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jxnmyn:

Junmyeon had hoped for a flicker of recognition on Kyungsoo’s face, a light of understanding in his eyes, as he’d pointed out the remanents of their lives together.

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The door swung open to reveal a musty smelling apartment– sunlight filtering into the room at just the right angle to highlight the aimlessly floating particles of dust. 

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kai-jh: 

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The crimson haired boy barely managed to crane his neck toward the unfamiliar voice; peripheral vision granting him nothing less than a blurred silhouette.

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selentihun-deactivated20130809 gasped: The moment the other held his novel safely in their hands, he brought his hand hands back. One idly stuffed itself into a jean pocket, while the other absent-mindedly tossed through his already messy, wind swept hair. Shaking his head at the boy's cut off speech, his hand was now brushing the air dismissively. Now two hands in a pocket, his lips pressed into a thinner line. He nodded towards the novel while looking at the other, gave the quietest hum, then he was turned and walking away.

A barely audible yelp of protest urged itself from the back of Kyungsoo’s throat as he peered down at the novel, nothing less than absolute befuddlement permeating his countenance.

What were you supposed to do with a gift from a stranger? Could this even classify as a gift?

“H-Hey!” Kyungsoo called, an arm raising to waver the abandoned piece of literature as if it were some sort of– well, flag. “Mister, You forgot your book!”

selentihun-deactivated20130809 gasped: He simply looks at the other for a moment, hearing the blur of apologies directed at him, he had to admit this fellow was the first to give so much attention to him so far. Catching the young man's gaze on his novel, he looks down at it and seemed to be contemplating something. Before anything, he's taking a step forward and thrusts the novel to the crimsonhead's zone. He taps against the front cover, signalling there was something on it that was important. On the underside was a return address.

He reels backward a little; somewhat startled by the suddenly encroaching unfamiliar. A feeling of pure trepidation now swelled within the pit of Kyungsoo’s stomach. 

He parts his lips to speak but no words prevail; throat bobbing as he only manages to swallow hard. 

Actions speak louder than words anyway– or so they say.

Kyungsoo reaches out (albeit tentatively) to glide the pads of his fingers over the book’s cover, a brow simultaneously raising as he heightens his gaze furthermore to meet the taller boy’s. “You–” he starts, the edges of his voice hoarse despite the only momentary silence. “Why are you–”

nocteurnes:

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Ebony hues settled on the slim female; and Kyungsoo instantaneously noted the way in which her countenance skewed into an expression similar to that of befuddlement, only to be replaced with a small bout of laughter only seconds later.

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selentihun-deactivated20130809 gasped: His face could be arguably pressed into his book, his eyes skimming the pages of what seemed to be a cluster of fairytales. His movements were slow, a school bag lazily slung over one shoulder, eyes reflecting the fatigue of enduring many days worth of work. It's probably his foggy state of mind that causes him not to see you from his peripheral vision, the light brush of shoulders causes him to look up. He blinks slowly for a moment, before bowing his head, replacing that as an apology.

Kyungsoo spins on his heels to bow clumsily and stammer an apologetic sentence of his own; several stray crimson tresses flopping down to brush against a pale forehead.

He slowly unfolds himself to full height but moments later, slender fingers idly toying with a loose thread on the edge of his pocket and ebony hues training to the novel within the latter’s clutches. 

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