@m. yoongi she couldn't hold back her peals of laughter at his dramatic act, her heart skipping a beat once he winked at her. she inched in close to him when he cupped his face, lending him her ear, gasping comically at what he said. "really? i thought those were only for basketball members and like their families and significant others...but i have heard the rumors that the food there is the best on campus. us theater majors are jealous, we only get ty pizza before shows and most of us don't even eat that because it s with our throat."
"of course! really?? don't miss your practices though, I don't want your team to hate me." she almost melts at the way he's looking so excitedly at her. she's never had someone (especially someone this cute) be this excited about the idea of free tickets to a college musical, but she'd give him all of the free tickets she gets if it meant keeping that look on his face. "it's a deal. i'm gonna hog all the courtside seats so i can see you guys play up close." she wiggled excitedly in her seat, legs bouncing with anticipation of having front row seats to the games, since tickets usually were super hard to get. "AND i get to wear THE min yoongi's jersey? woooow so many girls are gonna be jealous of me." gasping dramatically before fanning herself jokingly, teasing him since she knew that lots of girls at solace dreamed of catching the basketball player's attention, especially since he had the reputation for being mainly focused on sports or school, often times ignoring girls who tried to chase after him.
"well you've gotta be doing something right-- it takes a lot of brain power to get onto the dean's list." "what do you wanna do with a chemistry degree? like go into lab research or...honestly i don't know what you do with chemistry besides play with chemicals and beakers to be fair." she laughed nervously and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, hoping he wouldn't think she was dumb for asking. "thats even more impressive in my opinion but--make sure you sleep okay? not to sound like your mom since i kinda just met you but take it easy on yourself." she frowned slightly, realizing the toll that it must take on him to always be running around either studying or practicing and she felt a strange urge to make sure he was taken care of, weird, since they barely knew each other.
@k. chungha clutching at the left chest in relief as he falls back further to feign a rather hyperbolized reaction; his other hand swiping under his sweatband to wipe away fake sweat droplets while he exhales a prolonged sigh, “thank in’ god. you’re a life saver for someone I just met huh?” teeth peering in sight from his widened grin, sending off a wink. yoongi then inches in slightly before hushing lowly, cupping a side of his mouth as if he was going to let her into a secret, “I’ll let you sneak into sports celebratory dinners— the food is always bomb as .”
“would you actually? I mean i really would go, even if it’s intersects with my practices. I’d show up like this panting and to catch the last moment, you feel?” he hopes his eyes don’t suddenly have the largest sparkling stars residing in his sockets, but his posture straightens slightly upon the offer. seeing a cute woman (because we only respect women here), and a cute woman seeing him? suddenly he feels the adrenaline and the need to dip out of the room to go shoot a thousand more hoops to prepare for the next game. “how ‘bout this... you let me into the show and I let you into the the game early so you get any seats— bring your friends too if you want.“ but the surprise resting on his face invites itself once more due to the images of her wearing his oversized jersey popping throughout his mind; however, he quickly diverts back into a state of merriment, “I’d pass you mine right now it it wasn’t so... gross, but noted— expect number eleven and min yoongi to be on your back this friday.”
“trust me, I’m really not, but somehow on the list. I’m pretty sure the system is rigged for the amount of times I sleep in class,” he mumbles, fingers lightly raking at his his fringe hanging from his band, but he does’t forget to nudge her back gently as his eyes divert down to her digits, “though... I’m not exactly complaining. a man’s just trying to be rich.” chungha’s next few questions reel him into the depth of his thoughts and he soon realizes he doesn’t actually have an answer or a solution. frankly, he’s just a mess of a human that do things on a impulse if they fit his range of suitability. “now you really got me using my brain which I usually don’t use. all I can say is: I just do it and I rarely ever sleep.”
@m. yoongi "you're secret's safe with me." she grinned goofily, playing along with his scared act. she held her breath after suggesting the show, worried that he'd think that she was pressuring him and sighed a breath of relief once he laughed. "i think they would--its supposed to be for everyone, not just the performing arts students, but no one really ends up joining becasue i guess they're scared of looking bad since they don't study it?" her eyes lit up happily once he said he would do it, excited to see what he had in store for the show since he obviously had loads of talent.
she couldn't help but focus on his adorable gummy grin, clearing quickly before she seemed creepy for staring. "thanks! that means alot, especially since you aren't a huge fan of theatre. i'll give you tickets to my next show if you want." her offer was partially selfish, wanting to see his reaction to her performances since she didn't know he was there before. she blinked at his offer to sit next to him and tried to conceal the flutter of her heart as she made her way over to the bench and sat down on the black cushion, her leg brushing against his slightly. "yeah i've gone to a few games before, they're fun to watch--you'll have to throw me one of your jersey's or something, i've always been jealous since i'm too short to catch them when they're being thrown into the crowd." chungha didn't comment on his flirtatious response about playing better if she was there, but she definitely didn't miss it, attempting to conceal the stupid grin that seemingly was her automatic response when she was around him.
"wooow deans list huh, someone here is a smarty-pants." she playfully nudged his shoulder with her own, her fingers lightly resting atop the piano keys. "i honestly don't know how you balance that with basketball and being friends with basically everyone on campus. i get exhausted just rehearsing and it doesn't even take that much mental power."
@k. chungha “it’s cool— nobody’s suppose to be in here anyway, so I was asking for it— you won’t tell on me right?” he ends off in a whisper, rendering in an act where he appears rather scared, but out of sheer playfulness.
upon the thought of joining possible annual shows, an old feeling appears back in his chest. the reminiscence of being yelled at, scolded, and then getting no reward if he were to ace his shows, concerts, and exams. however, knowing that chungha had shared such passion for theatre and knowing he wouldn’t deal with such a negative reaction, the opportunity suddenly seemed appealing. yoongi takes himself out of his lingering mind, mumbling with a laugh of disbelief, “you think they’d let me though? a kid who hasn’t studied that bull in years take up another kid’s opportunity if there happens to be limited spots? I can be heartless, but not that heartless....” but he pauses; his smiling growing, “though I might just do it. I think you sold that one, miss chungha.”
after their hands depart from one another, he feels the familiar coldness and he nearly fails on hindering his frown; however, he finds himself lowering his head while he dwells in his toothy grin. “if I’m being honest, I’m not too huge on theatre, but your work is pretty in’ sick though,” along with her being unreal visually, she had unreal talents and abilities. yoongi settled his bag next to his feet, scooting over as he patted the spot next to him for her to sit. “you have? maybe I should play better now that I know you’re watching— and man tell me about it, chemistry so bad, but somehow I’m on the dean’s list, yet I’m here trying to achieve a masters too.”
@m. yoongi it was cute how flustered he was. "nah, it was my fault, i shouldn't have scared you like that." she bit down on her lip with a shy smile, eyes noticing the small blush on his cheeks--cute. "i don't know the soundtrack that well, but it was a really pretty song." her eyes followed his hand as it went to tussle his pale pink locks, blinking to shake herself out of the daze that she was in as he continued their conversation.
"ah, i see. you play beautifully though-- you should enter in the annual showcase, i'm sure people would go wild over seeing our star basketball player also playing piano." she replied sincerely, she knew that the students of solace would cause a ruckus over finding out that he played piano, adding into the fact that he played it well. the smirk he had on her face when he introduced himself (not that she needed it--everyone, including herself knew who min yoongi was) made her cheeks grow warmer, and she hoped to god that she wasn't flushed a cherry red in front of him. chungha retracted her hand after the handshake to tie her hair up in a ponytail, a passing thought of how soft his hand felt in hers briefly crossing her mind. "really? thank you! i didn't know you were a fan of theatre." her smile grew even wider at the compliment, a part of her pleased that he knew who she was, which was surprising given his popularity. "i've seen you play a couple of times--basketball I mean. i didn't know you were a chemistry major either, that takes some guts, i remember hating science." she was basically rambling at this point, her nerves getting the best of her when trying to make conversation. she almost regretted interrupting him, and was worried that he'd leave in a hurry when really she wanted to get to know him more.
@k. chungha maybe during these times he’d wished that he had a cleaner mouth, but it seems like from the shrill of her laugh, he doesn’t mind a dirty mouth. “that... was embarrassing, ,” he vocalizes with a a hand now sheepishly rubbing his neck, cheeks now hinting a speck of slight pink. “it’s my favourite film. one summer’s day? I was playing that one in particular, but not sure if you remember it,” he took his hands off the keys to lean back, hands now clutching on the ledge of the seat with his attention settled on chungha’s frame. he attempts to make it less obvious that he’s analyzing her features, but he admits that it’s a struggle to avoid seeing crescent moons when her eyes curl up from the billboard-worthy smile.
“I trained by the best, but essentially forced to play growing up. wasn’t my choice. it’s why I haven’t played in awhile or bother joining musical platforms— not my thing,” he adds while lifting up a hand to ruffle into his strands nearly timidly. he leaves his pink petals ajar briefly due to the introduction (the one he thought would never happen), encasing his hands in hers with his heart striking from 60mph to 157mph, but he builds the courage to shake her hand with a light hold and a smug grin, “yoongi. senior. dying in chemistry. nice to meet you, chungha. I think i’ve seen your work actually. theatre suits you.” god, and he hopes he doesn’t seem like a creep.
@m. yoongi chungha let out a laugh at the curse he let out, her eyes curling up like little crescents. "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." she walked over to the stairs and climbed up slowly, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag before walking over to where the piano was. "i've seen it once or twice. was that the theme?" leaning against the black surface, chungha's eyes took in the features of the boy sitting in front of her. they had never really conversed, but she knew him from around the school and how often he was talked about. he was cuter than she expected, and captain of the basketball team? no wonder both girls AND guys fell for him.
"i didn't know that you played piano, you sound like you were trained classically." chungha dropped her duffel bag onto the ground to pull out a pair of jazz shoes, slowly stretching her feet and legs before putting them on. "sorry, i'm not sure if I ever introduced myself. i'm chungha, a sophomore majoring in theatre and performing arts." she stuck out a hand towards him, her heart beating faster for some ... odd reason.
@k. chungha yoongi is aware of the times when the rooms are silent and when he is forbidden to be inside, but at this particular time, he runs out of practice with his duffel bag hung over one shoulder with his jersey, shorts, and nike sweatband plastered around his forehead and wrists. this isn’t exactly theatre attire, but he makes a run for it like his life depends on it. his vision is brimmed with blurred trees and buildings, but soon after he’s standing at the entrance of his destination. there stood the sleek structure of keys he’d always side eye, glance, and glare at when he got the chance. at the start, he takes hesitant steps with soft pants, then he stands in front of his fears; fingers gliding over the bars of white and black as if the piano was to shatter in mere seconds. yoongi settles on the stool with his fingers raised up before he begins to string the harmonies and the notes.
“holy ing sh—“ the softened and light timbre startles him nearly out of the seat; a hand clutching onto his chest. then he recognizes its chungha— a girl he’s always took note of from afar, and the one shining star in the department of theatrics... not to mention, she’s pretty cute... like really in’ cute. his lips then curl into an ‘o’ before breaking out into a low chuckle with the shake of his head, “thanks uh, do you know spirited away?”
@m. yoongi chungha took a deep breath as she walked into the theater, a smile finding its way onto her face like always. the stage felt like home to her, much more than home ever really did. as she walked closer to the edge of the stage, chungha's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes trying to make out who was sitting at the piano in the corner. the melody that was being played sounded so beautiful and haunting and she couldn't help but gape for a few moments after realizing who it was. was she really witnessing min yoongi, captian of the basketball team and who was seen as the 'scary senior' playing a ballad on the piano? once he finished playing, she let out a round of applause, startling the boy sitting at the bench. "that was really good, what piece is that?"
scants of light glow upon tzuyu, her footsteps echoing in the emptiness of the room. the cold pricks her skin, goosebumps dotting the bareness of it. the lonesome and discarded curtains of the stage tremble in the sheer loneliness of it all.
"no one is here besides me," tzuyu says, chewing the bottom of her lip as her eyes scurry towards anything it could cling onto. she may be new, but having no friends to roam around the halls of this school feels like a lump has lodged in .
