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Ameh · 06-30-2016, 09:58 PM

Second stop on Jaemin's Finding Love Grand Tour was the treehouse. He hadn't spent much time in there, neither last year nor this year - there were always other people in there, and he would much rather have sat in the actual tree rather than the fort itself - but he knew that it was a refuge... and that meant that his love could possibly be inside. The bloody-faced second year was shivering more now, though he didn't seem to realise it at all from the way he was moving; he'd been too busy looking for his love to stop at his dorm for a coat, and thus was running around outside in the comfortable, not-very-warm clothing he'd worn to the party. It didn't matter to him if he froze though... as long as he did so after he found her.

The ladder came down as he got close, and he struggled a bit climbing it as his fingers were getting rather cold. He very nearly fell off of it near the top, but managed to keep his grip; panting softly, he threw himself inside, and forced himself to stand. Blankly he looked around the space, stumbling a bit here and there. There were places to hide, of course... but why would his love hide from him? She wouldn't. She would love him just as much as he loved her, so she would come right to him... wouldn't she?

She wasn't here. There was no way she was here. His beautiful reason for living was not in the treehouse, and therefore Jaemin no longer had to be in the treehouse. So he did what any reasonable, love-struck teenage boy would do.

Jaemin opened the treehouse door and, completely ignoring the ladder... jumped. It was a decent fall from the treehouse all the way to the ground, but he was unconcerned about it - his safety was less important than finding his love. It was a good thing were was a bouncing charm below; the boy hit it, bounced, and landed on his stomach on the frozen ground, relatively unscathed but now damp, dirty, and still bleeding from his face. He didn't waste a moment and, still panting, hopped to his feet and took off toward the forest this time. Maybe she'd be there.

06-30-2016, 09:58 PM	#50 (permalink)
Ameh Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	**in the party timeline another stop and go because I can hehe** ♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Second stop on Jaemin's Finding Love Grand Tour was the treehouse. He hadn't spent much time in there, neither last year nor this year - there were always other people in there, and he would much rather have sat in the actual tree rather than the fort itself - but he knew that it was a refuge... and that meant that his love could possibly be inside. The bloody-faced second year was shivering more now, though he didn't seem to realise it at all from the way he was moving; he'd been too busy looking for his love to stop at his dorm for a coat, and thus was running around outside in the comfortable, not-very-warm clothing he'd worn to the party. It didn't matter to him if he froze though... as long as he did so after he found her. The ladder came down as he got close, and he struggled a bit climbing it as his fingers were getting rather cold. He very nearly fell off of it near the top, but managed to keep his grip; panting softly, he threw himself inside, and forced himself to stand. Blankly he looked around the space, stumbling a bit here and there. There were places to hide, of course... but why would his love hide from him? She wouldn't. She would love him just as much as he loved her, so she would come right to him... wouldn't she? She wasn't here. There was no way she was here. His beautiful reason for living was not in the treehouse, and therefore Jaemin no longer had to be in the treehouse. So he did what any reasonable, love-struck teenage boy would do. Jaemin opened the treehouse door and, completely ignoring the ladder... jumped. It was a decent fall from the treehouse all the way to the ground, but he was unconcerned about it - his safety was less important than finding his love. It was a good thing were was a bouncing charm below; the boy hit it, bounced, and landed on his stomach on the frozen ground, relatively unscathed but now damp, dirty, and still bleeding from his face. He didn't waste a moment and, still panting, hopped to his feet and took off toward the forest this time. Maybe she'd be there.