the sulky expression his boyfriend kept on his face, and then shifted his gaze to where his finger was positioned. that, and seeing how hanbin’s features weren’t marked with bruises, red scratches, or anything of the sort… oh, he felt a little stupid now.

he released his grip on the other, but not without giving a light push, just to further show his annoyance with the joke he fell for. he made sure his huff was evidently heard as he crossed his arms, gaze towards hanbin now sharp. “you… you think you’re getting a kiss after scaring me like that? think again, bin.”

@zhang hao hanbin almost sweats, his eyes quaking in panic. and when this stupid joke costs him his relationship?

he opens his mouth to say something before the last sentence registers and he can’t help but let out a light chuckle. zhang hao knows him so well, no wonder really there, but he still finds it endearing every time.

hanbin wishes he found a cat on the street again, he misses his little furry friends dearly. he juts his lower lip in a slight pout before pointing to it. “here..”

@sung hanbin noticing how the hanbin’s smile—which always made his heart leap from just how pretty and sweet it was, especially when directed towards him—dropped, zhang hao felt his panic building up.

he shook his head, barely registering what was said, and shook hanbin a little, his words coming out in a breathless ramble. “answer me first, where are you hurt? who hurt you? or, did you… did you get attacked by a cat you found on the street again?”

@zhang hao upon seeing his boyfriend strutting from a distance, hanbin couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in his chest and the huge smile on his face. he hasn’t seen zhang hao for what felt like eternity and he missed him terribly.

seeing his boyfriend falling to his knees however, wiped that goofy smile off his face and a slightly shocked expression replaced it. the worry on his boyfriend’s pretty face made him feel bad about that text.

he pats his lap and tugs on zhang hao’s sleeve. “babe.. don’t sit on the ground.”

@choi beomgyu with the soporific haze dispersed, the tortured ball of cap scrunched within his loosely closed fist. a vacant pair of obsidian irises focused into the void, the mobius strip of banal ruminations until a voice, promptly, snatched his attention.

akin to raw honey, sunshine poured within the inky pools when his chin lifted. his distorted countenance straightened, his ripe mouth curled at the corners into a lazy smile.

"evidently." he responded with good humour, accompanied by a light shrug of shoulders. quickly, he glanced down at his slovenly ensemble.

there was a sense of undeniable familiarity lingering on his unexpected companion's attractive mien.

eureka!

sunghoon stifled the mirth rising up his throat with the back of his hand. casually, he reached for his smartphone residing within in backpack. he unlocks the device and scrolls throught the countless social media post.

"are you choi beomgyu?" he asked, display a collage dominating his screen. "you look better in person." he taunted, his tone lacking any malice, however it held blatant amusement.

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@park sunghoon fingers straightened out and resting above his brows, acting as a makeshift visor against the aureate light, a content hum escaped beomgyu’s lips. he always had some affinity for autumnal weather. it painted the campus grounds with mellow rays that he basked in whenever possible, like now. his legs splayed over the blades of grass, his lower back putting cautious weight against his propped up guitar bag. another hum left him as he absentmindedly surveyed the different figures lounging about, in positions akin to his or completely oppositional.

rapid movements followed by a low, displeased grumble out of the corner of his eyes piqued his interest then. he’d been clueless about his neighbor’s identity when he first set up camp here, as a ball cap had obscured their countenance. now that the person sat upright, his features sparked, albeit vaguely, recognition to beomgyu. a sharp visage he once encountered on social media, yes, that must be it. regardless of where he’d seen this individual before, he decided, after observing more disoriented movements, to call out, in a light, conversational tone,

“looks like you had a nice nap over there?”

[] erm sorry if u didn't want the tag but u'll forgive me cuz im cute right :3

@sung hanbin zhang hao had a bounce in his walk towards the quad. even if he’d already seen his boyfriend when the sun first said hello, he was excited to see his handsome face again. he pulled out his phone with a smile that quickly dropped when he read the contents on the screen. what? did hanbin run into trouble again?

he fastened his steps towards that one tree they liked to claim whenever they rendezvoused in this area. sure enough, his boyfriend was underneath the green foliage. hao fell to his knees the moment he reached hanbin’s side, uncaring about getting his jeans dirty. he placed hands onto the other’s shoulders with worry, scanning his face in panic as he asked, “babe! where are you injured, are you okay?!”

hanbin, still checking his phone for a message from his boyfriend or just Manly giggling at the groupchat, sat on the grass under a tree, leaning his back on the said tree and accidentally hit his head in the process. he cursed under his breath and moved his hand to the spot to soothe the pain, but he only needed one thing.

he took his phone once again and pulled the messages with hao, rapidly smashing the keys.

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*just got into a big fight. might have some battle scars pls hurry* :(
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the incarnate of sloth, laid horizontally on the thick verdant carpet, beneath golden sunlight that lacked the scorching summer heat albeit held subtle warmth.

his visage shrouded by a baseball cap while the backpack assumed the role of the pillow, though stiff-neck inducing was enough to provide support his ephemeral visitation to dreamland.

songs from his personally curated playlist plugged into his ear drums. until he shot up that the violent interruption from his alarm.

".." his groggy and understandably hoarse voice uttered, removing the cap from his face that contorted when confronted by the bright daylight. he sat up, fingers running through his tousled hair, uncharacteristically messy from the nap. his disoriented brain trying to gather any semblance of composture to clear the dredges of his sleep.

gertrude was having the worst day of her life. 10 students came to her wanting to change programs and almost none of that had the right requirements. she wasted several hours of her life on these students with no direction, just for her to end up with a delayed lunch time. what makes it worse is that she only packed herself a sandwich today and that was definitely not satisfying enough for the anger that the students put her through. she was trying to calm her mental state by taking a walk at the quad to feel at peace and one with nature, to experience some of the fresh air, and fascinate at the buildings that were built before her time. this was the plan. however, how is it past conventional lunch time and students were still out and about at the quad? she heard the irritating voices of students talking about their courses and not liking the their programs. she heard the grating voices of students complaining about their bad grades and wanting to drop out of school or maybe changing their program would help them excel. this was the worst. "get to the class kids" was all she could think of in her head and while she could definitely engage with these students, now was simply not the time. she needs to eat her sandwich.

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