71. Wandering Eyes
Teho, Mia and Kyumin
Teho left the building fairly quickly to avoid the crowds of the ever-so-present admirers, but that was before he made a show for them. Touching his hair seemingly randomly, gracefully flowing to the door.
"You have to let me go girls, the muse never sleeps." He winked and they made a path for him to leave.
"Oh, Teho-ssi let me go with you," one girl whined. "Oppa take me instead," a disagreeing voice pleaded. They were indeed intense.
"Later," he promised and noted for himself to help at least some of them with their assignments.
"Be a role model," Jitae often reminded him.
Alright, I'll be. Teho thought resolutely to call upon a few girls and genuinely help them with their assignments.
I'll be useful.
...
Warm-ups had Mia's blood pumping. All her peers made a circle on the cold grass and despite the chilly weather took off their shoes. While side-eyeing other running students here and there she stretched her legs and arms. Everybody was busy, painting students were walking around sketching viciously in groups, and chatting, but Somin was nowhere to find amongst them.
She probably bailed. Mia smiled to herself.
Teachers used the unusual surroundings and separated students into groups, letting them come out with some spur-of-the-moment choreography. Feeling the cold was good for the nervous system anyway.
Mia smiled and nodded her head in a heated conversation about the moves they'll use when a lean boy sat on the porch. Sketchbook in hands, laid back posture, eyes locked on her. Dressed in a black man-skirt showing off his muscular legs and a dark burgundy jacket made him stand out a bit. Brown hair neatly brushed back was partly hidden in a black bucket hat, covering his features slightly.
"Ya, is that Kyumin?" Mia's classmate asked, her voice shaking.
"Who? Where?" Mia was lost, still in a process of learning everyones' names and this one hadn't rung a bell yet.
"Overthere in that skirt." The girl subtly gestured by bobbing her head. Mia turned and straight up looked at him.
"No, what are you doing? Don't look." The girl blushed, slightly slapping her friend's shoulders.
"Why not?" Mia asked, greeting him with a wave as confident as ever.
What a surprise, Kyumin.
"Jeez, no Mia." The girl caught her hand and pulled it down.
"But why?" Mia asked again.
"It's embarrassing," she let on. "I've got a crush on him."
"How did you call him?" Mia wondered when he made a subtle greeting gesture towards them.
"Jung Kyumin," the girl whispered. "He's dreamy, but I don't know how to approach him."
"Is he complicated?" Mia asked and smiled widely at him while he sketched.
I'm not afraid of you. This thrill made her feel alive again after the tiring shenanigans with Teho.
His pencils trailed the movements of quick little postures the girls made. Fun little training turned out to be suddenly interesting when he recognized the dancing lector. Kyumin didn't want to leave, not even out of decency for the sporadically clothed girls.
"He's so brooding," the girl let out. "I don't know, he's just interesting. I've been watching him for a while." She smile, blushing.
"Hmm," Mia said. "What's his major do you know?"
He didn't talk. Mia remembered.
"Sculpture," the girl said, gazing upwards dreamily. "Look at his arms. Oh my gosh, he's so strong," she gushed. "All the sculptors are so fine, but he's something else."
A frame worth looking at. Mia realized this when she noticeably traced his figure.
With his lingering stare, she concentrated back on the dancing freestyle. She wondered if he was watching only her.
As she turned from a spin she noticed he stopped sketching and just sat. Relaxed, fully observing them. Hand trailing his lip subtly in a sign of intrigue.
He'll make me blush. Mia happily thought, needing the confidence boost like anything , Mia and Kyumin
Teho left the building fairly quickly to avoid the crowds of the ever-so-present admirers, but that was before he made a show for them. Touching his hair seemingly randomly, gracefully flowing to the door.
"You have to let me go girls, the muse never sleeps." He winked and they made a path for him to leave.
"Oh, Teho-ssi let me go with you," one girl whined. "Oppa take me instead," a disagreeing voice pleaded. They were indeed intense.
"Later," he promised and noted for himself to help at least some of them with their assignments.
"Be a role model," Jitae often reminded him.
Alright, I'll be. Teho thought resolutely to call upon a few girls and genuinely help them with their assignments.
I'll be useful.
...
Warm-ups had Mia's blood pumping. All her peers made a circle on the cold grass and despite the chilly weather took off their shoes. While side-eyeing other running students here and there she stretched her legs and arms. Everybody was busy, painting students were walking around sketching viciously in groups, and chatting, but Somin was nowhere to find amongst them.
She probably bailed. Mia smiled to herself.
Teachers used the unusual surroundings and separated students into groups, letting them come out with some spur-of-the-moment choreography. Feeling the cold was good for the nervous system anyway.
Mia smiled and nodded her head in a heated conversation about the moves they'll use when a lean boy sat on the porch. Sketchbook in hands, laid back posture, eyes locked on her. Dressed in a black man-skirt showing off his muscular legs and a dark burgundy jacket made him stand out a bit. Brown hair neatly brushed back was partly hidden in a black bucket hat, covering his features slightly.
"Ya, is that Kyumin?" Mia's classmate asked, her voice shaking.
"Who? Where?" Mia was lost, still in a process of learning everyones' names and this one hadn't rung a bell yet.
"Overthere in that skirt." The girl subtly gestured by bobbing her head. Mia turned and straight up looked at him.
"No, what are you doing? Don't look." The girl blushed, slightly slapping her friend's shoulders.
"Why not?" Mia asked, greeting him with a wave as confident as ever.
What a surprise, Kyumin.
"Jeez, no Mia." The girl caught her hand and pulled it down.
"But why?" Mia asked again.
"It's embarrassing," she let on. "I've got a crush on him."
"How did you call him?" Mia wondered when he made a subtle greeting gesture towards them.
"Jung Kyumin," the girl whispered. "He's dreamy, but I don't know how to approach him."
"Is he complicated?" Mia asked and smiled widely at him while he sketched.
I'm not afraid of you. This thrill made her feel alive again after the tiring shenanigans with Teho.
His pencils trailed the movements of quick little postures the girls made. Fun little training turned out to be suddenly interesting when he recognized the dancing lector. Kyumin didn't want to leave, not even out of decency for the sporadically clothed girls.
"He's so brooding," the girl let out. "I don't know, he's just interesting. I've been watching him for a while." She smile, blushing.
"Hmm," Mia said. "What's his major do you know?"
He didn't talk. Mia remembered.
"Sculpture," the girl said, gazing upwards dreamily. "Look at his arms. Oh my gosh, he's so strong," she gushed. "All the sculptors are so fine, but he's something else."
A frame worth looking at. Mia realized this when she noticeably traced his figure.
With his lingering stare, she concentrated back on the dancing freestyle. She wondered if he was watching only her.
As she turned from a spin she noticed he stopped sketching and just sat. Relaxed, fully observing them. Hand trailing his lip subtly in a sign of intrigue.
He'll make me blush. Mia happily thought, needing the confidence boost like anything else.
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