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IDFK

-beomgyu.choi has created a new chat-

-beomgyu.choi added yeonjun.choi, annachaewon.kim, and 67 others-

-beomgyu.choi changed his name-

bumguy: 

안녕 친구z

for the plebs, thats korean for hello fuckers

yeonjun.choi:

tf that isnt

bumguy: 

shut up and roll with it

annachaewon.kim:

What’s this for?

bumguy:

ooh look we got the grammar police

annachaewon.kim:

All I did was ask a fucking question.

bumguy:

ill answer once u pull that oxford-shaped stick out ur ass

annachaewon.kim:

I’m leaving.

-annachaewon.kim has left the chat-

-bumguy added annachaewon.kim-

annachaewon.kim:

Fuck you.

hanbin.sung:

wait, i think i saw this in a fanfic one time

this is a dating gc right

hao.zhang:

If it is, u better get ur ass out of here by the count of 3

-message was deleted-

kamden.na:

ayyo did yall see that

chris.bahng:

see what

kamden.na:

bro was giving jealous bf

are they together

jaemin.na:

methinks they’re on the down low

arthur.hamada:

What’s a down low

donghyuck.lee:

what im about to get on mark

mark.lee:

bro

bro what the hell

no one even asked

donghyuck.lee:

@all he didn’t deny it

i will get that cookie

mark.lee:

BRO SHUT UP

sunwoo.kim:

was bro always this freaky

donghyuck.lee:

its the pheromones

i get so angry when things don’t go my way

what should i do 

@chrisbahng that sound familiar

chris.bahng:

that was four years ago, why am i catching strays

aeri.uchinaga:

@bumguy if this is just a gc for yall to hit on each other, pls tell me sooner rather than later so i can leave before i lose all my braincells

bumguy:

wait i should lowk make a gc for that tho

vicky.jang:

tf

bumguy:

lol i mean someone else should make a gc for that and definitely not invite me

lol hahahaha

lol

does anyone a forehead shaped bandage handy

soobin.choi:

i have some

bumguy:

does but soobmissive have a forehead shaped bandage handy

brian.ho:

…

what did he just call him?

wooyoung.jung:

soobmissive

brian.ho: 

….

yeah, i dont wanna know

aeri.uchinaga:

actually tho, whats the gc for

bumguy:

2nd year arts segregated gc

no Whites allowed

jay.kapossy:

do i count

bumguy:

what are u

jay.kapossy:

asian

half 

ish

it’s complicated

bumguy:

then welcome!

we welcome all asians, big or small, smart or dumb, doctor or lawyer, shrimp or whale, 6 or 7

peterjisung.han:

bruv did not just make a 6-7 joke

bumguy:

at least i know what it is

soobmissive still thinks its his age

soobin.choi:

beomgyu im younger than you T_T

bumguy: 

see what i mean

meretmanon.bannerman:

if this is for asians, then tf am i doing here

dannyhyunsuk.choi:

ur hot

meretmanon.bannerman:

this is why i dont like men

jaemin.na:

who let danny in here

bumguy:

he makes those lemon cookies

and i want lemon cookies

dannyhyunsuk.choi:

<3

bumguy:

yeah no

we aren’t like that

this is a purely transactional relationship

dont heart me that’s strike one

jackson.wang:

wait if this is for 2nd years wtf am i doing here

i dont even go to ur school

bumguy:

party 

jackson.wang:

wtf does that mean

bumguy:

u have the parties

i wanna go to the parties

u tell us about the parties

win win situation

jackson.wang:

i dont even get anything out of this tf

bumguy:

…

publicity?

laughs?

generational trauma?

jackson.wang:

ur not very good at making a pitch

bumguy:

whateverrrrrrrrrrrr

i just wanna partyyyyy

alcohol is the only good thing in my life

vicky.jang: 

tf

bumguy:

i mean alcohol and my beautiful gorgeous talented smarter-than-me perfect gf are the only good things in my life

wheres that forehead shaped bandage at again

chenle.zhong:

jackson wang parties are goated tho

like highkey fire

yangyang.liu:

has anyone ever told u u text like a millennial pretending to be gen z

tf uses highkey goated and fire in the same sentence

chenle.zhong:

back off hater

ur just pissed i pull more baddies than u

yangyang.liu:

who tf texts like that

jackson.wang:

fine i’ll stay

but i’m muting ts 

y’all freaky as hell

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jongwoo.yoon:

@bumguy can we change our names pls

these are cringe 

- - - - 

markymarkyshaechan:

yall i would totally take it up the ass if mark told me to

mark.lee:

OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S 4 IN THE MORNING 

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

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-bumguy created a new section-

-bumguy renamed new section-

katarina.yu: 

what’s a blind item

bumguy:

it’s a place where u can drop anonymous info about someone

or confess ur undying love

or troll i guess, i don’t care

jen.huh:

so like TMZ

ac.kim:

What’s a TMZ?

aeri.chan:

the devil incarnate

songmingi:

ur mom

ac.kim:

At least I have a mom.

-songmingi has left the chat-

bumguy:

O-O

-Blind Item #1: sometimes i like to be hit-

bumguy:

soobmissive these are supposed to be anonymous

everyone knows that’s u

soobmissive:

i didn’t even write that T_T

why did u change my name

bumguy:

there ain’t any other masochists in the chat

be so fr

soobmissive:

i didn’t write it T_T

can i pls have a normal name

bumguy:

no

i am the space manager

i have all the power

you bow to my every whim

-bumguy changed his name-

soobmissive:

T_T

yeonderella:

well if it wasn’t soobin then who wrote that

i will actually beat them, i didn’t need to know that

stephennotsephora:

my money’s on haobin

changebin:

who’s haobin?

stephennotsephora:

hao x hanbin

sung.hanbitna:

we’re not even together

stephennotsephora:

and my name’s sephora

changebin:

it is?

stephennotsephora:

what 

no

it’s like a…

nvm

sophia.l:

haobin are so cute y’all

sung.hanbitna:

WE’RE NOT TOGETHER

xiaoting:

i literally saw you guys holding hands on the tram yesterday

sung.hanbitna:

HIS HANDS WERE COLD

hao613:

MY HANDS WERE COLD

stephennotsephora:

ur username is literally his birthday

hao613:

tf it isn’t

it’s my grandmas birthday

she died 2 weeks ago

ARE YOU DISRESPECTING MY DEAD GRANDMOTHER

yuqisong:

denial is cute on you

thesan:

lowk haoqi would be cute too

sung.hanbitna:

die

-message was deleted-

thesan:

i smell jealousy

hao613:

GUYS

IM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE

CAN WE PLS STOP SHIPPING ME

changebin:

where are they shipping him to?

stephennotsephora:

oh god he lives under a rock doesn’t he

changebin:

no

i live in a condo

on queen street

stephennotsephora:

oh my god i can’t

is he real

felix.lee:

yeah, real slow

-Blind Item #2: I wanna fuck Mark so bad rn-

mark.lee:

oh my fucking god

prince.sohn:

he’s in heat

aeri.chan:

bro he’s not into you

markymarkyshaechan:

marky baby

i’ll take good care of u

let me be ur woman

mark.lee:

…

ur a dude

markymarkyshaechan:

i’ll bear ur children

mark.lee:

…

UR A DUDE

THE FUCK????

thesan:

#mpregtruthers

sung.hanbitna:

i have been summoned

markymarkyshaechan:

we shall find a way

sung.hanbitna:

we shall, fellow mother

markymarkyshaechan:

marky, dont leave me alone with ur child

mark.lee:

oh my god

im actually gonna leave

what is wrong with you

…

mark.lee:

@bumguythespacemanager why can’t i leave

bumguythespacemanager:

do u really think i would let u leave

did u really think that i would just stand by and watch u disappear

mark.lee:

are you seriously not gonna let me leave

bumguythespacemanager:

no way

i’m having way too much fun

mark.lee:

i’m actually gonna kms

markymarkyshaechan:

wait for me

we can romeo and juliet it

mark.lee:

Ughhhhhhhhh fuck meeeeeeeee

markymarkyshaechan:

gladly

mark.lee:

NO

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julia.choi:

so who wrote that first blind item

bumguythespacemanager:

oh that was me

i just wanted to bully soobin

soobmissive:

T_T

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evan.lee:

GUYS

do NOT go to the Tim Hortons near the Courtyard

samhyunjin:

why

sun.woo:

did someone die

pls let it be eric

prince.sohn:

i will fire you sunwoo

sun.woo:

like i care

i’ll just start an OnlyFans

nah.min.jae:

i’d sub

evan.lee:

GUYS

i just spotted fine shyt

seungmin.H8S.hyunjin:

… so?

evan.lee:

so don’t come

seungmin.H8S.hyunjin:

why

evan.lee:

because i just saw fine shyt

seungmin.H8S.hyunjin:

i’m having trouble following 

evan.lee:

like

it’ll look sus

sun.woo:

bro

u didn’t need to say anything

no one asked

evan.lee:

but like

prince.sohn:

how fine is fine shyt

evan.lee:

BRO SO FOINE

boutta bust

meretmanon:

ew

dannyhchoi:

pics or it didn’t happen

aeri.chan:

do not give him pics

hes gonna goon to it or some shit

dannyhchoi:

fuck you

i needed more material

my old pictures are getting worn out

minjeong.kim:

ewwwww

aeri.chan:

pervert

dannyhchoi:

at your service

jen.huh:

wait

im at the Tim Hortons

where’s fine shyt

evan.lee:

oh

jen’s in this chat

cool 

yeah

ur nowhere near fine shyt

fine shyt already left

yeah

so

you can’t see fine shyt

jen.huh:

…

uh

okay

bumguythespacemanager:

…

Beomgyu looked up from his phone for the first time in hours, and Vicky gave a small smirk. She and Anna were hunched over a giant piece of purple posterboard, writing ‘Vicky for 2nd Year Rep’ in flowing cursive. The trio had been holed up in the cafeteria all morning, using it to plan for their grade rep campaigns. At least that’s what they were supposed to be doing. Vicky and Anna were working. Beomgyu on the other hand had been glued to his phone for at least an hour, only making 2 half-hearted posters before going off to watch Teen Titans Go! reruns. For someone who was supposed to be running an opposing campaign, he was making it awfully easy for her to win. 

“Surfaced for air, I suppose?” Vicky quipped, not looking up from the detailed heart she was drawing. There was a long silence, and she figured he’d gone back to whatever video he was watching. He’s practically married to that thing, she thought. That phone’s gonna get a ring before I do. The silence stretched on as Vicky and Anna finished up the poster, adding a thin sheen of glitter to the paper. Finally, her boyfriend spoke.

“You think I should tell him?”

Vicky looked up from her work and saw he was looking right at her from across the table, eyes big and brown and unusually calm. She tilted her head slightly. Beomgyu wasn’t smiling, or bouncing off the walls with excitement. He looked serious.

“Tell who what?”, she asked, dusting the glitter off her hands.

Instead of telling her like a normal person, Beomgyu motioned for her to sit next to him. Vicky shook her head. “Bro, you can just tell me.” “No, I gotta show you.” “Then just give me your phone,” she motioned for him to hand it to her. Beomgyu let out a scandalised gasp. “And let you have access to my baby? I think not.” He wrapped himself protectively around his phone. Vicky rolled her eyes. “Ugh, fine,” she groaned, but there was a smile in her voice and on her face as she got up to see. 

She stood next to him, arms crossed. “Okay, show me,” she said impatiently. Beomgyu shook his head. “No, you gotta come closer, you can’t see from there.” Bitchass hoe, she thought. Two can play at that game. “Fine,” she said. And without a second thought, she sat down on Beomgyu’s lap, wrapping her right arm around his shoulders. “This close enough for you?” Vicky asked as she wrapped his arm around her waist. Beomgyu managed to keep his cool, but she could see the tips of his ears turning a pretty shade of pink. He looked up at her, face calm. “How am I supposed to show you now?” he asked. Vicky leaned in. “That’s not my problem.” The two sat there, an inch apart, waiting to see who would break first, when a large bang cut through the tension and very nearly caused the two to fall off the bench.

Anna was glaring at the two of them. Her mug of pencil crayons, which appeared to be the source of the noise, were strewn across the table. Ugh, get a room, she signed in a fury. Some of us don’t want to see that. That’s basically public indecency. 

The Vicky of a few years ago would’ve been so mortified by the interaction she would’ve refused human contact for the next three days. The Vicky of today, however, simply slid herself off her boyfriend’s lap and onto the seat beside him, causing the table to wobble and earning her another death glare from Anna. 

She gently elbowed Beomgyu, who was not-so-discreetly fanning his blushing ears. “Okay, actually, what is it?” she asked with a smile. The boy opened his phone and scrolled up to the beginning of the conversation. Vicky scooched a bit closer to get a better look, her head brushing against his. It was a thread from the new Year 2 chat, the one she’d muted on arrival. There was no way she was going to voluntarily read Haechan’s weird thirst tweets for Mark. Not again. Vicky physically shuddered at the thought, making Beomgyu look over at her. “You cold?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her before she could answer. She shook her head no, but she didn’t move away. 

Beomgyu was swiping through the messages way too fast for Vicky to keep up. After the fifth time she had to ask him to slow down so she could actually see, she just gave a massive sigh and gave up. “This is so dumb,” she groaned. “Why wouldn’t you just give me the phone?” “You wouldn’t sit next to me otherwise,” Beomgyu mumbled. Vicky blinked twice before breaking into a smirk. “Did you really just wanna sit next to me?” She teased, poking at his ribcage. Beomgyu scoffed. “What? No way.” But his ears were turning pink again. She gave a small smile and took her boyfriend’s face in her hands, turning his head to face hers. Beomgyu was pouting and refusing to meet her eyes. “Gyu,” she said softly. He looked up slightly, then pretended he hadn’t. “It’s been four years. You know you can just ask me.” He gave a small nod. “I know,” he said softly, then whispered something Vicky couldn’t quite make out, but before she could ask, a loud bang echoed through the cafeteria and the two sprung apart.

A boy swung the doors wide open and made a beeline for their table in an unmistakable blur of red. Evan Lee had a small keyboard tucked under his arm like a lance and was sporting a half-open black backpack, sheet music and looseleaf papers floating out in a train behind him as he ran. His hair was dyed a brilliant red, a decision he said was because of vibes, but everyone knew it was because Jennifer Huh’s favourite colour is red. 

Evan flopped himself and his bag down on the seat across from the couple, rattling the table and bumping Anna’s arm, sending a thick black line through the intricate dove she’d been outlining. Anna looked up slowly with a glare that could freeze hell and calmly signed, He has a 10 second start. They won’t find the body.

Vicky snorted, and Evan looked between the two quizzically. “What did she say?” he stage whispered to Beomgyu. “Nothing, bro,” he replied. “You’ll be fine.” Evan looked like he wanted to ask more, especially with Anna holding her paint palette like Captain America’s shield, but he brushed it off and got back to the important business at hand.

“Guys.” He reached across the table to grasp their hands, nearly tipping over a pot of glue. “I need your help.” Vicky peeled her hands from Evan’s sweaty grasp. “If this has anything to do with Jen, I don’t wanna hear it.” She shook her head. The boy pouted and fluttered his eyelashes at her, trying to guilt her into staying. “Please,” he whined. “I don’t know what to do. I sent her flowers. I memorized her coffee order. I even dyed my hair for her!” Evan looked like he was on the verge of tears, and Vicky had to stifle a laugh at the sight of it all. 

“How do I make her like me?” he cried, and dramatically threw himself on the table. Anna flung her pencil crayon down in frustration and copied him, careful not to crumple the paper. Beomgyu patted his friend’s hand. “Look dude,” he started, “maybe-”

The school bell rang, cutting off whatever Beomgyu was going to say. Vicky tapped Anna’s shoulder to let her know the period was over. Upon realizing, the girl grabbed her things and bolted out of there so quickly Vicky couldn’t even say goodbye. 

Evan gave a big sigh and collected his things. “I have songwriting next,” he said mournfully. “Wish me luck.” Vicky rolled her eyes. “You’re going to class, not a crusade.” Evan shot her a solemn look and walked away. “See ya later!” Beomgyu called after him. 

Vicky turned back to the table, cleaning up the remaining pencil crayons and paint brushes. She picked up a cup of paint water and dumped it in the kitchen sink. “Beomgyu,” she called back. “Can you put the poster in my bag?” No answer, but that wasn’t surprising. Beomgyu tended to need things repeated for him. “Gyu?” Vicky turned around to find an empty cafeteria, no boyfriend in sight. She sighed and returned to the table. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket, and she pulled it out to read the message.

gyu:

race u to class

She rolled her eyes.

luckyvicky:

u couldn’t have helped clean up?

gyu:

im winning rn

luckyvicky:

thats cuz u cheated

gyu:

cant cheat if there arent any rules

luckyvicky:

im actually gonna break up with u

for real this time

gyu:

sure

just do it after i win

luckyvicky:

what were u gonna tell me before evan interrupted

gyu:

…

just got to class

i won

luckyvicky:

bro

answer the question

gyu:

ok gotta go now

bye loser

luckyvicky:

ur facecard is the only thing thats saving u rn

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lee.chan:

guys

i’m in the closet

stephennotsephora:

so are haobin

sung.hanbitna:

WE’RE NOT TOGETHER

stephennotsephora:

be who you are~

for your pride~~~

hao613:

oh my god

i’m actually gonna commit a homicide

lee.chan:

GUYS

DID NO ONE HEAR ME

I’M IN THE CLOSET

jungwooyoung:

congrats?

sun.woo:

don’t people usually celebrate coming out of it?

not getting in it?

lee.chan:

no, like i’m in a closet

tf u talking bout

OH WAIT

U MEANT THAT CLOSET

seungmin.H8S.hyunjin:

wait, then what closet were you talking about

lee.chan:

like

I’M ACTUALLY TRAPPED IN A FUCKING CLOSET

jen.huh:

i feel like you should’ve clarified that sooner

brian’s going around the starbucks telling everyone you just came out

brianthehoe:

UR SO BRAVE CHAN

oh wait

…

shit

my bad

…

currently melting into the floor from embarrassment 

na.kamden:

Does this mean the party’s off

stephennotsephora:

it can still be for haobin

hao613:

stephen yoon, i swear to every deity in the history of humankind

i will beat. 

your. 

ass. 

if you ever say the word haobin again

stephennotsephora:

i can’t help it

you’re too cute~~~~~

i need one of my ships to work out

evan.lee:

what are your other ships?

do they involve anyone in this chat?

asking for a friend

bumguythespacemanager:

bro u aint slick

we all know u like

stephennotsephora:

well

my other ships… didn’t work out so well

samhyunjin:

ooh 

do tell

who were they

stephennotsephora:

danhyo

pj.han:

O-O

stephennotsephora:

and rosewoo

pj.han:

O—---------------------O

jungwooyoung:

@haobin run for the fucking hills

lee.chan:

HEY

GUYS

IM STILL STUCK IN THE CLOSET

wait @stephennotsephora u set up rosewoo?

stephennotsephora:

…

well

not exactly

BUT I CALLED IT

lee.chan:

DID YOU CALL HIS HEARTBREAK AND DEPRESSION TOO

bitch as soon as i get out of here

jeong.yunho:

GUYS

some guy with red hair just FLOORED beomgyu

bumguythespacemanager:

HELP

ME

evan.lee:

that’s what you get for tryna tell everyone i like Jen, u fucker

ac.kim:

Uhhhhh

You know we can all see that, right?

evan.lee:

…

fuck

-messages were deleted-

prince.sohn:

don’t worry bro

we all knew

markymarkyshaechan:

you know what i know?

mark.lee:

Lee Donghyuck, I swear to god

markymarkyshaechan:

see guys

he’s already practising his vows

i love that man

he’s coming out of the closet

unlike chan

lee.chan:

i physically cannot get out of this closet

someone has locked me in here

feetlix:

if they locked you in there, there’s probably a reason

like 

you annoyed them

minhospussy.cats:

or they wanna kill you and sell ur gall bladder on the black market

yang2:

or they’re also in the closet and wanna make out

sung.hanbitna:

wait, i read that in a fanfic once

lee.chan:

…

HELP ME OML SOMEONE FIND ME

I DON'T WANNA DIE

OR BE GAY

not that being gay is bad

i’m an ally

wait is that okay to say

was that cringe

…

HELP

Lily.morrow:

Where even are you

lee.chan:

IN A CLOSET

Lily.morrow:

yeah

but like

where

lee.chan:

i don't knowwwwwww

i’m legit crying rn

nah.min.jae:

how long have u been in there for

lee.chan:

13 minutes

yoon.jongwooo:

did you try opening the door

lee.chan:

tf

of course i did

who do you take me for

…

-lee.chan has left the chat-

yoon.jongwooo:

works every time

chaeyoung.son:

do you do this a lot or…?

yoon.jongwooo:

lets just say im very familiar with the mechanics of closet doors

- - - -

changebin:

guys wait

what if the guy beating up beomgyu

IS EVAN

stephennotsephora:

oh you poor sweet summer child

bless your heart

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shoobert.shotaro:

okay yall

this is kinda random

but do yall like pineapple on pizza

terazono.k:

hell no

mark.lee:

hell yes

brianthehoe:

are you even Canadian if u say no?

like

national pride, elbows up

aeri.chan:

girl, ur like the only canadian in this chat

brianthehoe:

citizenship by association

plus theres Mark

hao613:

ew, ts disgusting

sung.hanbitna:

hao, u put durian on ur pizza, u cant talk

prince.sohn:

aw HELL NAW

evan.lee:

durian??????

on pizza?????????

na.kamden:

@hao613 u like ts?

sung.hanbitna:

hes got one under the dorm sink rn

im GAGGING 

hao613:

u still kiss me after tho

-message was deleted-

sung.hanbitna:

[other chat]

chan.lee:

@brianthehoe translation pls

brianthehoe:

he said “other chat” in Mandarin Chinese, implying that he wants to continue this potentially romantic conversation elsewhere

-I am an AI chatbot used for…-

na.kamden:

…

brian

did u seriously just use chat gpt

to translate a sentence in mandarin

UR FUCKING FIRST LANGUAGE????

brianthehoe:

look bro

some of us are illiterate T_T

i never learned how to read

it's this residential school

washed the chinese outta me

jen.huh:

bro

of all days

brianthehoe:

lol why

oh

…

shit

i forgot

…

fuck

currently melting into the floor from embarrassment

minhospussy.cats:

if i had a nickel for every time brian’s melted into the floor from embarrassment i'd have two nickels

which isnt a lot but it's weird it happened twice

changebin:

sometimes my ice cream melts, and it drips on the floor

markymarkyshaechan:

u know what else is dripping on the floor rn

mark.lee:

HAECHAN NO

markymarkyshaechan:

marky baby i need u

mark.lee:

@bumguythespacemanager seriously let me out

soobmissive:

beomgyu may or may not be slightly pre-occupied right now

yeonderella:

tryna bleach my ears 

markymarkyshaechan:

i wish i was slightly pre-occupied with mark rn

mark.lee:

OH MY GOD

uknow.jeong:

bro do u need to be topped that badly

markymarkyshaechan:

yes

ive resorted to making thirst edits

follow me on insta @markysbottom247 

just passed 3000 followers

sophia.l:

3000????????

markymarkyshaechan:

yup

we’ve got a lil community

its growing faster than my

ac.kim:

Aaaaannndd THAT’S enough internet for today.

Alright guys, I’m going to log out and help with the T&R ceremony rehearsal

feetlix:

whats T&R

an off-brand H&M?

u sure u dont mean TNMR?

ac.kim:

…

xiaoting:

…

minjeong:

…

seungmin.H8S.hyunjin:

…

bro

T&R?

as in Truth and Reconciliation?

as in Truth and Reconciliation Day?

when we talk about all the shit stuff that happened to the Indigenous peoples?

feetlix:

…

oh my god im a terrible person

…

did yall know about this?

brianthehoe:

yeah

mark.lee:

yup

minhospussy.cats:

yeah

evan.lee:

bro they’ve been handing out orange tshirts for the past 3 weeks

feetlix:

I THOUGHT IT WAS FOR HALLOWEEN

oml im so sorry

whens the ceremony?

ac.kim:

Tomorrow, nine o’clock

All the Indigenous students put together a showcase

There’s a special market afterwards

Me and Vicky are supposed to be running rehearsals

yeonderella:

pretty sure vicky’s a bit pre-occupied rn

sun.woo:

BRO

did NOT need to know that

yeonderella:

and i didnt need to hear it

neither of them seem to care tho

aeri.chan:

bro u could just leave

yeonderella:

i cant

my room keys in beomgyu’s room and i aint going in there

ac.kim:

Hey, you could come to rehearsal with me.

yeonderella:

what part of ‘i dont have my room key’ do you not understand

ac.kim:

Soobin’s here with us, I presume he has a room key.

yeonderella:

yeah no

soobin lost room key privileges

chris.bahng:

u should take @feetlix with u

educate him

pj.han:

u gon wokeify him

chris.bahng:

its for his own good

yeonderella:

idk

last time i left without a room key beomgyu changed the locks and i had to sleep with soobs in the hallway

well

not ‘sleep with’

but

yknow 

ac.kim:

Okay, think about it this way.

Would you rather listen to sex noises or come look at pretty earrings?

yeonderella:

EARRINGS?!?!?!?

dude, u shoulda led with that i’ll be there in 10

chris.bahng:

pick up @feetlix on ur way there

hao613:

can i come too

sung.hanbitna:

no, u gotta clean up the mess u made

markymarkyshaechan:

i just made a mess

mark.lee:

HAECHAN

- - - - 

Soobmissive and Breedable

princess.yeonderella:

CHOI BEOMGYU OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW

YA CHOI BEOMGYU

king.bumguy:

lol

mysweetsoobmissivesubject:

beomgyu we’re cold

let us in

princess.yeonderella:

i fucking knew this would happen

sirterry.theterryfic:

i hate u

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-Blind Item #3: theres a rotten watermelon on our kitchen counter and my roommate wants to give it to someone-

hao613:

wait hanbin

is this about

sung.hanbitna:

haoooooooo

these are supposed to be anonymous 

u just ruined the surprise :,(

hao613:

oops

sowwy

<3

sun.woo:

ew get a room

hao613:

THAT WAS A PURELY PLATONIC HEART

sun.woo:

yeah, and im sure that goodnight kiss was purely platonic too

hao613:

IT WAS

oh shit

-messages were deleted-

na.kamden:

AY-YO WHAT

ju.lia:

okay, so we know hanbin submitted this one

so whos it about?

sung.hanbitna:

so, do yall know Taerae Kim?

- - - -

Jongho Choi felt his nose wrinkle at the name. Taerae Kim. The annoying first year who somehow weaseled his way into the second year vocal workshop. The annoying ‘church oppa’ with a severe case of selective bitch face. The annoying suck-up who at this moment was sitting in the front row of the lecture hall, back pin-straight, hanging on Professor Lee’s every word. Honestly, the sight of those letters on his screen was so perturbing, Jongho had to put his beloved Galaxy Z Flip away and pretend to pay attention to the lesson.

He lasted 63 seconds before boredom and FOMO set in and he just had to see why this kid had a moldy watermelon in his room.

- - - -

sung.hanbitna:

so basically

he came home one night with this watermelon

we don't know where he got it from

hao613:

i think it was a secret admirer

stephennotsephora:

of course you do

hao613:

whats that supposed to mean

sung.hanbitna:

so anyways

we ate half of it

and i was gonna eat the rest 

but then he was like

no, im saving it

hao613:

AND HES BEEN SAVING IT FOR THE PAST 3 WEEKS

sung.hanbitna:

it smells worse than haos durian, if thats even possible

hao613:

u hate me don't u

u want me to die

sung.hanbitna:

no

but i wouldnt mind if ur durian did

hao613:

im gonna move out

sun.woo:

okay yeah

no one cares about ur lovers quarrel

we care about why the fuck ur friend has half a rotten watermelon 

and who hes gonna give it to

minhospussy.cats:

i made poison gas out of a watermelon once

yeonderella:

i

nvm, i don't wanna know

samhyunjin:

is it too late to switch dorms

yeonderella:

we’ll take him, he cant be worse than beomgyu

samhyunjin:

deal

yeonderella:

just

dont give him a room key

he’ll lock u out and u’ll have to sleep with each other

samhyunjin:

wHAT

- - - -

“Jongho Choi!” Jongho felt his heart skip a beat, and not in the Kdrama meet-cute kind of way. He attempted to compose himself, donning his signature slouch, but it’s kind of hard to seem nonchalant when you just dropped your phone on the floor out of fear. The room began to focus, and Jongho could see that the class had stopped, and everyone had turned to face him. Wonderful. When I said I liked attention, this wasn’t exactly what I meant. 

At the center of it all was the formidable vocal instructor. Professor Amy Lee, graduating class of 2000, one of the greatest talents to come out of TSA. A 6-times platinum, multi-million selling singer, before a stage accident cut her vocal chords in 2017. For a lot of people in the room, she was the reason they chose TSA, him included. And right now, she was giving Jongho a look that made him want to melt into the floor Brian style.

Jongho cleared his throat. “Yes, Professor?” he asked. “Care to demonstrate the technique?” Jongho almost asked what technique she meant, until he realized that was the trap. Think, Jongho, think. Wait nevermind, you’re not good at that. Luckily, Professor Lee’s slides were still up on the projector, explaining the answer to his question. He didn’t totally get it, but if there’s one thing Jongho’s good at, it’s winging it. He wasn’t exactly sure what came out of his mouth, but judging by the look on Professor Lee’s face, he did a pretty good job. The professor gave a little nod. “Good job. But next time, please pay attention to the lesson.”

“Hey, it’s not our fault if he has the motivation of a lonely panda,” Taerae mumbled from the front row. A couple of giggles echoed around the hall, and Jongho felt his face flush. Bitch. Professor Lee gave them both a look as she returned to the front, but didn’t say anything.

The bell rang half an hour later, and Jongho rushed to get his stuff, still fuming at Taerae’s comment. He walked down the stairs, refusing to look at anyone. “Jongho, can I talk to you, please?” Professor Lee motioned at him to come to her desk. Ugh, he thought. This is gonna take forever. 

Professor Lee waited for the lecture hall to empty before she started. “Jongho, you’re one of the best students I’ve seen in years. You have genuine, one in a million talent. I think you know that. No, I know you know that, that’s why you never pay attention.” Jongho felt himself smirk. I am pretty awesome, when you think about it. But Professor Lee wasn’t done. “But if you keep slacking off, none of that’s gonna matter. You’re not in high school anymore. There are a thousand other kids who would kill for your spot, literally. There are kids in this class who would kill to be in the position you’re in, and they’re putting in the work.” Jongho thought back to the death glare Taerae had given him during the round table, the side eyes Lily Morrow and Jennifer Huh had exchanged when he got called on, that one time Jay Kapossy had ignored him when he offered him a seat. It’s not my fault they need practice, Jongho wanted to say. He, of course, did not say that. Believe it or not, Jongho Choi can read the room when he wants to. He opened his mouth to say something slightly less accusatory, but nothing came out. Professor Lee looked at him pityingly. “I think you know, deep down, that you need to step up. I just hope that you actually do.” Jongho didn’t really know what to say, so he just gave a small nod. He couldn’t meet her eyes. Professor Lee sighed. “You can go now, you’ll be late for your next lecture.” Jongho rocketed out of his seat before she could finish her sentence and booked it out of there, nearly forgetting his backpack.

The hallways were pretty empty. Not a lot of people had classes this early; Professor Lee was an early bird (read: sadistic torturer). Jongho didn’t have another class until his one-on-one intensive with Professor Byun, and that wasn’t til 2. Technically, he didn’t have a class until Professor Lee’s evening session (cuz Professor Byun is a pushover, and Professor Lee is somehow also a night owl). So, hypothetically, Jongho wouldn’t have to lift a finger for the next ten hours. 

This, he thought. This is what I signed up for. 

Thirteen minutes later, Jongho was stretched across the dorm’s red couch. Or rather, he was stretched across Seonghwa, who was already sitting on the couch. “Jongho, please move your ass, I have class in ten minutes.” “I’ll move if you get me some popcorn,” he said with a grin. “I can’t move, how am I supposed to get you popcorn?!” Jongho shrugged, a smirk on his face. “Maybe you shoulda thought about that before you sat down.” If this was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of Seonghwa’s ears. “You- I- What-,” he spluttered. “Oh my- WOOYOUNG, HELP ME! I’M BEING CRUSHED!” 

Wooyoung materialized behind the couch with a very suspicious grin on his face. His eyeliner was only half-done, and come to think of it, there was a faint lipstick stain on the collar of his white polo. Jongho didn’t really want to know what his hyung was getting up to in the hallway, so he didn’t bring it up. “(Get this motherfucker off me.)” Seonghwa hissed at him. Wooyoung pursed his lips. “(Hmm, I don’t know, hyung. I’m not really in the mood.)” Seonghwa was reaching peak annoyance, and boy, was it a sight. Seonghwa Park, an otherwise composed individual, was quickly turning the same shade as those tomato macarons Taeyong Lee was selling at the Student Market last week. Part of Jongho wanted to snap a picture, but that required energy and, if you haven’t noticed, Jongho is not a fan of energy expenditure. “(Get OFF! I will throw you off this couch.)” Jongho sighed and shook his head with pity. “(Hyung, you’re an overgrown twig. I’d like to see you try.)” But he still moved over slightly, because what Seonghwa lacked in strength he made up for in pure determination, and getting pushed off a couch expended a lot of energy. 

Seonghwa scrambled off the couch and slapped Jongho on the head. “(Ow! Hyung!)” Jongho whined. “(That’s child abuse.)” “(You’re lucky that’s all I did, you lazy motherfucker.)” With a huff, Seonghwa collected his things and stomped out the door. Jongho almost called out to remind him he still had his rollers in, but decided against it. That’s what you get for calling me a lazy motherfucker. I may be lazy, but I sure as hell won’t fuck your mother. 

With conflict over, the dorm was quiet again. Wooyoung was scrolling through his phone, probably looking at the latest BTS music video. San was in the shower, washing up from his morning work-out. Seonghwa was gone, Hongjoong and Mingi were still in Kingston for a Production field trip, Yunho was fast asleep, and Yeosang had left at 4 in the morning, saying something about friends locked out of a dorm and sex noises. He didn’t really want any more details. Jongho gave a large sigh. What do I do now? He looked longingly at the TV remote, which was resting on the black coffee table a mere meter away. So close, he thought. Yet so far. “Wooyoungie-hyung?” Jongho called. Wooyoung looked up. “What?” he called back. “Can you pass me the remote?” His hyung groaned. “Jongho, it’s literally right there, you can get it yourself.” “But I don’t wanna,” he whined. “It’s too far.” “Dude, it's right- ugh, whatever.” Wooyoung gave up arguing, as always, and simply passed the remote. “Thank you hyung!” Jongho said in his best aegyo. Wooyoung shook his head. “How are you still at this school? You have no self-motivation.” 

If it was any other day, Jongho would’ve insulted Wooyoung right back, making fun of his eighteen different cameras or his inability to clean up after his… escapades. But coupled with his meeting with Professor Lee, and stupid Taerae Kim’s attitude, the remark left Jongho in a daze for the next hour. 

I have motivation. Right? Why should it matter though? I’m good anyways, better than everyone else, especially Taerae Kim. I don’t need to do anything, I’m already good. I got this far because I’m good, and I don’t need to change anything. You know what? Maybe they should change instead.

Chapter Text

stephennotsephora: 

guys

GUYS

I SWEAR ON MY 7 DEAD GRANDPARENTS

I JUST SAW HAOBIN MAKING OUT

thesan:

7 grandparents?

stephennotsephora:

grandpa yoon was a promiscuous girl

thesan:

there is a lot to unpack in that sentence

ju.lia:

u sure u saw them?

aeri.chan:

yeah, u said that last week

stephennotsephora:

cuz it was them!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sun.woo:

bro

u brought like 15 of us to some middle of nowhere park in Mississauga

and then it was just professor min and the dance captain

stephennotsephora:

which is just as good

sun.woo:

and then ur van broke down and we had to take the bus back to the dorms

at 1 in the morning

chenle.idkeither:

u made me take PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION

i'm breaking out in hives just thinking about it

stephennotsephora:

character growth

u rich kids are too sheltered

chenle.idkeither:

sure

but at least us rich kids have enough brains to refrain from having shipping fantasies about our friends

brianthehoe:

Ricky Shen from 1st year VA literally has a yaoi book

like the burn book from mean girls

but yaoi

hao613:

its purple

and fluffy

and has a pink unicorn on the front

and he sits on his bed and kicks his feet and writes “dear unicorn diary, i think mark and haechan would make such a cute couple”

sung.hanbitna:

babe, hes gonna kill u

stephennotsephora:

SEE

DO YALL SEE THAT

sung.hanbitna:

sorry dude

just trolling

i call all my friends babe

stephennotsephora:

there is no way in hell thats true

sung.hanbitna:

can u prove it?

stephennotsephora:

YALL IM TELLING U

THEY’RE DATING

samhyunjin:

idk

like u said that five times this week

and none of them were true…

jungwooyoung:

but hes kinda on to smth

like

they’re awfully close

uknow.jeong:

ur awfully close with san

does that mean ur dating?

jungwooyoung:

…

fine

but u have to admit they look like they’re dating

seungmin.H8S.hyunjin:

but what if they’re not, and yall keep saying they are

uknow.jeong:

did u just agree with hyunjin

seungmin.H8S.hyunjin:

shit

...

nvm

they’re totally together

xiaoting:

yeah no

theres no way they're not together

like

hao said they kiss

evan.lee:

wHAT

xiaoting:

then he deleted it

samhyunjin:

u sure u arent pulling that out ur ass?

xiaoting:

girl i don't pull anything 

im a mormon

changebin:

Really?

xiaoting:

no

sung.hanbitna:

guys

you seriously just spent half an hour debating whether or not me and hao are dating

hao613: 

jobless behaviour

sung.hanbitna:

we’re not

hao613:

we’re just friends

stephennotsephora:

friends with benefits?

hao613:

define benefits

stephennotsephora:

anal

chris.bahng:

BRO

THE CHILDREN

stephennotsephora:

we’re literally all the same age

chris.bahng:

think of the december babies

like sophia

and soobin

bumguythespacemanager:

nuh uh, soobmissives got lots of experience

just ask @yeonderella

yeonderella:

tf

markymarkyshaechan:

marky doesnt have any

maybe thats why he doesn't wanna date me

hes worried im too experienced for him

mark.lee:

NO

BRO

I DON'T WANNA DATE U CUZ I DON'T LIKE U LIKE THAT

stephennotsephora:

hao likes hanbin like that

yang2:

steph

ur delulu

ur a shipper

a toxic shipper

u sound like u run a BTS fan account with some reference to Wings era and bully EXO-Ls in ur free time

stephennotsephora:

…

follow @busanwings on twitter

yang2:

are u fucking kidding me

mark.lee:

…

u follow haechan?

:,(

traitor

nah.min.jae: 

wait a fucking second

are u that bitch that fought with me about Baekhyun

stephennotsephora:

yeah, and id do it again

Jungkook >>>>>> Baekhyun any day

nah.min.jae:

like hell

Baekhyun makes Jungkook sound like a dying goat

stephennotsephora:

at least my faves don't look like constipated vultures when they dance

nah.min.jae:

you take that back

stephennotsephora:

ill take it back when u get an OT9 comeback

oh wait

thats never gonna happen

bumguythespacemanager:

okay guys pack it up

this isnt a place for fanwars

UNLESS ITS TO THE DEATH

MEET ME IN THE AMPITHEATRE IN 15

- - - -

Meanwhile….

Uri Gajok (Our Big Happy Family)

hanbin.appa:

you think they believe him?

mama.hao:

nah

hes talked too much

we’re good

unless xiaoting starts talking 

hanbin.appa:

…

xiaoting just started talking

mama.hao:

its fine

i just bought her silence

told her i’d out her and yurina

hanbin.appa:

thank u pookie

<3

mama.hao:

ur welcome

ur lucky u have such an amazing boyfriend

baby.yujinie:

OMG could yall just text in a diff chat

im tryna play roblox w/ the homies

but ur fuckass nicknames keep popping up

im deadass getting bullied rn

hanbin.appa:

sorry yujinie

mama.hao:

sorry baby

<333333

baby.yujinie:

oml ur actually worse than my real parents

mama.hao:

what do u mean

we are ur real parents

hanbin.appa:

we birthed u

baby.yujinie:

…

tf

the delusion is strong with this one

mama.hao:

hey, don't talk to your father like that

baby.yujinie:

im leaving

- - - - 

stephen.yoon

i know it was you

hao.zhang:

they’ll never believe you

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Chapter Text

- - - - 

TO: 

FROM: [email protected]

SUBJECT: DANCE TEAM!!!!!!!!!!<3 :) XD

HI GUYSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We’re so happy to announce Toronto School of Arts Elite Dance Team auditions are NOW OPEN!!!!!!!!

This year’s Dance Coordinator is yours truly, Hoseok Jung (but you can call me Hobi).

And introducing this year’s Co-Captains…

MOMO HIRAI WESTLAKE and LALISA MANOBAL!!!!!!!!

If you’re interested, email me or sign up on one of the flyers around campus.

We love new people!!!!!

Hope to see you all there!!!!!!!!!

Hobi

- - - - - - 

feetlix:

did everyone get a message from the dance captain

uknow.jeong:

yeah

shoobert.shotaro:

hes very…

perky

feetlix:

yeah

minhospussy.cats:

hes so sweet my teeth hurt

pj.han:

pretty sure thats just ur cavity

minhospussy.cats:

brooo

dont air out my business

you’re gonna end up like the last 5

pj.han:

what last…

nvm i really don't wanna know

yeonderella:

yall should really join tho

i was on the team last year

he’s a brilliant dancer

we won every competition we entered

yang2:

we were the Abby Lee Dance Company of college dance teams

feetlix:

when are auditions?

yeonderella:

…

he forgot to say didn’t he

uknow.jeong:

yeah

yeonderella:

he gets very excited about tryouts…

ill ask 

- - - -

yeonjundchoi:

hobi hyung

hobipower:

yeonjunie~~~~~~~

my favourite dongsaeng~~~

yeonjundchoi:

hobi hyung

when are tryouts

hobipower:

…

did i forget to add it

yeonjundchoi:

….yeah

hobipower:

ohmigosh im sorry :( 

they’re Oct 12

TD studio

lunch

sorryyyyyyyyyyyy T-T

pls tell ur friends 

yeonjundchoi:

i will

hobipower:

thank u yeonjunie <3333333333

- - - -

yeonderella:

he says they're on Oct 12

at the TD studio

at lunch

might run longer tho

feetlix: 

OCT 12???????

ISNT THAT IN LIKE A WEEK

yeonderella:

…

hes really bad at thinking ahead…

feetlix:

I HAVE 1 WEEK?????

thesan:

how the fuck are we supposed to put together an audition in a week 

xiaoting:

Jimin Park learned La Sylphide in 5 days

minhospussy.cats:

well no one cares what fuckass Jimin Park can do

hes just a stupid blonde overachiever whos in love with his best friend

chenle.idkeither:

…

bumguythespacemanager:

…

O-O

pj.han:

what were you saying before about airing out peoples business

-Blind Item #4: Jimin Park has a closeted crush on his best friend-

pj.han:

…

thats not how that works minho

- - - -

Dance Team Auditions

-hoseok.jung created a new groupchat-

-hoseok.jung added momo.hiraim, lisa.manobal, and 78 others-

-hoseok.jung enabled nicknames-

hobipower:

hiiiiiiiii everyone

thank you all for signing up

gyuvin.kim:

what do we need to prepare

hobipower:

please prepare 2 1-minute performances

preferably highlighting different aspects of your skills

and one 1-minute choreography

hikaru.ezaki:

…

3 dances

in 1 week

hobipower:

yup

samhyunjin.hwang:

3 dances 

in 1

week

hobipower:

Yep!

cant wait to see you all there!!!!!!!

be at TD at 12:00 pm SHARP!!!!!

- - - - 

Felix Lee sat on his bed in a state of pure, unfiltered panic. One week to make a choreo. A 1-minute choreo, but a choreo nonetheless. He tore at his hair, nearly pulling it out from the roots (though that wouldn’t be a difficult feat, as Felix’s hair is in a permanent state of disrepair from his monthly dyeing sessions). 

Okay, calm down Felix. You are in control. I, Felix Yongbok Lee, am In Control. I am calm. I am cool. I am collected. I am… Oh my god, I only have a week. A WEEK????? How do you make a ballet choreo in a week?? Oh my god, what if they don’t allow ballet? What if they don't let boys wear pointe shoes? Jimin Park wears pointe shoes, it should be fine. Did I just compare myself to JIMIN PARK??? What if THEY compare me to Jimin Park? What if Jimin Park is THERE????

Felix was pacing around the tiny room at that point, head in his hands. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. Oh my god, what am I going to do?

Now, Felix was in such a state of disarray that he forgot he had a roommate. A roommate who had a tendency to act first and ask questions later. So as he crouched next to the door in a bundle of anxiety, it came as a bit of surprise when the door swung open and promptly thwacked him in the face. 

“Yongbok-ah! I’m home!” Changbin Seo sang, bursting into the room like a smiley tornado. Felix doubled over, clutching his nose. Oh my god, is it broken? I can’t dance with a broken nose! Oh my god, I’m gonna fail before I even start. He tried to let out a string of curse words, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper. “Yongbok-ah?” Changbin called. “어디야?” Normally Felix would be able to understand that. Yes, his Korean is shit, but he knows enough to understand if someone’s looking for him. However, normally he isn’t in severe pain cause his roommate can’t fucking knock. “Ah! Yongbokie!” Changbin smiled down at him, before continuing in rapid-fire Korean. All Felix could do was look at him with a pained expression. Slowly, his roommate began to realize. “Ah, sorry,” he said in stilted English. “I forgot you don’t speak Korean.” I do, it’s just a bit hard to when you’re crippled from pain. 

Changbin tilted his head. “Yongbok, are you alright?” Felix mustered enough strength to reply. “Do I look like I’m okay?” he spat. “No, that’s why I asked,” he replied. “What happened?” “You happened! You slammed the food in my face and probably broke my nose and now I’m never gonna be able to join the dance team!” Felix buried his head in his hands, then realized that was absolutely not something you should do with a potentially broken nose. 

Changbin completely ignored his friend’s cries and instead asked, “I thought you were already on the dance team?” 

Felix looked up. “What? No, I’m in the Dance program.”

“So why are you upset?” 

“Cuz I have to make the Dance TEAM.”

“But didn’t you do that already?”

“No, this is another team I have to audition for.”

“You had to do two auditions?”

“NO, this is a different audition.”

“But aren’t you already in the program?”

They were going around in circles. If this was anyone else, he’d know they were trolling. But Changbin means it; he seriously doesn’t get the difference, and it’s kind of cute and completely infuriating. “Look, nevermind.” Felix gave up. “It’s nothing.” He finally got up from his corner of pain and helplessness and walked out of the room, side-stepping a confused Changbin on his way out. 

The living room wasn’t big enough for him to continue his frenzied pacing. Every inch of the room was covered in something; the velvet couch hidden under yards of fabric, the table covered by a sea of crumpled papers. Even the fuzzy carpet was covered by an exhausted Hyunjin. The kitchen wasn’t any better, still covered in a thin layer of his and Seungmin’s last… experiment. There was not a single communal space in their 8-person dorm not in some state of disrepair. There’s gotta be somewhere I can freak out. Felix very nearly locked himself in the bathroom, before remembering where he’d deposited the smoking disaster from earlier that day. 

Left with no options and no state of solitary confinement, Felix went to go find Chris. 

Chris was unsurprisingly holed up in his and Jeongin’s room, hooked up to the tiny studio underneath his bunk bed. Music played faintly from his headphones. Felix knocked before entering (like a normal person). “Yo, Chris,” his friend noticed him out of the corner of his eye and took off his headphones. “Hey,” he nodded. “What’s up?” Felix scratched his head. “Um,” he began. “Can I have some advice?” Chris blinked. “Uh, sure.” He pulled out a little stool for Felix to sit on.

Chris was a year older than the rest of them —he’d taken a year off before moving to Canada— and the others had come to him for advice so many times in the month and a half since school started that they’d effectively bought him a tiny psychologist’s chair. 

Felix perched on the chair. “I’m freaking out,” he admitted. Chris raised an eyebrow. “Is this about the Dance Team tryouts?” Felix looked up. “How did you kn0w?” “Hyunjin was here like literally 5 minutes ago,” he laughed, and Felix laughed with him, before realizing that meant Hyunjin would be his competition. Oh my god, I’m so screwed. “I only have a week to make a choreography,” he wailed. “And practice it, and audition, and…” 

The whole story just spilled out; the problems with the Dance Teams, but also things he hadn’t even meant to tell, like his issues with Madame Monserrat, and that sinking feeling of falling behind that kept prodding him as the weeks went on. Chris didn’t say anything, just listened as Felix rambled on. But having his presence was enough; it was calming. Grounding. Trustworthy. This is a lot better than freaking out in the bathroom.

When Felix finally finished, Chris sighed. “Look, your problems are a bit different, but I’m gonna tell you what I told Hyunjin.”

“Ask for help.”

- - - - 

felix.lee:

hey

would you be open to practicing with me?

for tryouts

yeonjundchoi:

uh sure

idk if i’ll be helpful

i don't take ballet

i have some friends who do ballet tho

i can bring them too

if u want

felix.lee:

sure

thanks yeonjun