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wc!au: team dage [c] - practice makes perfect
(Anonymous) 2014-07-09 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)dumb chansoo uni!au fluff
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Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - practice makes perfect
(Anonymous) 2014-07-09 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - practice makes perfect
(Anonymous) 2014-07-09 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)It had started out as one of those perfectly silent afternoons, the early evening sunset streaming in through the window and casting a pinkish glow over the shelves as he pored over his calculus notes, not a single other person in sight. His round glasses were slipping off of his nose and he chewed on the end of his pencil, peering out the window in thought when he was suddenly interrupted by a deep “Yo.”
He hadn’t heard the jingle of the door hitting the bell or the telltale squeak of the floorboards that usually let him know his studying spot was approached and the shock sent his pencil flying, rolling under a shelf, likely never to be seen again. He liked that one. Someone was going to have to pay. It took a moment for him to collect himself, gathering his papers and pushing his glasses up his nose, looking up to be met with a mouth full of more teeth than what he would have personally called normal. The intruder didn’t look like the type of person that normally browsed their store, jeans distressed to the point of tearing, snapback shoved on backwards over a messy head of black hair, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder as his eyes shone brightly at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo had already painted a full picture of him in his head, a slacker, the kind of kid who sat in the back of the lecture hall and spent more time chasing girls than studying. Stop judging books by their cover, Kyungsoo, he tried to remind himself, focusing on rearranging his face into what was hopefully an answering smile. The intruder’s face morphed into a smirk as he slumped his shoulders, already terrible posture worsening before he spoke. “You gonna ask if you can help me or what?”
That was how long it took for Kyungsoo to realize he’d been staring dumbly, quickly aborting the smile mission and pulling himself up as he muttered. “Right, sorry, can I help you find anything...” Standing up had been a mistake. In addition to the extra teeth, it seemed like he also had way more height than anyone could possibly need. Kyungsoo scowled.
“I dunno. I’m supposed to read this play for Korean class, and the bookstore on campus didn’t have it so my friend said to come here.” His eyebrows were furrowed (in a way that had the word cute popping into Kyungsoo’s head before he even knew what he was thinking) and his lower lip was caught between his teeth as he glanced around the store. Luckily, Kyungsoo had learned to bite back any comments about how the sections were obviously labelled, and plays are obviously RIGHT THERE, instead smiling as he shuffled over to the really obviously labelled shelf. It didn’t take long for him to grab the book he was looking for, nodding along and trying to usher the giant over to the cash register as he decided to fill him in on every detail of the course, how the professor had this weird mole with a hair sticking out of it on his neck, how the middle aged lady in the front row liked to chime in with her life story every class, how…
“I guess people don’t keep coming back here for the friendly atmosphere, huh?”
Kyungsoo at least had the grace to feel a little guilty when his eyes flicked up from where he was writing out the receipt (because according to the owner no one did anything the old fashioned way anymore, which left Kyungsoo with about ten times the paperwork he should’ve had), only to be met with that same, friendly smile he’d had when he arrived, swallowing before responding. “I’m sorry. I’m not much of a talker.”
That seemed to strike his customer funny, his head tilting back to somehow reveal even more teeth, deep laughter feeling up the whole store. Kyungsoo was left a little bewildered, awkward smile frozen in place and eyebrows raised as he glanced around, expecting to find something else happening because there’s no way anything he’d said had been that funny.
“Yeah, I noticed,” the other boy rumbled when he finally controlled his laughter, pressing his lips together and nodding at nothing, “It’s okay. Practice makes perfect.”
With that final thought and a wave he was gone from the store, leaving Kyungsoo behind with a creeping sense of dread at his final words. If he’d been going to the school for a year without taking notice of an oversized tooth monster, though, what were the odds he’d run into him again?
Maybe Kyungsoo was less lucky than he thought, because the next day he was settling himself into an uncomfortable wooden chair in the lecture hall when he was greeted by a flurry of too-long limbs out of the corner of his eye, someone climbing clumsily over the back of the chair to land beside him. “Hey, bookworm. Thought you were a science nerd, what’re you doing doing in philosophy?” And there was the smile that had been haunting his thoughts all night, eyes crinkled unevenly in amusement when he spotted the dumb look of surprise on Kyungsoo’s face. It was all he could manage to mumble something about electives, extra art credits, but the other boy seemed to understand, nodding in satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, I heard it was pretty easy, too. Bird course, you know?” His feet pushed against the seat in front of him and the girl sitting there turned around to glare, stopping short when she was met with his winning smile. All Kyungsoo could do was watch in amazement as she blushed and turned back to her paper without a word of complaint, finding himself giving the mysterious boy a look of awe and wonder. He didn’t even seem to realize what he had done, though, eyes elsewhere as though he was already bored from his two whole minutes of sitting there. A few awkward, silent moments passed this way before he stuck his hand in front of Kyungsoo’s face. “Park Chanyeol.”
Kyungsoo stared at the hand as though it was some kind of alien object, finally reaching out tentatively to give it a shake, accompanying it with a slight bow of his head. “Do Kyungsoo.” The introduction was met with a pleased nod and Chanyeol turned back to the screen at the front of the room, hands slipping into the pocket of his hoodie as he slumped down further in his chair. He didn’t have any notes or books, Kyungsoo realized belatedly, wondering if he was one of those types that simply remembered everything he heard. He opened his mouth to voice this question, but Chanyeol seemed like he was finished with him and Kyungsoo never had been the smoothest conversationalist. Instead he pressed his lips together, turned his attention to the professor as he began to speak, trying his best to scribble down everything he could. Although he tried to keep his eyes down on his paper, he found himself hyper aware of Chanyeol next to him, not used to having any company in lecture, nearly jumping out of his skin every time their arms brushed.
Half the class had passed by before he finally worked out something to say that didn’t sound entirely lame, and mustered up the courage to say them out loud. His eyes dragged themselves away from his paper, mouth opening as he prepared to speak only to be met with a gentle snore. Park Chanyeol was asleep. If you had have asked Kyungsoo earlier he would have said that it was impossible to sleep in these chairs, the straight back and lack of cushion making it almost impossible to even find a comfortable way to sit. But there Chanyeol was, head buried in his hood and mouth opened slightly as he slept. Maybe you can judge a book by its cover, Kyungsoo, he smirked to himself.
Kyungsoo stared for what seemed like an embarrassingly long time (in reality probably closer to a few seconds), watching the way his bangs fell into his eyes, the way his eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks. Seeing Chanyeol with his mouth shut and without his limbs flailing around painted him in a totally different light. Even his ears suddenly seemed almost proportionate to his head. Immediately after the thought passed Kyungsoo shook his head, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. It had been a long week, four hours of sleep a night combined with three cups of coffee a day had to take its toll eventually, even if it was in weird thoughts about strange boys. He managed to focus at least until class ended, leaping to his feet as soon as the professor dismissed them and throwing everything into his messenger bag before turning to say goodbye to Chanyeol. Or he would have, except that even through the commotion of students gathering their things and rushing to leave, Chanyeol was still soundly asleep.
“Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo hissed in a low voice, poking at his cheek with his (sadly new, luckily unchewed) pencil in a desperate plea for him to awaken. He really should have left him there, snuck out and tried to avoid him the best he could so that this tight feeling in his chest would fade. Just as he was prepared to give up, Chanyeol’s eyes flew open and long fingers wrapped themselves around Kyungsoo’s wrist, his whole body jerking away reflexively.
“See you Thursday, right?” Chanyeol looked so eager that all Kyungsoo could do was nod, not even left with enough time to answer before Chanyeol was gone, (hopefully) dashing off to his next class. He should have been left with relief for managing to avoid another conversation attempt, but instead found himself feeling strangely disappointed.
What the hell kind of practice was that?
Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - practice makes perfect
(Anonymous) 2014-07-09 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - practice makes perfect
(Anonymous) 2014-07-09 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)