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purplesurveys · 3 years

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survey by joybucket

Have you _____ during this pandemic?

Worn a mask? I mean, of course. I put one on even when I’m only picking up deliveries from my doorstep.

got tested for coronavirus? Never. I also hope I’ll never have to go through this, I don’t want a stick up my nose and throat D:

known someone who died from the virus? Personally? Too many people at this point.

gotten the COVID vaccine? Not yet, but I have many relatives who’ve already gotten theirs, my mom and grandmother included, so at least. I know my employer has a plan in place over the next few weeks or months, so I’m just currently waiting for updates on their end.

started a new hobby? Yeah, I started on embroidery late last year. I haven’t been able to keep it up, but I’m still very much interested and want to go back to it soon. I also plan on getting one or two new Klaypel kits so I can finally replace and throw out the ones Gabie gave to me as gifts.

hated being stuck at home? Yeah, especially during the start when there seemed to be no end in sight. When they heightened quarantine protocols again earlier this month, that also made me feel aggravated about being stuck at home indefinitely since I had already started going out on weekends for self-dates.

worn a mask someone made for you? No one has made a mask for me, but one of my uncles got me a supply of a certain kind of face mask that I didn’t initially use.

sewn your own mask? No.

purchased masks at the store? Not me personally, but my dad regularly buys a supply for the family to use.

purchased a KN95 or N95 mask? Again, not me. But we regularly have a stock at home, along with the blue surgical face masks.

complimented someone on their mask? I don’t think so. I barely pay attention especially towards mask designs.

protested mask-wearing? ????? My name’s not Karen.

complained on Facebook? Nothing mask-related, but I have definitely complained about the government’s negligence and lack of proactivity about this entire situation.

read a book? I started on Midnight Sun which my parents got for me, but I never finished it. I got busy immediately the week after since I got accepted into my internship, and it was also because I was dealing with my breakup and could not focus enough to read for more than 5 minutes.

had an event canceled you had been looking forward to? My college graduation, which I’ll forever stay bitter about.

stocked up on toilet paper? I don’t think so. My parents didn’t believe in panic-buying.

been to the store when it was crowded? I do remember the mall being packed when I went last-minute Christmas shopping. Not to a crazy extent, but there was still quite a number of people.

been to the store when the toilet paper aisle was empty? N/A. We don’t have toilet paper aisles, but all stores have hand sanitizers and temperature checks by their entrance.

lost your job? I didn’t have a job before the pandemic because I had still been a student when everything started.

worked from home? Yup, and still on an WFH arrangement until now.

still had to go to work? I’ve had to go two times, but that was because it was absolutely necessary to go to the office to get the work done. My employer is pretty strict about this anyway and if something could be done at home, they’d decline the request.

went to a protest at your state's capital building? Well we don’t have states so this isn’t really relevant to me. Should a credible org plan a protest against the government though, I’d be interested in going.

watched the news for updates on the virus? We keep the TV on during dinner, at which time the news is always on. Whether I want to or not, I always get updates on the Covid situation in the country.

wondered if you had covid? Yeah, when I got extremely sick in May last year.

not left the house for a week? Way more than a week.

watched YouTube videos? YouTube is pretty much a part of my daily routine, with or without the virus.

spent a whole day watching movies? I’ve only watched one movie since the beginning of the pandemic.

cleaned your house from top to bottom? Not me, but my mom.

ordered something online? Too much crap.

ordered a pizza? I’ve gotten pizza a few times for my family, yeah. I remember ordering from Pizza Hut, Motorino, and most recently, Yellow Cab.

prayed to God?

completely forgotten a holiday that you normally celebrate? Nah, I usually remember when holidays are because that means I get a day off hahaha.

voted in an election? There haven’t been any elections that have taken place since the start of the pandemic.

gotten to know your neighbors? Somewhat. I only say hi to them and greet them a good morning/afternoon when I walk the dogs, but I don’t initiate conversations.

sanitized everything in your home? We always do this, especially when a package arrives for someone in the family.

wrote someone a letter? Started one but never finished because I soon realized it wouldn’t be worth it.

wished this pandemic were over? Don’t we all?

been surprised this pandemic has lasted so long? Yeah, I definitely thought things would be normal by now.

worried about catching the virus? I think the worry exists for everyone. I just wouldn’t say I’ve ever gotten super anxious and panicky about it. I feel pretty resigned at this point and just want everything to be over, so I can finally have the life I was meant to have back.

stayed home because you didn't want to catch the virus? That, and because I was required to stay home to begin with.

been to church? We watch a service on YouTube every Sunday morning.

watched an online church service? ^ Yeah, that’s what I meant haha oops.

been stopped by a police officer? No, but there was one time I was cleaning up Cooper’s tray and there happened to be a village guard cycling by our street, and he just kindly reminded me to put on a mask or shield since I had forgotten to do it.

seen a lot of police cars patrolling the area? No. I would definitely be pissed off if this happened - especially in a residential subdivision - and share a pic on social media to alert everyone about the unnecessary mess that is the police.

had someone cough on you out in public? No. But again, this would also piss me off and I wouldn’t hesitate to confront the asshole who would do something like that.

has someone stand less than six feet away from you while waiting in line? Always. Some people here can still be unbelievably stubborn.

had to use an inhaler? Never needed one.

been to the doctor? Yeah, to have my blood and urine tests examined.

had increased asthma and/or allergy symptoms? I have neither.

felt like you were fighting a virus? Like I said, I got a bad fever sometime last year. Even though I didn’t show any of the common Covid symptoms (e.g. I had wet cough instead of a dry cough), I felt as if I was rotting away lmao. I could barely stand up and I felt like fainting the second I would raise my head.

been diagnosed with the coronavirus? No.

felt lonely? It’s natural.

went somewhere with a friend? Just a couple of times. I went to UPTC with Andi at the start of the year, then back in Feb I went to Perfy’s with several friends, well aware of our ignorance but badly craving for a sense of normalcy for even just a night.

attended an online event? BANG BANG COOOOOOOOOON. Best 8 hours of my life during the pandemic thus far.

had a business in your area close down? Like the people I know who’ve died from the virus, too many.

received a stimulus check? Hasn’t happened.

received food stamps? No, and I don’t think we have that system in place here. The government just lets the hungry go hungrier.

applied for disability? No, not applicable.

applied for food assistance? No, thankfully we haven’t reached this point.

visited a food pantry? ^

had a fever? Just back in May. Hasn’t happened again since.

believed a conspiracy theory about the virus? Cringe, no.

had to take online classes? When the whole world was still at a loss on how to handle a global pandemic, aka early March, I briefly took Zoom sessions for some of my classes. But it proved to be difficult what with many students struggling with internet connections or being stuck somewhere without their school supplies, so my university canceled the sem altogether not long after and gave everyone general passing grades.

ate at a restaurant? I did a few times. I frequented coffee shops rather than restaurants, though.

walked through a drive-thru? I’ve...driven through a drive-thru, but not walk.

had your mask fog up your glasses? Every damn time I get out of the car, hahaha.

had to go to the hospital because of covid? Nope, not for myself or for someone else.

had to go to the hospital for a different reason? For my fever.

used hand sanitizer? At least once a day.

felt encouraged, joyful, or blessed? Now, especially. Things are starting to look up, at least for my own life.

#survey #surveys

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gothfoxx · 4 years

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My Hero Academia, any pairing, prompt: A and B are tasked to work on undercover mission to infiltrate a gala. They have to act as a couple to go in.

My apologies this took so long, I couldn’t decide what pairing to use. Then I realized lol rarepair duh!

The Gala was apparently about raising money for underprivileged kids with weak or non-existent quirks. A noble cause for sure but as their agency found out it was a front for a black market, a black market for selling pre WW3 art. The invitation they were able get a hold of had been for a couple who had been arrested quietly for buying stolen paintings online earlier in the month. It was the only reason the hero’s found out about this Gala in the first place.

Hero Deku and hero Phantom Theif had been chosen for this mission in account that they were still new and their civilian identities were relatively unknown by the public. To get into character the young heroes had been living as the men they were going as, living in their apartment, ordering from the same restaurants, wearing the same brands. They even dyed their hair to match the couple’s.

On day 1 Neito had set some ground rules, it had sounded reasonable to Izuku until the other pulled a whiteboard from his bag with the rules already written in red ink.

No hugs or kisses unless it’s to save the cover

Clothes are changed in the bathroom only

There must be a pillow between us while sleeping

Only use pet names other than dear for emergencies

No talking about the weather

NO ROMCOMS

Izuku could understand the first three rules, even if the third would be hard since he was a snuggler. The fourth rule was smart if they needed to warn each other without alerting anyone who might be listening in. But the last two were just weird, the weather was off limits? What if a storm looked worrying? Did earthquake count as weather? There were so many questions.

On day 3 Izuku found out the reason for #6 when he came in to the living room to find Neito yelling at the tv where two actors were kissing on screen. “Why would you forgive that lying cheating bastard?! He slept with your mother and then said he was working late ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Izu turned around and went back to the bedroom. Next to #6 he added an exclamation point.

On day 5 Izuku woke up nice and warm with a solid weight against his chest and knew he messed up on rule#3. As gently as he could he unwrapped his arms from the other’s waist and scooted back to his side of the bed. He felt bad but he couldn’t help that over the years at U.A. he got used to clinging or being clung to during sleep overs. 1-A had gone through a lot of trauma together and sometimes safety was found in knowing that others were there. He just hoped it didn’t happen again.

It happened every morning after but Neito slept through the extraction every time.

on day 6 they had a close call when during their trip to the store down the street villains held the establishment at gunpoint. Without their gear and because they couldn’t blow their cover the heroes were useless to do anything but wait on the dirty floors. Izuku fidgeted and mumbled anxiously as the thugs paced the isles demanding money and valuables. One stopped next to them, “Shut him the fuck up before I blow his pretty head off!” Snarled the lady with goat eyes as she aimed her weapon at Izuku’s (currently) purple head of curls. Doing what he could, without pissing the villain off, Neito pulled Izuku’s shaking form on to his own lap. “It’s okay sweetie, I have you” he hushed, hoping the use of rules 1&4 would pull the other out of his panicked state. It kind of worked. Instead of trembling and whispering the purplenett buried his head into Neito’s shoulder, breathing through his nose heavily.

An hour later they were giving their statements to the police, Izuku still clinging onto Neito like a lifeline.

On the morning before the Gala, or day 9, Neito woke up first. Something had tickled his nose and the sensation pulled him from sleep. Tucked under his chin was a mess of bedraggled purple curls, the owner of which was snoozing peacefully on Neito’s chest like he belonged there. And if his heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing this every morning? No one would have to know. So after adjusting his position so that his partner’s hair was no longer in the way he drifted off to sleep.

Later in the day while Izuku was reading on the couch a weight leaned against him and the two would wordlessly tangle themselves so they both could read the scientific journal in comfort. If they spent the day like that no one would be the wiser and they didn’t have to tell. Dinner that night was homemade for the first time since the mission started, Neito was impressed by Izuku’s prowess in the kitchen. “Thank you for dinner dear, it is lovely.” He complemented with a tender smile that made the purplenett turn into a red flustered mess of flailing limbs. Neito wondered if green would look as pretty with that shade. “It’s nothing special! I cook all the time! I can cook for you again if you want!” Oooh, now they both were red messes.

They agreed to getting together after the mission, Izuku making dinner and Neito making dessert.

The evening of the Gala had them rushing around the apartment getting ready for the support team to bring them their gear. They still hadn’t gotten ready for by the time the knock came, “fuck-COME IN” Izuku calls throwing the last of the takeout containers into the trash. He could never live down the shame of having guests over to a disorderly house, even if they weren’t exactly guests and this wasn’t his home. The team let’s themselves in as he rushed into the bedroom, “Sorry about the mess!” Is all they heard as the door closed behind the purple blur.

On the bed were their complimentary tuxes set out in meticulous order. Seeing them out reminds Izuku that as soon as Neito is done in the shower he’d have to jump in. Trying to save time Izu whipped off his shirt and pj pants and tossed them into his laundry basket. Just as he realized that maybe he should have left his pants on the bathroom door opened and for the first time in Izuku’s life his brain stopped running a mile a minute. Steam rolled out, gaining a heavenly glow from the soft yellow on the light fixtures. The figure standing in the holy light was striking with a waxed chest, chiseled abs, and a trail of soft blond hair leading to his- “Deku shut up! Good lord, this is why we have rule two!” And that’s how Izuku learned that mumbles out loud even with his brain powered down and mouth worryingly dry. “You broke it too!” He shot back covering his eyes and turning to face a wall to avoid more awkwardness.

The team apparently heard everything because when Neito headed to the living room to get his under armor and ear piece they were all giggling. Taking the towel he was using to dry his baby blue dyed hair and flinging it over a chair he set them with a hard glare. “If you have time to be making fun of us then you have time to be working, let’s get to this.” He gritted out walking to the closest support member. They all shut up after that and helped him suit up. By the time he was done Izuku had joined them and was finding it hard to meet anyone’s eyes. With gear taken care of the team left them and headed back to HQ near the Gala.

“Can you stop acting like the world is ending because you had a Chargebolt moment? I’m a underground 18+ hero, it’s not the first time someone accidentally said something about how I look.” Neito sighs, he didn’t like the way it felt like Izuku wanted to run from him. They had to act like a couple for just a few more hours dang it, all this would be for nothing if they were awkward together now! “Though no one has called me a angel before, usually it’s unsavory or outright foul descriptions. It was nice, so please don’t feel so bad. It’s fine.” He reassures, it’s then he notes the disaster that is supposed to be a tie around his partner’s neck. “Dear come here and let me fix that for you.” He beckons.

Instead of walking over Izuku freezes up and looks at Neito with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. Before he could ask what was wrong though Izu asked with a watery voice, “People say things about you juss because you are an 18+ hero? That’s h-horrible! Have you reporded ‘em? D-do I need to punch ‘em for you!”. And that was probably the sweetest thing anyone outside of 1-B had ever said to him. He stepped closer and wiped Izuku’s tears away and started to fix the poor tie. “It’s not anymore we work with dear, it’s just so scummy thugs and those media hounds that did the same to Midnight. But you’ll be the first to know if I need someone punched.” The tie was one correctly now and the pinched look was gone from his partner’s face, the tears still threatened to spill over but that would be okay by the time they got to the Gala. “Let’s go be heroes.”

The raid on the Gala went textbook with only a few injuries on the heroes’ side. Dozens of pre WW3 art and documents were recovered. Their agency was praised for its efforts and for not losing any of the criminals or items. Their agency in return gave them time to readjust to living at home before they would be put back on patrol. It was customary for those who have gone undercover even for a small mission like theirs.

“Dinner was amazing! I’m so glad we agreed to do this.” Neito gushed, sipping the glass of wine he was holding. They were on the coach, watching a home improvement show with a team that specializes in apartment living, curled up in a loose bundle of warm clothes and limbs. “I’m glad too, that pie you made was so good! I could just gobble it all up!” Izuku laughs. He was going to miss this, heck he missed Neito for the last two day. Living alone hadn’t been this hard before even after high school when he went from sharing space with 20 people to 0. It was weird that you could become so used to someone being in your life so fast. It’s not like they coul-

“My lease is up in a few months. Would you maybe want to look for a place with me? S-so we can split the rent for a nice p-place. I mean the places near the agency are expensive for one person but if there’s two of us then it won’t be so bad an-“ Izuku started to rant before he was silenced by Neito putting a finger against his lips. “Yes. I’d love to share a place with you” he assures. “But we have to get a softer bed, theirs was so hard.” He adds with a seductive smirk. Well he was right, green was a cute color for that shade of red.

Rule #5 is because awkward small talk is the worst and Neito would rather sit in silence than try and force a conversation.

#foxx writes #monodeku #monoizu #mha midoriya #mha monoma #grown up Midoriya #midoriya izuku #monoma neito #ineedspellcheck #grown up monoma

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thirstyfortom · 7 years

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High School Band AU: Ch. 9

Hope you like this! ^^

In your defense, you were really trying to pay attention. You really want to learn everything about Isaac Newton and the three laws of motion. Well, not everything, just… enough to pass the test tomorrow. You’re really trying, but the crumbled paper balls falling in your desk in the studying room aren’t letting you focus.

You didn’t unwrinkle any of them, if the sender notices you’re not having it, they’ll stop. Or that’s what you thought before the sixth or seventh little ball fell in your book. What the hell?

You look over your shoulder, there’s only one person sitting diagonally from your desk, but you can’t see who it is, because they are hiding their faces with a book. Well, trying, a few strands of hair at the top of their heads aren’t being covered. Red strands of hair.

So… Saeran or Saeyoung? Even though Saeran was becoming way less unbearable in the last few days - and it was about him, you’re pretty sure it has nothing to do with you trying to be more patient since he basically prevented a rape from happening with you – you two aren’t that close to the point of him trying to get your attention like this. Well, you’re not that close to Saeyoung either, you just forgot he doesn’t know that.

But it is Saeyoung, of course it’s him. And knowing the little you know about him, you better read one of these little balls or he won’t stop being a third wheel between you and Isaac Newton.

“Watchu reading?” or… something like this, his handwriting can be a little hard to decode sometimes.

“Isaac Newton and the laws of motion.” You throw one of the balls behind you , nobody notices. Because, can you imagine, some people use the studying room to study.

“Spoiler alert: he dies in the end. Would there be more laws of motion if he hasn’t died? It’s open to interpretation.” You muffle a giggle and look at him, still using the book as a disguise.

“I know it’s u behind me and u r not really reading ‘Basic Principles of Genetics’”

“How dare u accusing me so unfairly? :O” did he really draw an emoji? Oh God…

“The book is upside down, Saeyoung.”

You look over your shoulder to see him turning the book to the right position and adjusting himself in his seat. Rolling your eyes lightly, you muffle another laugh.

“See? I’m learning EVERYTHING about Mendel and peas. In your face, MC!”

“Good, so go back to studying the peas and I’ll go back to Newton.”

You avoid looking behind you, you know it would just encourage him on keep exchanging notes. And though it’s fun, you really need to study right now!

And he apparently gets it, as the balls stop flying. You’re relieved! And… bored. Seriously, so bored… your eyelids are almost getting heavy. Where’s Saeyoung and the paper balls attack to keep you awake?

“Ok, tell me more about the peas.” You see him smirking when your paper plane lands on his desk.

“I know shit about the peas. Can I kidnap u in 15 minutes?”

“Such an improvement from when u used to kidnap me without asking me first.” Now he is the one holding his laugh, but he’s less discreet and some other students glare at him.

“I’ll be waiting for u next to the exit.” He lets the last note when passing next to your desk before leaving the room.

Well, you’ll apologize for ditching Isaac Newton. See, it’s not you, it’s him. It’s just not working and you think you should see other people. Saeyoung, in that case. He might be a handful sometimes, but he’s definitely not boring.

“I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“I really shouldn’t, to be honest. But this book is almost making me sleep. Especially now that you told me the end.” You stick your tongue out and he laughs softly. “So, where are we going, mr. kidnapper?”

“What kind of kidnapper would I be if I told you that? It’s a secret! Come on!”

You two take the bus. And you were worried about not having much to talk to him, but Saeyoung lets almost no blanks. He always has something to say about some place you’re passing by. And that is pretty comforting, actually.

“That’s our stop.”

“Usually it’s mine, indeed.” Yes, your uncle’s record store is just a few streets ahead. You noticed between all his blabbering that the way was being very familiar.

“Mine too.”

“Really? You live nearby?”

“No, I work nearby.”

“How come I never saw you before if we take the same bus?”

“Because you usually sit right there with your headphones and a resting bitch face that make people think you don’t want them sitting beside you.” Well, you really do use your phones and the… resting bitch face in order not to be bothered, especially by boys. But Saeyoung is a boy and he never bothered you. How long have you two been taking the same bus? How long has he been observing you? “And here we are.”

He stops in front of a store. A little bigger than the record store you work, the glass window and the light tones of yellow and white in the front gives even more depth illusion, but it’s an old building, for sure. And judging from the movie posters in the window, it looks old on purpose. It’s a video rental store.

You heard about this place before, actually. You passed by in your way to the record store and couldn’t help but thinking there is another shop lost in time very close to yours. You would imagine if the people who worked here were aware that the owner looks for nostalgia rather than profit, or would they really hope having a lot of customers.

“You’re not the only one in the band dealing with obsolete medias, MC.” Ah, so Saeyoung knows, just like you. “Come in.”

“Wait, it’s closed. Won’t your boss get mad?”

“It’s fine. He gave me those keys so I can come whenever I want. He doesn’t want to lose his only employee, after all.”

“And what do you do here?”

“Look at all these movies! What do you think I do?” you look around, yes, there are a lot of movies… how many of them did he watch? “I mean, I watch them, but there is another thing, come with me.”

He guides you to the back of the store, where the poster of a semi-naked lady is doing the shush gesture in a sexy way, and the warning “Do not enter if you’re under 18 years old.

“Come in, MC.”

“Ugh, the sign…”

“It’s a sign, not a cop. Come in.” he grabs your hand and brings you inside.

You look around and most of the movies are piled in the corner. Oh, thank God, you were so sure it was going to be walls stuffed by VHSs and DVDs covers of women being filled in holes you’re not sure they should be filled… instead, there is a pair of DJ pickups, a sewing machine, two mannequins, and records. Lots of records.

“Recognize some of them?”

“You got them at my uncle’s store?”

“Most of them I bought online. I must say the hip-hop’s selection at your uncle’s store is not that vast. I even wrote a note and put it in the suggestions box you have there.”

“My uncle neverreads it, sorry. So… you’ve been there before I joined the band?”

He smiles while turning on his equipment. “I was looking for Tupak and you told me there wasn’t much hip-hop, but I could look it up.”

“Then you asked me for help, but I didn’t know where the hip-hop albums were, because… it was my first day.” He nods, putting his headphones. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“We’re not that close.” Oh, so he knows that. “And I don’t want you to think I’m a yandere stalker or something like this.”

“Well, this room is very yandere-ish. The mannequins, the pink light, I mean… I think the phantom of the opera would have something like this if he lived in the90s.” he laughs loudly.

“You know what’s funnier than your joke? Saeran said exactly the same thing.”

“He did?”

“Yes, you two have a very similar sense of humor. Too bad you don’t really like each other, you would have fun together.”

“I… I don’t really hate your brother, Saeyoung.”

“I know, and he probably doesn’t hate you either. He’s just… he doesn’t know how to express his feelings too well, I… think he meant something completely different when you told us that Rika wanted to kiss you.” And you know that by now. You could tell him you do, but… you don’t really want to remember that night…

“Gosh, when you put it like that, it makes me feel really ridiculous for even considering that.”

“It’s not ridiculous. Maybe you and Rika has that… hot rivalry tension like Crystal Connors and Nomi Malone in Showgirls, you know?”

“I can’t believe you’re saying something in my life resembles such an awful movie, Saeyoung.”

“Hey! It’s a great movie! Great quotes, great dancing moves, great, uhm… breasts.”

“Of course you liked the boobs.” Even under the pink light, you can see him blushing. “But it has a pretty cool sex in the pool scene… I guess.”

“MC, you’re 15! You can’t watch things like that, young lady!” and you know he’s teasing, since he basically dragged you to the porn section of the store.

“Tell that to my uncle. I swear he has no idea how to deal with a teenage girl.”

“Especially one like you, I suppose.”

“What is that suppose to mean?”

“I mean, you’re very… well, you’re very unique, MC. You know a lot about culture from past decades, and… you’re a salty little smug, and… stupid people can’t really hold a conversation with you for too long.”

“You know you could easily be describing yourself right now too, right?” another blush under the pink light, from both of you now. “So, uhm… the pickups, huh? So vintage, do you remix?”

“I try, but it isn’t as easy as doing in the computer. Here, listen to this.” He hands you one of his headphones, and you immediately shake your head according to the rhythm.

“Public Enemy.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s so cool, Saeyoung.”

“Thank you! My stuff in the laptop are better, to be honest.” He grabs his laptop in his backpack and sits on the floor, you lean your hands on your kness and bend down when he connets the headphones in the laptop. “See? I asked Yoosung to play the piano for me and I basically recreated the base in No Diggity by Blackstreet.”

“And the waves here are you singing?”

“Yeah. It’s me trying to… rap, actually.”

“Oh my God! Let me hear this!” you press the play before he can protest.

“It's going down fade to Blackstreet. The homeys got abby collab creations, funk like acne. No doubt I put it down never slouch, as long as my credit could vouch, a dog couldn't catch me straight out. Tell me who could stop with Dre makin' moves. Attracting honeys like a magnet. Giving them ig-asms with my mellow accent. Still moving his flavor with the homeys Blackstreet & Teddy: the original rump shakers”

And you could laugh and make fun of him, but all you do is:

“Shorty get down, good Lord. Baby got 'em open all over town. Strickly biz she don't play around, cover much grounds. Got game by the pound, gettin paid is her forte. Each and every day true player way”

He joins you in singing: “I can't get her outta my mind.I think about the girl all the time”

And he moves to the second part of the song: “She's got class and style. Street knowledge, by the pound. Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile. Catching villians is a no, let me tell you how it goes. Curve's the word, spin's the verb. Lovers it curves so freak what you heard.”He’s… he’s looking straight at you, like… he’s singing to you, like he means it.

Who knew he actually knows how to sing? You remember Saeran teasing him for not playing any instrument, but the thing is he doesn’t even need it. Look at what he has here, he sews the outfits for the band, reproduces beats for famous songs in modern and traditional equipment, he… knew you almost since your first day in this town. And yes, you weren’t close, and that’s a shame.

“So, uhm… pretty lame, huh?” he asks, taking you aback.

“Well, I don’t know if it is ‘ig-asms’ material… yet.” He laughs, and you chuckle from his laugh.

It’s just in that moment you realize how close you are, you can almost fell his breathing against your nose, his… exhilarating breathing, actually. Your eyes lock with his, and you’re so glad those guys couldn’t do anything to you at that party, because, if they did… this wouldn’t be your first kiss…

And it isn’t, because Saeyoung lowers his head and looks back at the computer.

“Don’t let yourself be carried by where we are, MC.”

“I…”

“You’re sorry, I know.” Oh… not really what you were going to say. “Don’t worry. I… I won’t tell anybody about this.”

“Saeyoung, I…”

“It’s fine, MC, really. Oh, it’s late, I… should walk you home, you have a physics test tomorrow, right?” what is he doing? Why isn’t even looking at you?

Of course he’s embarrassed, you would be too if someone tried to kiss you and you didn’t really want to, but… if he says it’s fine, why doesn’t he even act like it’s fine? Again, why doesn’t he even look at you? Like you’re not worthy of it?

“I can go home by myself.”

“Are you sure? It’s getting dark and…”

“I can take the bus, I’ve done this before a lot of times, you know?” he does.

“MC, you don’t…”

“Goodbye, Saeyoung.” You gather your stuff on the floor and walk out of there.

What happened? You could swear he wanted this to happen as much as you did, it’s like… it’s almost like… he was waiting for you to make a move just so he could push you away, why?

You were so close to him, but, then again… you and him weren’t really close.And he knows that.

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