After a moment of reflection, Hee-seung closed the lid of the piano with a decisive yet contemplative motion. Sunoo's infectious enthusiasm and eagerness were hard to resist. The warmth in his eyes and the genuine excitement he radiated made Hee-seung hesitate about turning down the invitation. A sense of camaraderie had formed, and Sunoo's genuine desire to bring people together tugged at Hee-seung's conscience.
Despite any reservations, Hee-seung found himself swayed by Sunoo's optimism. "Okay, I've made up my mind. I'll go with you. Only under one condition." he conceded. "And what is that condition?" Sunoo cocked an eyebrow at the older. "You promise to get ramyeon after." he smiled. "Deal." Sunoo extended a hand out with a smile.
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Hee-seung stood at the edge of the ice rink, finally watching Sung-hoon's captivating performance. As the figure skater executed intricate spins and jumps, Hee-seung found himself drawn to the fluidity and precision of each movement. However, amidst the applause and admiration, he couldn't help but notice a girl standing just outside the rink, her eyes fixed on Sung-hoon.
Something about the way she watched, her expression a mix of awe and appreciation, caught Hee-seung's attention. For a moment, their eyes met, and a subtle connection sparked. Yet, he was quick to dismiss it.
As Sung-hoon completed his performance to thunderous applause, Hee-seung joined in, clapping enthusiastically. The girl outside the rink continued to watch with a smile, seemingly lost in the magic of the figure skater's movements.
After the performance, Hee-seung and Sunoo approached Sung-hoon, engaging in conversation about the intricacies of the routine. The girl lingered nearby, and Hee-seung couldn't help but notice her glancing in their direction.
While he acknowledged the brief connection, Hee-seung's focus remained on the shared passion for art and the newfound friendship with Sung-hoon. As they all exchanged goodbyes, Hee-seung couldn't shake off the feeling that the girl's gaze held a story of its own.
As he left the ice rink, thoughts of the mysterious spectator lingered in Hee-seung's mind, a subtle note of curiosity adding an unexpected layer to the day's experiences. The piano awaited him, but now, beyond the familiar notes, there was a hint of a melody yet to be explored—a melody that might intertwine with the echoes of newfound person.
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Hee-seung's threat hung in the air, laced with a playful intensity. Jung-won, caught of guard, couldn't help but chuckle nervously as he raised his hand in mock surrender.
"Easy, Hee. No need for melodrama," Jung-won retorted, a grin playing on his face. "Im just trying to save you from a potential disaster. Like what if you bump into her again."
Hee-seung rolled his eyes, the threat now softened by shared laughter. "Disaster or not, I swear, I will punch you."
Jung-won still grinning, replied, "I'll be on my best behaviour then, maestro. No need to resort to murder threats. I know you would never hurt my pretty face."
"Let's see." Laughter echoed through the air as Hee-seung, true to his playful threat, took a step toward Jung-won with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jung- won, quick on his feet, darted away, playfully teasing, "You'll have to catch me first!"
The chase unfolded in the room, a dance of friends engaged in the timeless pursuit of playful banter. Hee-seung, determined but with a smile on his face, pursued Jung-won around furniture and between musical instruments. The lively scene resonated with the echoes of their shared history and the camaraderie that defined their friendship.
Admist the laughter and friendly taunts, the boundaries between the musician and the mischief-maker blurred, creating a vibrant harmony that contrasted with the usually composed ambiance of Hee-seung's musical haven.
Hee-seung, momentarily pausing the playful chase, felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Curiosity piqued, he retrieved it and found a notification from Instagram. His eyes widened as he saw the notification:
hoon (@hooon2) started following you.
A mix of surprise and delight played on Hee-seung's face, and he couldn't help but grin. "Jung-won, look." he called out to Jung-won, showing him the notification. "He just followed me."
Jung-won, having paused the playful evasion, joined Hee-seung to take a look. "Well, well! Did you threaten the poor guy with murder too?"
They both chuckled at the thought, the playful banter taking a new turn with the unexpected digital connection. As Hee-seung navigated through his phone, contemplating a follow back.
Hee-seung furrowed his brow, still contemplating the Instagram notification. "I didn't give him a handle, did I?" he muttered, puzzled by the sudden digital connection.
Jung-won, with a smirk, chimed in, "No way is he stalking you? I mean who wouldn't, you've got the looks and all. Or maybe he's your secret fan."
Hee-seung rolled his eyes, playful smile breaking his thoughtful expression. "Secret fan, huh? Well I guess I can't blame him for appreciating good music." "I take that back, you suck ass." Jung-won retorted. "Maybe one murder threat wasn't enough."
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honestly i dont really know where im going with this, ive kind of changed my writing style 😓😓
ive been catching up with studies cause i have finals coming up. omg its in 4 days.. i feel like my writing is bit formal-ish looking
