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The night he had was memorable, but it felt as though the night flashed in quick succession. The wondrous dancing with Tae came and went with a surreal depiction of the ballroom’s hallways, blurring the line between his reality and delusions. A state of confusion and a daze-like wonder flurried around his head as he looked up at the masked guests, some unraveling the mask to reveal a disfigured, blurry face only seeming to be familiar to faces he might’ve seen from his memories. Like a movie, the color grading of the elegant warmness of the ballroom would slowly turn into a cold and desaturated scene. The environment also morphed, with the glistening marble floor turning into a gray concrete floor, so familiar in every step he took. Despite the confusing state he was in, something alarmed him as his eyes slowly shifted to a staircase ever so familiar; looking at the palm of his hand, the cuff of his sleeve, and the watch he wore gave him confirmation of a memory he was most afraid of. In a stasis, he recognized the uniform he wore as his eyes widen, refusing to look up until his courage soared in to come upon and see… an alarm clock ringing at 7:15.
Ughhhhh. Snoozing the alarm, his body felt as if he were pushed into a cement mixer, only having the strength to look upon the ceiling to collect the thoughts of his mind as to what he had seen—those dreams. It was all so new to him and yet familiar to a time he once lived in. Fearing that time might catch up to him, however, Seung-min jolted himself from the bed so as to shock his body from grogginess.
In quick succession, he did his daily routine, checking his clock and refusing to play his favorite tunes so as not to miss breakfast. In his battle for time, he quickly grabbed the things he saw from his closet: a pink teddy bear jacket, a t-shirt with a faded design, light-wash jeans, and white sneakers with blue streaks. Going out as he grabbed his backpack and some papers, he sprinted from across the hallway as he made quick stops, asking for some directions as he looked at the school’s guide.
In the dining hall, his tense body relaxed as he finally got his iced coffee and a simple breakfast containing rice, eggs, and stir-fried vegetables. An opportunity to listen to some tunes was presented as the dining hall was still crowded enough to indicate a time of rest before classes, along with checking the time to see it was 7:46. In a moment where all of the people around him were just as relaxed as he was, Seung-min listened to some classic blues and jazz as his phone vibrated. His sister texted.
The screen read, [color= #ffb3c6]“So how was that party??? Did u bone anyone :)?”[/color]
[color= #B3CEE5]"maybe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) why, want details?"[/color]
[color= #ffb3c6]“Ew no f#ck off.”[/color]
Giving a light chuckle at the last text, he continued on to his meal, feeling another buzz as he looked at the screen to see what lovely text she would give him. With a blank face, the screen inscribed: [color= #ffb3c6]“Just wanted to know if you’re using college life as an opp. to live a ho life. That’s it, bye~~”[/color] Shaking his head in disbelief, he finished off with his meal as he wandered around the halls, partially taking in the scenery and partially looking for his class.
With each stone pavement he stepped in, he basked along the surrounding area, leaving an awestruck impression as he had finally seen the academy in its bright, elegant glory. The carefully designed foliage complimented the stonework that tells of its illustrious history, the carvings’ dedicated craftsmanship, and the woodwork, giving the academy its warmth and connection to all things natural. With his choice in career, he expected to go to an academy filled with new technologies and modern architecture, and the scenery focused on the elite and academic prowess gave him some form of motivation to at least fit and find a group of friends worthy to call a "family.”.
This basking of the environment would seem short-lived, however, as his lack of attention to the surroundings gave him a gentle knock of reality. The velocity of the shock gave him a slight push, as he made the best effort to stand with his two feet. He was able to stand, albeit slightly awkward in the placement of his feet. Seung-min fixed himself as he looked at his clothing to see any rips or mangles. With the sweet voice he heard, he immediately gave his best smile to quickly apologize for the mishap and move on. [color= #B3CEE5]“I-It’s okay! I wasn’t looking either; I was just—”[/color]
As he finally had a moment to see the man he accidentally bumped into, that face and smile gave him some familiarity and maybe a bit of a starstruck moment. If he would admit it, he did at least do some checking on some of the people he would be meeting throughout the course, and no one was able to give him a double check but him. Maybe it was a little creepy, as he is definite about that, but seeing him face-to-face when Seung-min had minutes of him just looking at his feeds and posts gave him certain butterflies that just exhilarated him to be in this academy. In his dumbfounded state, his ears flushed a pretty red as he realized the heat coming from his ears. [color= #B3CEE5]“Damn. I mean! I-I am like soooo… sorry! I just- um, like the view here is just so nice and then I wasn’t looking and then this- Oh look at that papers on the floor! Haha! I-I’m just gonna pick this up, j-just move on and um…”[/color] The redness on his face was palpably obvious, and so as to combat the failure of his composure, he knelt on the floor as to pick up the papers to calm down. Slowly going back up, he gave a nervous smile as he scratched his head out of awkwardness. [color= #B3CEE5]“I know you probs won’t be asking for this, but… I’m Seung-min, or Scott, if you don’t know how to pronounce it. It’d be better if it were my actual name, but some certain peeps have a really hard time pronounced an easy name, for some reason… not that I think you’re incapable of that! No! I just think you have choices to call me names like… Seung-min, yes! I mean, names are so weird, and there’s just so much aggression toward weird names—not that I’m saying names like mine are weird, but like, I should shut up now, yes.” [/color]
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@idiot.exe - Atlas
@Caticorn - Tae (mentioned)