He then leaned up and quickly kissed Chanyeol on the lips. How could Joon myeon be sure of his intentions when he was such a mysterious character? Joon myeon nodded and chuckled. Kyungsoo thinks Chanyeol's smile is bright like the sun. Why was he even calling Yifan and needed his help? Born-cats don't know the struggle. Why he was this ignorant? The north-Asian eyes of the latter moved around the café room.
Ahn asked Baekhyun and Yifan. Joon myeon never gotten close to anyone besides his brothers and Baekhyun hated to be friends with anyone far more brothers! Yifan came out of nowhere like a lightning bolt and when he could timed out helping Joon myeon stay on his feet he ended up throwing his body on the floor to keep Joon myeon safe from hurting. I know we're meant to be together, just not right now. Loved it when they collided. Yifan and only Yifan, was in his mind. Now it was worse so he just nodded in agree.
Chanyeol would never imagine dating someone on Baekhyun's level. This time it was for a funeral. He thinks that Chen, the new psychic on campus, is a fraud when he makes the mistake of seeing him. He rubbed his hands nervously. His eyes over worked in process of searching for D. The dark and cold pair of eyes snapped him to realization. If he stayed there, he would faint so he stood up between the performance of the latter yet continued and left the cafe like always.
He instantly turned back and rushed towards the stairway without asking the guy about the bully or any such question. His eyes widened in shock. Seeing you sick like this… It hurts my heart because I want you to get better. Joon myeon was also wondering why Yifan agreed to work with him. Joon myeon had forgotten to collect his blazer from Minseok and it sure was cold out there. He huffed and groaned down his throat when reality hit him.
He was going to work with Yifan. Every moment around him stopped. Chanyeol eagerly cooked some bacon, eggs and toast and put it on a tray for Baekhyun. How will Baekhyun deal with life when things are out of his control? Wide band, a row of small diamonds inset in the center all the way around. He has high hopes for his senior high school year.
His breath that was stable that time had decided to go wild again and heart was its best ever companion, racing all the way out of his chest. They both tried their best to raise their baby brothers like a mother not letting them feel that they were orphans though they were just two or three years older than both those youngsters. He was the star player after all and he got tons of recruiters every week but he turned every single offer down and Joon myeon wondered why. Chanyeol grinned in anticipation for Baekhyun's reaction. He just loved him and it was so deep that he dreamed of him every single night like someone would be in a movie do. Now there was no use in telling Jong-in about it and there was no way he would go easy on Jong-in if it was the same matter as Jong-dae was taking it.
Then here comes the trouble. Chanyeol whispered into Baekhyun's ear. The same glowing smile, the same scrunched up nose, the same soft black hair. The annoyed emotion washed over him. The pain of gotten stabbed by disappointment broke him down inwardly. It felt amazing to hold Baekhyun like this.
With his charming eye smile and velvety smooth voice, it was no wonder that he has accumulated quite a fan base for himself. His heart was thumbing wildly in his chest, legs shaking, breath was heavy and eyes laced with annoyance and frustration; he had no idea what he was going to do now. He must have had lost it when he was this disrespectful towards Joon myeon. They had a free class before lunchtime and Joon myeon could use the free time to check on his brother. Suddenly, Baekhyun's stomach grumbled loudly and they broke their kiss only to laugh at the timing.
Now he was but a myth, a nameless king that no one believed had every truly existed, because what city of hunters would name a vampire their king. His throat ran dried instantly. He was extremely ashamed of himself. He loved to communicate with the latter through sticky note letters. Well, Yifan was an extreme introvert and man with fewer words even in classes Joon myeon never found him saying even a single word and he would only answer professors shortly if asked. How could he mistake someone else as D. And one of them fell in love with one of us.
The guy with guitar case in his hand and wide north-Asian eyes must be the one Jong-in was looking for but his luck had betrayed him this time as the male came in from the pillar side entrance instead of the main entrance of the corridor where Jong-in was waiting for him. He knew he had to leave now or else he would faint. He reminded himself that D. His throat was running dry. Joon myeon instantly felt the erections in his body.