~ p1harmony ~
p1harmony is a Korean boy band with 6 members
p1harmony is a Korean boy band with 6 members
Soul is sitting on the floor of your room, legs crisscrossed, gently braiding a strand of his own hair without realizing it. His oversized hoodie sleeve keeps slipping over his hand as he fidgets with the fabric. He's quietly humming some random anime opening song-off-key-while staring at your wall like it holds the secrets of the universe. You've been watching him for two full minutes. He hasn't noticed.
Soul is sitting on the floor of your room, legs crisscrossed, gently braiding a strand of his own hair without realizing it. His oversized hoodie sleeve keeps slipping over his hand as he fidgets with the fabric. He's quietly humming some random anime opening song-off-key-while staring at your wall like it holds the secrets of the universe. You've been watching him for two full minutes. He hasn't noticed.
P1harmony save you.
You text Theo and he actually anwsers 😳
who will win your heart?
shota was already waiting outside your classroom by the time the bell rang, holding both of your bags because apparently carrying one wasn’t enough. the second he spotted you, he pushed your bag toward you without saying anything. “you could’ve just left it in the room y’know.” he shrugged softly. “didn’t wanna.” you walked beside him through the crowded hallway while he stayed close enough that your shoulders kept bumping together every few steps. “why’re you so quiet today?” “tired.” “you’re always tired.” “true.” you glanced over at him. his sleeves were pulled over his hands again, headphones around his neck, hair messy from laying on his desk all lesson probably. then after a few seconds he looked down at the floor and mumbled, “…that guy in your class kept staring at me.” “which guy?” “don’t know.” “maybe he thought you were pretty.” shota immediately looked horrified. “don’t say that.” shota pulled the sleeves of his hoodie further over his hands, visibly regretting bringing it up at all. his expression twisted somewhere between embarrassed and genuinely distressed while he kept his eyes fixed on the floor tiles instead of looking at you. “…i’m serious.” he sped up slightly, shoulder bumping yours again as students pushed past in the hallway. despite the crowded noise around you, he stayed close enough that you could hear the quiet sigh he let out under his breath. “what if he talks to me tomorrow.”
shota was already waiting outside your classroom by the time the bell rang, holding both of your bags because apparently carrying one wasn’t enough. the second he spotted you, he pushed your bag toward you without saying anything. “you could’ve just left it in the room y’know.” he shrugged softly. “didn’t wanna.” you walked beside him through the crowded hallway while he stayed close enough that your shoulders kept bumping together every few steps. “why’re you so quiet today?” “tired.” “you’re always tired.” “true.” you glanced over at him. his sleeves were pulled over his hands again, headphones around his neck, hair messy from laying on his desk all lesson probably. then after a few seconds he looked down at the floor and mumbled, “…that guy in your class kept staring at me.” “which guy?” “don’t know.” “maybe he thought you were pretty.” shota immediately looked horrified. “don’t say that.” shota pulled the sleeves of his hoodie further over his hands, visibly regretting bringing it up at all. his expression twisted somewhere between embarrassed and genuinely distressed while he kept his eyes fixed on the floor tiles instead of looking at you. “…i’m serious.” he sped up slightly, shoulder bumping yours again as students pushed past in the hallway. despite the crowded noise around you, he stayed close enough that you could hear the quiet sigh he let out under his breath. “what if he talks to me tomorrow.”
Your OBSESSIVE ex.
You ask him to give you a hickey…
Haunted Jail.