Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 12, 2015 10:30:46 GMT -8
((Admin Note: The site's location has changed since this thread!!))Remi sighed as he walked into the classroom. He may have gotten overzealous at the thought of not needing to listen to his mother teach him anymore. Three classes hadn't seemed like a lot originally. But he joined the math class, then music theory was practically begging him to take it, and then he figured taking one physical English class couldn't hurt. He was apparently above reading level already, and according to the syllabus he'd gotten on the first day of classes, he had actually read most of the books for the class already per request of his mother. Then there was an orchestra class, where his violin could actually be properly appreciated (not that it wasn't appreciated in Yunjin's class, but they both agreed band was not necessarily the place for violin, hence why private lessons had been brought up in the first place). Then a science class also caught his attention. In retrospect, he may have gotten a little carried away. Now he was taking five classes, which was an average class load for a college student. It wasn't overwhelming quite yet, but he had a feeling he'd be facing midterm hell soon enough. Especially since he'd heard horror stories about taking college maths and sciences. He found a spot near the door as he walked into the classroom, claiming it by tossing his backpack onto the desk. It was his last class of the day. He stretched a bit, it wasn't quite time for class to start, so he could stand and regret choosing to make his all his classes on the same day. He was starting to get really tired, but he chalked it up to not having actually attended a full day of classes since he was probably in primary school. He couldn't fall asleep in this class though, his mom didn't really go over science as well as he'd liked, and from the first couple classes, he could tell it would take actual work to keep up in the class. How annoying. He thought to himself. Tag: Minglong Lin
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Chinese Teacher/Martial Arts Instructor/Music Teacher/Composer/Session Musician.
gay/grey-ace/polyromantic.
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Post by Minglong Lin on Nov 13, 2015 2:09:57 GMT -8
Minglong had arranged his schedule so that he only had classes three days a week so that he would be available to work more different schedules between his jobs. He was sort of regretting it from an academic standpoint though because it meant that he was stuck on campus all day while his boyfriends came and went over the course of the day and their jobs. This especially meant seeing less of Yoonsuk outside of home, since the youngest member of their quartet was the one who didn't work on campus at all. At least Yoonsuk had started taking Chinese this semester, which amusingly meant that he was technically dating one of the TAs for his course. Minglong had managed to not have Yoonsuk be in his discussion class though, since he felt that might be kind of awkward for the other students. He had still definitely seen a lot of Yoonsuk in his office hours as a TA though.
He and Yongji started their day together, both going to the music building, Minglong for orchestra, Yongji for upper level vocal lessons. They walked to campus from their apartment together, Minglong's arm around Yongji's shoulder, and Yongji's arm around his waist. No one really batted much of an eyebrow at the two of them, on campus or off, but they'd been in this neighborhood for a while now. It was a sort of sleepy walk to campus, and Minglong wondered, aloud in Chinese, why Orchestra was at such an early hour. It was auditions day to place people into the concert or chamber orchestras, and while Minglong wasn't worried about getting into chamber again this year, he did hope that he would manage to remain first chair of the oboes, not that there were generally very many of them. He played violin in one of the best string quartets for the school, along with last terms first chair cellist, viola player, and first violinist, but it wasn't worth it to him to audition for violin in the orchestra when it was much harder to find a secondary group for oboe.
When they reached the music building, Yongji pulled Minglong into a quick hug, and Minglong pecked him on the cheek and took a moment to fix his bangs, telling him in Chinese, "See you, love you."
Yongji replied, also in Chinese, "Meet me at the vocal rooms after you're done? We can walk over to math things together."
When Minglong walked into the orchestra room, oboe slung over one shoulder and violin over the other since he had practice for the string quartet later, he got a lot of baffled looks. The violins especially looked shifty and nervous, but they seemed to relax as he went and settled with the four other oboe players, three of whom had been there the previous term. They chatted among themselves for a bit, but Minglong didn't really have much to say, and then the director started with woodwinds for auditions because they were the only ones who were all already there.
Minglong was using one of Telemann's Fantasia's for Oboe for his audition piece that term, and he had been really enjoying the piece. He was rather relieved though when the director called him up first because it meant that he could get through with it and go off to practice a bit for his the song the string quartet would be playing later that week at a school event. He played well, and he enjoyed listening to the rest of the oboe auditions, but he was not surprised at all when the director nodded and looked them over, "Alright, that was a solid set of auditions. We've got a whole five of you this term for this instrument, and I'm glad that I can rely on solid performances from all of you to make up for that. As you will all remember, I generally announce the chairs at the end of that groups auditions, so since oboe went first, I'll go ahead, Minglong Lin will be remaining in first chair..." He continued on to name the rest of the oboists in order. He was relieved but not surprised to keep his spot as first chair, since he'd had it for over a year now. Once the director had dismissed the oboes, Minglong headed to the sound proofed practice rooms down the hall to practice until Yongji would be ready. On his way out, he gave the poor violinists a look of sympathy and waved to last terms first chair, pausing by him briefly to say, "I am going to do the practicing for the event on Saturday. Good luck for your audition."
His friend replied, "Nice work on yours man. Oh gosh am I glad that you don't do violin in orchestra, that would make this whole thing even more stressful. Go on though, since you're free, get some practice in while I'm stuck sitting around. Say hi to Ben for me."
Minglong nodded and headed on his way. The first chair first violin from last term was in most of Ben's classes, and they'd studied together some. After practicing for a while, he met up with Yongji with enough time to walk over to the math building partway across campus. They walked hand in hand, discussing their first classes in Chinese. Minglong's Linear Algebra II class was in the room right next door to the Calculus II class that Yongji was TAing that term, so they parted ways right before getting to the Calculus classroom. Minglong leaned over to press a quick kiss to Yongji's cheek and said, "Good luck with the class," before he headed into his own class.
There was just enough time between his math class and his music theory class for Minglong and Yongji to go meet BaiAn for lunch at the little courtyard near the library. There was a campus cafe just around the corner, and BaiAn would pick up food and meet them there during his lunch break between his morning shift at the library and his afternoon classes. After lunch, Yongji headed home, and BaiAn and Minglong walked back towards the music building, arms around each other's waists and they talked in a mix of Chinese and English, teasing each other and catching up on each of their days. BaiAn had a library sciences class in the music building about music archival and preservation of texts, so they parted ways with a quick kiss and a light punch to the shoulder as Minglong headed upstairs to music theory and BaiAn headed to the basement.
On his way up the stairs, he noticed a kid who he'd seen at auditions in the violin section and waiting in among the kids headed into Yongji's math class, not that far ahead of him, and he was vaguely amused. It looked like he wasn't the only person with a long schedule. Music theory was probably one of his favorite courses, especially since this was an introduction to composition, and that was something that Minglong was somewhat fascinated by.
After music theory, Minglong waited by the corner of the Music Building for Yoonsuk, since it was pretty much their only chance to see each other that day until after Yoonsuk got off his evening shift. The other young man came jogging up, bright smile on his face, and launched himself into an enthusiastic hug. Minglong was glad that his instruments had gone home with Yongji, since catching Yoonsuk threw him a bit off balance. He chuckled as he cuddled up to Yoonsuk as they walked to their respective English classes together. Their conversation was a little bit slower than with Yongji or BaiAn because Minglong still didn't have flawless English, but it worked well for them. As they were parting ways, Yoonsuk leaned up to plant a quick, smiling kiss to the corner of Minglong's jaw and said, "Have a good English class!"
Minglong was starting to get amused to see that the same kid from before was entering his English class right in front of him. He hadn't realized that there was someone he shared so much of a schedule with. After class, he realized that they were walking the same way, and he began to feel a little bit silly, since he'd been seeing the other so much that day. None of his boyfriends were still on campus, and when they walked down the hall and both walked into the same classroom, Minglong a few steps behind, he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Since the class was not ready to start yet, he walked over to where the younger man was sitting and smiled in a friendly way with a slight tilt of his head, "Hi, I'm Minglong, I noticed that we had a bunch of classes together, so I figured I should introduce myself. Are you new to Golden West, or have I just not seen you around before?"
((Music reference: The Fantasia that Minglong used for audition is this: youtu.be/zpxv5RIsFAE
This is what Telemann oboe pieces sound like with orchestra to give a bit of context: youtu.be/em3v5sznwnY -- the oboe is the instrument that come in about 15 seconds in))
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Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
Pansexual/Aromantic.
Single.
01/27/1998.
26.
Ox (Korea)
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 13, 2015 12:45:26 GMT -8
Remi startled a bit when someone he recognized from almost all his other classes began talking to him. Was he being stalked or something? He cracked his neck before glaring at the other man. He didn't want to be bothered, let alone by some random kid that wanted to - for whatever reason - make nice with him. It wasn't even that he was particularly upset before this moment, just tired and didn't want to talk much. "You don't need to introduce yourself." He growled lowly. This guy was getting on his nerves for no reason except the fact that he was existing, in almost all of his classes at that, though the other man's unused violin during orchestra didn't escape his notice. He was kind of also aching for a fight, so he let lose some knowingly-irrational anger, his hand flying out towards the other man with the intention of a punch.
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Chinese Teacher/Martial Arts Instructor/Music Teacher/Composer/Session Musician.
gay/grey-ace/polyromantic.
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Post by Minglong Lin on Nov 13, 2015 23:59:00 GMT -8
Minglong was very much startled by the irate reaction from the younger man, but he didn't even think to react to the thrown punch. He stepped neatly to the side, catching the other man's wrist in one hand with a firm but not crushing grip and tapping a finger strike against the nerve bundle in the elbow as he stepped through sweeping the man's legs out from under him as he lunged with the punch. As the other man went down, he twisted his arm and stepped across him, putting one knee lightly against the man's neck, while the other foot rested near his armpit on the other side of him and his arm was twisted up and back. Though he couldn't see the man's face because he had him face down, he blinked down at him, rather baffled. He said, accent thick and words coming out slightly distressed, "Last I knew, It was not a thing that was normal to try to punch people in America any more than in China. That was rude. Explain."
He added almost as an after thought, "I will let you up once you explain, unless I am seriously worried you will try to hurt someone else in the room. That wasn't very nice." His voice sounded rather mournful on the last part. He was very confused about someone trying to hit him when he was just being friendly.
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Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
Pansexual/Aromantic.
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01/27/1998.
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 14, 2015 8:40:23 GMT -8
Remi cried out as he was suddenly launched to the ground, surprised at the other man's reaction, let alone how he was suddenly facing the ground. He squirmed slightly, trying to escape from Minglong's grip, "Let me go!" He growled, trying to at least free his arm. "I don't have to bloody explain myself to you." He argued, still struggling to escape in some way.
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Chinese Teacher/Martial Arts Instructor/Music Teacher/Composer/Session Musician.
gay/grey-ace/polyromantic.
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Post by Minglong Lin on Nov 14, 2015 19:36:28 GMT -8
Minglong raised an eyebrow, rather baffled by the other man and twisted his arm just a little bit more, making it harder for him to shift around. He said softly, voice sounding nearly sweet, "I can sit here until you explain yourself, but you did throw a punch at me. I'd really rather we didn't have to explain why I'm sitting on you to the teacher when he or she arrives."
He glanced around, they had been the first two to get to the classroom, and so far, no one else had shown up, probably because their Music Theory class had gotten out early, and this class was tucked away into one of the weirder buildings on campus. He rolled his eyes, "Seriously, why did you try to punch me? It's not very nice."
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Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
Pansexual/Aromantic.
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01/27/1998.
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 15, 2015 11:41:16 GMT -8
"Why the hell should I be nice to some bloody F.O.B like you?" Remi cried out. "I don't want to make friends or anything so just get the hell off me and leave me alone, will you?" He winced at his arm being bent more, though it didn't actually hurt much more than before. He tried struggling, though, and that hurt. "Bloody hell man, let go of me!"
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Chinese Teacher/Martial Arts Instructor/Music Teacher/Composer/Session Musician.
gay/grey-ace/polyromantic.
Married to Baian.
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Post by Minglong Lin on Nov 16, 2015 20:10:49 GMT -8
Minglong just sat there, continuing to hold the young man who had tried to punch him in the pin, while he tried to figure what on earth half of that meant. He muttered under his breath in Chinese, "我不知道(Wǒ bù zhīdào-I don't understand)."
He stood and let the young man go though, quickly getting the desk in between them again as he turned to face him. He'd understood part of what the other had said, so he respond, carefully, but accent quite thick because he was stressed, "I don't know at least half the words you don't know, but you could have just said you didn't want to be friends, and I would have left you alone. I would prefer not to be put in this position again. Are you going to go around punching people who try to be polite?"
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Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
Pansexual/Aromantic.
Single.
01/27/1998.
26.
Ox (Korea)
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 17, 2015 7:11:41 GMT -8
Remi continued struggling as the other man said something in Chinese. He all but jumped up when he was freed, stretching his arm the opposite way from which it had been being pulled. The look on the other man's face confused him, mostly because it was making him feel bad and he once again could only blame the lithium, because he didn't have Mikkie or Levi to blame this time. "No..." He muttered, looking to the ground. "I'm sorry I'm just... really tired and not in the mood right now, okay?" He murmured, though the apology itself seemed forced.
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Chinese Teacher/Martial Arts Instructor/Music Teacher/Composer/Session Musician.
gay/grey-ace/polyromantic.
Married to Baian.
08/13/1996.
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Post by Minglong Lin on Nov 17, 2015 13:23:48 GMT -8
Minglong frowned at the strange boy in front of him and shook his head a little bit. He didn't like the excuses, but he also figured that something strange was going on for him, and he didn't want or have the time to press the issue even if he was a bit curious. The kid had tried to punch him after all. Other students were beginning to filter into the class, so MingLong went to the front of the room to get a seat near the center. He didn't want to miss anything that the teacher wrote or said since he knew that this was going to be a challenging class for him.
All through the class, when there were lulls, he would glance back at the strange boy in most of his classes though. He was definitely unsure what to make of him. Until that last weird little apology, he had been ready to chalk him up as simply unfriendly in the extreme, but there was definitely something odd going on.
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Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
Pansexual/Aromantic.
Single.
01/27/1998.
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 17, 2015 18:33:36 GMT -8
Remi gave one last glance to the other boy before he was left alone, and he sat down. He kept glancing over to Minglong during the class, but if anything, it was to keep him from falling asleep during class. He wasn't bad at science, but it really wasn't one of his interests. He furrowed his eyebrows, spinning his pen around in his good hand, while his other hand, no longer in a brace but still sensitive, was being used as a head rest. He noticed the other man kept looking at him, and he couldn't place why. He wasn't as bothered as when he'd first gotten into class. Maybe a real apology before the other left would be due. Or hell, just tell him all your mental problems. That's been going great for you lately. He thought to himself, rolling his eyes. It earned him a girlfriend and a friend, why not spill it to another person and gain another friend? Something told him this other kid was an exchange student though, based off his accent and the inability to understand him earlier.
As the class ended, Remi wracked his brain for what the guy had said his name was. I should start writing these things down. He mused, figuring just staring at the other guy would get his attention. Maybe I could attempt to trip him if I fail at catching his attention. He thought, but shook his head lightly, no need to find out how he could end up pinned from a chair.
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Chinese Teacher/Martial Arts Instructor/Music Teacher/Composer/Session Musician.
gay/grey-ace/polyromantic.
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Post by Minglong Lin on Nov 18, 2015 0:30:16 GMT -8
Minglong noticed that the strange young man had been staring at him around the third time he glanced back at him and caught him looking. This was all very strange, but Minglong wasn't quite sure what to make of it. As he was leaving the class, planning to stroll back to the apartment so that he would be home in time to make dinner for all four of them, he paused and hesitated before passing the row where the strange young man was sitting. He pulled a face, not quite sure what to do. He didn't want to approach again, when the strange young man had so clearly stated that he didn't want to be friends, but he also wanted to know why the staring had been happening.
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Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
Pansexual/Aromantic.
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01/27/1998.
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 18, 2015 13:39:06 GMT -8
"Hey uh... Ming... whatever." Remi coughed out weakly. He tried but still couldn't remember the other man's name. He stood up, sighing as he offered a hand. "I'm sorry about earlier. Um.. my head hurt, but I acted out of turn." He said, explaining it with a lie, but also in the simplest terms he could.
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Chinese Teacher/Martial Arts Instructor/Music Teacher/Composer/Session Musician.
gay/grey-ace/polyromantic.
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Post by Minglong Lin on Nov 19, 2015 2:35:34 GMT -8
Minglong looked at the other man's hand, slightly dubious, since he had attempted to punch him earlier, but he reached out and shook it, with a firm grip, "It is Minglong, and you?"
He processed for a moment, trying to understand what the strange young man meant, shook his head to clear it, and said, "I will accept your apology this time, but I am a bit concerned about the attempted punching. Not for me, I can clearly handle it, but for other people."
He didn't ask if he could trust the strange man, sensing that there was not necessarily going to be a truthful answer coming from him, but he could tell that there was a lot of hurt hiding under the vagueness. He added quietly, "I am willing to try the introducing ourselves properly again if you would like."
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Violinist for Seoul Philharmonic Symphony.
Pansexual/Aromantic.
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01/27/1998.
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Post by Remi Young on Nov 19, 2015 7:13:46 GMT -8
"Remiel." He cleared his throat. "I go by Remi most of the time, though." He added. He looked to the ground, running a hand through his hair as he tried to think of a way to explain himself without actually using any of the scientific words. "I um. Have some problems with anger?" He tried, tilting his head to the side. "It's a mental problem." He explained simply. Finally he nodded. "Yeah um. Just give me another chance, I guess." He requested.
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