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seventeen

people watching — conan gray || 2:39
someday i'll be fallin' without caution

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the long talks at the rise of a black sky with twinkling, burning and pretty white stars were pinned— colored even into jihoon's mind as he wrote lyrics and made an arrangement of instruments in just a few minutes— to the shock of his teacher that watched his speedy hands work quicker than bumzu doing housework on a lazy weekend.

"woah, jihoon, you're going quick today, anything on that genius mind of yours?" the teacher commented as he continued to watch jihoon create and create until he had produced, composed, and made lyrics to one entire song. to say that bumzu wasn't speechless was an underestimate because when he listened to the song, he felt like he was in heaven.

bumzu couldn't explain it in his own words as he listened to it all. he spent one night on this? he made the lyrics to this in one night? he made this instrumental in just a few minutes? the teacher only thought to himself, i just hit the genius of all music geniuses.

bumzu made sure to make a mental note in his mind to remember that he has to call his company— but of course, with jihoon's permission to show this to his superiors in the company he worked with.
"okay jihoon, your phone has been buzzing since like two minutes ago and i think it's soonyoung." bumzu called out and jihoon has never in his whole life reached for his phone faster than him wanting to be the first to get rice in the school cafeteria.

and the producer was right about two things, his phone was indeed bleeping and buzzing and it was all from soonyoung asking where he was and that he was late to their dance practice and the fact that jihoon really, in his heart— liked soonyoung.
jihoon was still sore in his legs for the dancer wanting the group to be synchronized for the performance, was jihoon gonna forgive him? in a few years probably.

the blonde-head quickly said goodbye to his teacher and left the room to enter another room called hell, also known as the dance practice room where soonyoung engulfed him into a crushing hug. he stared at the boy with a confused look but never minded the hug as wonwoo answered him, "he thought you were being abducted by aliens after mingyu said that you could be flying off in a ufo in space somewhere."

he glared at his best friend who made the dancer worry, with a look that read 'i'm going to fucking stab you and cut off your dick'.
"jihoon wants to kill me," mingyu whined as he noticed the murderous glare from his best friend, wonwoo only pushed his glasses so he could see better but only for them to slowly slip down again.
"good luck gyu," wonwoo whispered to his boyfriend and started to warm up with seokmin who was talking excitedly about the performance in the next two weeks.

there was still time before the performance but soonyoung was a hard worker.

• • •

his heart was beating against his chest like fireworks erupting in the dark sky. soonyoung felt his cheeks blush in color and he faced jihoon with a love-struck expression. "why are you looking at me like that?" jihoon asked as he turned to the dancer.

"did i ever tell you that you have pretty eyes?" soonyoung asked as the sky glimmered with stars, the shooting star glowed but jihoon knew they burned hotter than anything— just like his heart whenever soonyoung does something really.. heart stopping.
"when we first met, you did."
"well you're still pretty until now." his words made jihoon blush, fuck you soonyoung— why are you making me feel this way?

"shut up tiger obsessed." his comment playfully made soonyoung pout, acting all offended and tackled jihoon into an un-expecting hug.
jihoon's tense muscles loosened and slowly found himself melting in the warmth of soonyoung's. his face was buried into the fabric of soonyoung's shirt that covered his chest area. he felt the older's chin settle on top of the blonde's head, breathing in the mint smell that he always adored whenever he was near jihoon.

"i love you so much.." the blonde whispered as jihoon momentarily froze.
soonyoung likes me?

his mind wanted to reject him to avoid pain that love could bring— cause even— but his heart was willing to accept all the pain, worries and whatever emotions that came with love with soonyoung.
his heart was beating fast— and jihoon knew why so well.
"i like you too.." it wasn't a love you, but it meant everything to soonyoung to hear those words.

if you looked from a far— you wouldn't even hear anything because it was only made for them so mind your own business at times. we don't need all the details just to understand a story.
soonyoung pulled away from the hug, staring at jihoon and asking, "you like me?"

jihoon whom was burying his head into soonyoung's chest nodded, the side of his arms were held by soonyoung's hands— though it didn't hurt— as he faced the expression that soonyoung held, happiness and adoration was clear.
"you like me."

"jihoon likes soonyoung." wasn't it odd?

how the complete opposites attract? some don't mix but some are different enough to be the fated pieces for each other's hearts— soonyoung was the loud introvert who had grown an attraction towards jihoon. jihoon was the quiet- anti-social introvert who found peace in soonyoung's loudness. soonyoung found peace in jihoon's quietness.

"can i.. kiss you?" soonyoung whispered, their faces dangerously closer to each other and made jihoon only stare back into the eyes of soonyoung.
"you can.." he whispered and soonyoung slowly closed the gap between them— it was that feeling in his heart that made him addicted.

the wind that blew— danced with the leaves and left with a breeze wasn't heavy today, but still made jihoon shiver in a good way.
they pulled away, opening their shut eyes and talked about life with foreheads against each other, their eyes were the windows that held so much love for the person staring back.

there were so many different types of love in this world.
jihoon knew one, it was this.
opposites attract and just how odd that it fit him and soonyoung so well.

this was the day quiet jihoon met the loud soonyoung and fell without any cautions.