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@0hw3llw0rld
jung eunwoo, workaholic aka the unfavorite
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kim miyeon, dating hazard aka the matchmaker
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kang minhyun, wanna be cat dad aka the party animal
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we don't give a fuck
i'll be dropping all three muses due to a lot of reasons; i've messaged the main a bit ago letting them know this qwq
if anyone would like to keep in touch, feel free to add me on dc nanathingz
his voice is so familiar, like second nature to her after these years, but never before had she been so fucking happy to hear him. she could cry even at the way he calls out her name. her lips press into a pout and she wiggles in place as if to rush him. "yeah it's me, i know it's dark but you're blind." she mutters, playful, flustered, whining almost.
his palms up, his tone shocked and she has the gall to look a bit shameless for a second. her little sigh as the distance between them is slowly eaten up. "not recently," she squeaks a bit. she and minhyun are always getting into something aren't they? he's seen her in more compromising positions than most have, even.
her eyes are on his body in the dim light for just a split second before she schools herself back into behaving. "i know i know, i'm sorry." she mutters, "i couldn't just say no. i...i lost a bet." the words are a bit muffled (and quite loud) as she slides his shirt over her head, still warm from his body, still smelling like he does. like she's so used to. "stupid trivia night." she laments.
with his shirt covering the rest of her nude n wet form, she can finally focus a bit. pressing her lips together as some of the embarrassment creeps back up, buried only for a moment. "why do i always make bets and play games when i always lose." she exhales, stepping closer and giving him a hug at last, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her ear to his heart. "i had no clue what i was going to do... without you i'd have been sneaking back fully naked." she shivers a bit, even the imagination of it is enough to make even the bravest person a bit shy, she'd think. so many eyes that could have spotted her. at least it was him.
he can't help but frown at her words, not that she can't properly see him, but he is also left, semi speechless at how to actually reply. this⦠shouldn't he have seen her? heard her group of skinny dippers or had they actually managed to go past one another without much effort? minhyun has to physically shake his head to put his thoughts at a stop.
"not recently?" he has to quote her one that, because funny enough- minhyun had also not recently been in the water. despite the dampness of his hair, he was in a way better shape than garam- on a multitude of levels starting from the fact that he actually had his clothes.
"you don't sounds sorry.. let alone seem it." it comes as playful, grin pulling on his lips as he listens to her speak. can't help but sigh, shoulders rising high before falling low, lower than they originally stood. how could they both be in such similar situations yet completely different? "so you agreed to this with some strangers? trivia had nothing to do with your bet did it?" he asks, has to straighten his thoughts when he see's her in his shirt. it's not the first time, he doubts it will be the last time but never the less, minhyun has to think straight at least for a while longer.
before he knows it, she's speaking again but garam goes to hug him and he moves on instinct, arms wrapping around her and pulling her close to him. it's a habit, how quickly he moves and his chin rests comfortaby on top of garam's head. he can't help but sigh, eyes closing as he squeezes her closer "play stupid games, win stupid prices." he tells her, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head "you feel cold you know.. we should head back." he suggests, loosening his arms enough to be able to reach and run his hands up and down garam's arms to try and warm her up a bit.
coffee crisis with you? university cafe
"i can hear you judging before i even have to look at you.β minhyun says as he stirs his iced americano, with the few extra shots of espresso. he doesnβt really dare look up at the other right now, hunching slightly over his reusable cup and continuing to move the straw around it. it had been a rough few weeks now, university was kicking his ass, assignments were never ending and he found himself locked up in his flat more often than he would like to admit. he needed the extra shots in his drink right now. he would much rather be in bed, catching up on some sleep, hunched over his stupid laptop with dori at his side, but he couldnβt say no to the other.
he takes a slow and long sips, eventually looking up at the other and a sheepish smile pulling on his lipsΒ βi think caffeine has lost its hold on me, i need to go on a detox.β he says, before leaning back in his seat. they were in the campus cafe, quite early in the morning actually, still busy and very uncharacteristic for minhyun. he himself is surprised he managed to squeeze in his usual workout before this as well, he doesnβt really want to think about the rest of his day would do, he just knew he was busy.Β βyou think another shot would do the job or i should actually detox from coffee and energy drinks?β he asks, because really... another shot sounded a lot better than detoxing.Β βiβm being serious here, i need answers i donβt have.β
seeing eunwoo tip over only has jiahn giggling harder, hands clutching at her stomach as she does so and also follows in the other girl's footsteps, flopping over as well. it's a good laugh, and one that she felt like she had needed.
despite her stomach hurting for it, her shoulders and chest feel lighter, like a small weight had been lifted. maybe the old wives' tales were correct, and laughter truly was the best medicine after all.
"everything hurts," jiahn complains weakly, coughing to clear her throat. she wished she had water right now, but she would never consider herself very prepared for things. she lets out another laugh, softer this time. "my throat, my cheeks, my stomach," she lists off the spots, sighing afterwards, though with a smile on her lips.
"i'm honoured," she says, taking the drawing and handing her own over to eunwoo as well. she holds it straight up above her with both hands, eyeing the stick figures in amusement. "an original piece from eunwoo-eonni. i'll treasure it forever!"
"aw, come one, a little laugher got you achy?" eunwoo teases, despite the fact that she has to wipe the corner of her eyes with one hand. a good laugh, it make her sigh in content after a big breath in, smile tugging on her lips to such an extend her cheeks hurt. its welcomed tho, a breath of fresh air.
"all over? you need to laugh more then, get used to it." eunwoo says, reaching over to squeeze jiahn's shoulder. she feels the same tho, that faint ache all over, but it leaves her buzzing quietly under her skin. maybe she should also laugh more, when was the last time she laughed like this with someone so openly?
the exchange makes her smile even more if possible and she lifts jiahn's drawing up, as if to examine it better. "this is going on my wardrobe by the way." where she has a few more things like these lingering. however, the younger's reaction is enough to get another laugh out of eunwoo, more of a bark than anything, but a laugh never the less "one of a kind, if you are interested, i might do a sequel of it someday."
the brunette receives the dish soap and the worn shirt, knowing she would rather not stain the clothes she currently adorned. "thank you," she accepts the items gratefully and grins, excited to see the outcome and what eunwoo was capable of doing. "i believe in you, eunwoo. and i promise i'll shout if i need help!"
her eyes widen in delight at the sound of snacks. "god, yes. anything you'd like to grab, go for it. i'm really not too picky." she admits, figures that eunwoo has good taste in food and treats. most of the time, her friends typically had. "i leave you to the snacks!"
and with that, akari makes her way back to the bathroom to change her shirt into the one that had been offered. after she flicks the shower on, she drapes her hair in the water and grabs a handful of the dish soap, wringing it through her long dark strands over and over. rinsing them clean after a few long moments, she goes for round two and repeats the same method. oh god, i really hope this works. she knows the color might startle her folks before they even arrive to tokyo, yet, akari doesn't care.
eunwoo does her best to not salute akari in her new endeavours with the dish soap and the washing. it felt silly to want to do that, but the tips of her ears almost burn from embarrassment "you trust me too much." she says, giving her friend a light push towards the bathroom. she nods her head, no one being picky for snacks that was always a rough one "okay, the snacks will be ready when you get out." she grins, already turning around to pull one of her desk drawers out - she is tempted to take the whole thing out and dump it on her bed if anything, but she behaves and just takes whatever unopened bags of sweets she had.
eunwoo decided to keep herself busy, at least for a bit. so she puts on some obnoxiously loud techno music on her laptop, speakers blasting at a reasonable volume and gets back down on her knees to rummage though her styling basket. she debates between bleaches, toners, the usual stuff, she hasn't bleached anyone's hair in a while, but she is sure it will be all fine, just light enough for the pink dye to catch on and they will be golden.
soojin rolls her eyes at his dramatic ass and puts the bag of medicine down on the floor so that she can fully push the food safely onto the bedside table.
she watches as her brother pushes himself out of bed and while she would usually help him, she doesn't want to cause his headache to double and instead walk to close his bedroom door so that only a fraction of light from their living room could filter in. soojin manages to adjust her eyes to the darkness of the room quickly and sits by minhyun's side by the time he was already up.
dori circles around so that she's situated on minhyun's lap, purring softly as she nestles her head on the covers.
soojin feels her brother's forehead again, her other hand on her own forehead and sighs. "when did you start feeling feverish?" she doesn't bother asking, at least not yet, how the hell he got so sick so quickly after the mt. "just keep your eyes closed, and have some food," she says, taking the bowl and stirring the contents of the soup before bringing the spoon close to minhyun's lips. "say ah."
soojin easily falls into routine whenever minhyun gets sick. even from when they were much younger, it was always soojin taking care of him since there was no one else in the house. she learned the hard way of not reheating food too hot so that the person eating them don't scald their tongue. she learned which medicine is better and works faster. she learned minhyun's habits for when he's sick and made sure to always cover what he can't do at the moment.
her mind was drifting to what she'll feed him for lunch and dinner but she quickly shifts her focus back to her brother. she briefly looks down at the cat on his lap and mumbles, "hey, it's not my fault if hot soup falls on you, okay?"
it wasn't until they were a couple of spoonful's in that soojin puts the bowl down and rummages through the medicine bag. she holds out the medicine in her palm and the cup of water in the other. "did you want the immune booster too, or should we save it for later?"
dramatic or not, he was in pain and sick and all he wanted to do was literally cease to exist. asap.
minhyun hears her shuffle around the room, its quiet but the door creaks ever so softly and he knows she had just nearly closed it. it makes him sigh, shoulders slumping as he finally cracks an eye open. his hand reaches down to pet dori, a bit rough for the initial stroke, but she doesn't budge and if anything keeps purring loudly, almost as if to annoy soojin.
he doesn't even flinch when his sister's hand lands on his forehead, shrugs if anything "early in the night. i-" he sighs "i went to be early early because i felt tired, work up round.. i don't know⦠two in the morning i took medicine." not that it helped, since he was here. he can't help but crack an eye open, just to judge soojin ever so slightly but he is quick to close it and nod in acceptance of his fate. minhyun does as he is told, opening his mouth with a quiet ah and they quickly fall into routine.
"can you guys like, not beef for one dayβ¦" he asks, knowing its impossible, but he feels dori shuffle in his lap and he sighs. he is asking for a lot, he knows, but just one day. the food does make him feel a smidge bit better, he can at least open his eyes even though they burn and he wants to smother himself in his pillows. "they can wait, i need more painkillers." he says as he takes the medicine and water from soojin, quickly downing it like it was nothing. "my heads feels like its the wrong shape.." minhyun sighs, reaching to rubs his eyes as if that would do anything. "you're not heading to uni today i assume." it's not even a question, he knows soojin will stick around until he functions at least to some extend like a normal person.
starter for @0hw3llw0rld past β hyunwoo & eunwoo
nights in the library where it would only be the two of them β one day turning into two, into three, into weeks and soon enough a friendship. hyunwoo had approached eunwoo because he thought she was pretty, and because the late nights alone got boring (and did he mention because he thought she was pretty?). soon enough, their conversations had eased past the βoh what are you working on today?β phase to something with more substance.
it should come as no surprise; how easily the both of them get along. initiallly, hyunwoo had thought of eunwoo as someone a little too high-strung, yet after getting to know her he noticed a charm of hers that peeked through. their conversations were fun, something he knew he could look forward to if he saw her in the library, or if they met outside this little bubble of theirs.
and as easily enamoured as hyunwoo is by the sight of a pretty girl, her intelligence and the conversations they shared charmed him, to the point of interest β infatuation, even.
itβs late in the day, the both of them having overstayed their welcome in the library, when hyunwoo walks her home. the streets are dark, and itβs a no-brainer for him; it also isnβt something he hasnβt done before. but as they talk, a leaf falls onto eunwooβs head.
hyunwoo laughs, before stopping in his tracks. βnoona,β he says, laughter filling the air. βthereβs something here,β he reaches out for her head, gently taking the stray leaf off. βhaha, that was like crazy cute of you.β
things have slowly shifted for them and eunwoo quite likes it. of course it wasn't her that broke their silent study sessions, but could you even call it that if they were working on their own thing a table or two away from one another? maybe, she thinks they were in a study session together more often than not. it was indeed hyunwoo that broke whatever silent agreement they had into something better, she can't even lie about that one.
it was a slow shift, mainly because eunwoo was so stubborn at being friends with people, always at an arms length, but it was a very welcome shift. hyunwoo was great company, they got along really well, a very pleasant surprise at the end of the day. slowly but surely, she started looking forward to whenever they would get together, whether it was to study or do something else - eunwoo had something.
so days like these were normal, almost the expected after spending time in the library. it's nice, warm even. hyunwoo is always great for a conversation, even if their experienced at university have been different for many reasons, it's almost always been fun to chat to. she only stops when he says her name, can't help but turn around, brows furrowed in confusion as she listens to hyunwoo laugh.
"what?" eunwoo asks, making her way back to him, confused but curious. before she has the time to understand, he is already plucking something out of her hair and it makes her laugh "oh come on, it was just a leaf. how does that make it crazy cute?" she rolls her eyes, teasing as she looks up at hyunwoo, expectant "i want the details, all of them." she teases.
midnight sun with @onlygaram 2022, yeonhwa grass football pitches
it's a bit different, this date. it's not the usual, not for miyeon at least. people went to coffee shops or arcades on a first date. she's been on many of those, she's lost count. some better than others for sure, but this was a different one.
she didn't think anyone would ever take interest in a sporty date, one out on the pitch with a football. not with garam at least, not that she minds. she likes this, a lot. its different and its fun, and miyeon gets to play a sport she very much is good at an enjoys a lot. she mentions it, regularly, that she like sports, likes basketball and volleyball as well, she is part of the teams, soccer included, but none of the guys she has gone on dates so far at uni have shown any interest. she puts it down to many reasons, mainly they don't want to get their ego hurt.. but she doesn't ever say that out loud.
so yeah, this was different. she'd already slipped once, not bad, but she had grass stuck on her hand from the fall and that has now gotten in her hair, but she is having fun. garam is a great sport, a bit awkward, but miyeon finds it quite charming, very cute. makes her smile just enough where her cheeks start to hurt.
"you're not part of the team are you?" miyeon asks, can't remember actually. it's only been a few months since she starter university and she still struggles to remember everyone's names and clubs and departments- she feels a bit silly to ask, but maybe while garam is ever so slightly distracted by the question she can get past her this time "i think you should join if you haven't already, you're gonna be really good defender."
the way minhyun keeps inching closer, one tiny step at a time, almost makes yerim feel claustrophobic. heβs not even standing that close β the desk heβs now leaning against is a few desks down from the one sheβs seated at. from what she knows about him (which is, perhaps surprisingly, not that much), she wonders if this is him being considerate. giving her freedom to escape whenever.
she could make a run for it. escape, and minhyun would probably be hard pressed to bother her ever again. but if thereβs one thing yerim knows how to do, itβs endure. thereβs a perhaps too big part of her that feels as if letting go of situations in place of enduring them is a loss. a loss for who might be debatable.Β
and so she stays, definitely against her better judgement she decides, as his next words causes a light pink to dust across her cheeks. does it matter? she wants to say, because really β does it? whether she had fun or not during their one night together is irrelevant, in the grand scheme of things. itβs not like theyβll ever be doing anything like that again.Β
the only answer she gives him is in form of a stare, eyes slightly narrowed at him. really, if he has to ask, maybe he remembers less from their night together than she does, and she canβt think of a scenario where that doesnβt work out in her favor. she might not be able to take it back, exactly, but the less he remembers, the better.Β
(and none of that has to do with her enjoyment of the night. because, well, sheβd enjoyed it β that wasnβt the issue. or perhaps, having enjoyed it too much was the root of the problem. yerim doesnβt want to dwell on it, if she can avoid it.)
admittedly, minhyun does sort of hit the nail on the head with his next words. βno, youβ¦β she starts. βyou didnβt do anything wrong.βΒ
there is no easy way to say this. how is she meant to explain to someone who barely knows her, the real version of her, but knows of her β the curated experience, the image she portrays to appease her parents, that what people think is everything. even if she wishes it didnβt have to be.Β
βokay, did you have to bring joon into this?β her tone is somewhat biting, and she looks away now, gaze fixated on the cover of her planner still lying in front of her. sheβs aware of minhyunβs friendship with joon, but still β she fails to see how this is any of his business.
(and, perhaps she is a bit too aware of the fact that this is the second time since their breakup that she ended up in bed with one of joonβs friends. at this point, she canβt help but wonder if celibacy would be easier.)
βyou donβt know me well enough for me to explain thisβ¦β she trails off, eyes finding his again. thereβs still time for her to run away, before exposing more cracks in her surface. but, then thereβs the part of her that thinks she at least owes him this much. following a deep inhale of breath, she opens her mouth to speak again, voice quieter this time.Β
βwhat other people think of me is everything. and i wish it wasnβt.β her throat feels dry, and she pauses to swallow, looking away once again. thereβs a sense of restlessness within her, causing her to start packing her stuff back into her bag, if only to have something to do with her hands.Β
βitβs not your fault,β she finally adds, βbut iβd appreciate it if this could be kept between us. andβ¦ whoever else might currently know.β she canβt help the slight grimace forming on her face as she imagines the worst β if her mother is to find out about this.
it's bits and pieces, the way yerim feeds him any information. minhyun feels like he is practically torturing her at this point, but if he was gonna suffer to some extend, he was gonna do whatever it took to get to the bottom of this.
whatever this was.
he remembers a really healthy amount of the night, he wasn't that drunk despite his demeanour. but that's also neither here nor there. did it matter? he remembered probably way more than yerim would like to know and he keeps his mouth shut. he's gotten enough looks from her to tell him he shouldn't talk about it. not to her, not to anyone. god, that was such a sad life to live, but then again.. his own parents didn't seem to care about anything he did, so maybe he just.. couldn't relate. whatever image he had, was curated by himself and his parents were just lingering whenever things became too bad.
he knew, yerim was very different from him.
in reality, he knows, she owes him nothing. they aren't friends, they aren't close at all- well physically, maybe, but even then it was a one night stand. maybe minhyun is indeed that different, that slightly messed up where he didn't see a reason to not become friends, even if its surface level, but as far as things have gone, it was like he didn't exist to her. it left a rather unpleasant feeling at the bottom of his stomach that he wanted to get rid off.
maybe it was selfish, he thinks, but did it really matter?
however, yerim tells him he didn't do anything wrong and he can't help but tip his head to the side, brow raised in such scepticism he would hate to see it himself. "sure." he sounds like he doesn't believe her, he really doesn't. he wants to, but in his head it doesn't make sense. "let's say i believe you, for whatever reason." he shrugs, but her next words make him realise he has struck a nerve now. he parts his lips, to say something, something stupid like always with her it seems, but he stops himself. actually puts some thought into his next words and he takes is sweet time with it.
"i haven't brought him into anything. i just mentioned a mutual friend." in reality, he can't really remember if he told joon about it. maybe he did, it didn't seem to matter really. but before he can continue, minhyun finally hears what he knows.
i don't owe you anything.
yes, said in a way nicer tone and more sophisticated, but minhyun doesn't need to be a scientist to get the memo. his shoulders slump, ever so slightly. he lets her speak, even if she sounds quiet and small, he doesn't interrupt. it's sad, no matter how minhyun looked at it, whatever yerim had build up for herself, this image- it was sad. he hated sad stuff like that.
it felt like speaking to a wall at times, but he watches her quietly as she packs her stuff. that might just be his cue to fuck off. he pushes off the desk, rolls his shoulders and shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. he can't help but scrunch his nose when she says its not his fault again.
"sure, whatever keeps you image intact, i guess." the words might sound bitter, but his tone of voice is rather sad if anything. the grimace on yerim's face is more than enough to tell him he isn't welcomed anymore for sure.
"hmm... should i just bring a toothbrush to leave here too?" kiwoo jokes, eyes lit up in amusement. alright... maybe he does spend quite a lot of time at minhyun's place. but in his defense, he always welcomes him in! if he got kicked to the curb, he'd stay away, but it hasn't happened... yet. no, minhyun's too nice to do that; kiwoo thinks the world of him. after spending so much of his youth being picked on, meeting had felt likehim a breath of fresh air. that's why he clings... just a little!
kiwoo's beaming at the admission that minhyun had gone out and bought his favorite cider because he knew he'd be coming over, letting out a happy little hum when the open drink is handed over to him. "thank you." he takes the can gingerly, other hand still patting at dori's head. she's purring now, perfectly content to be sitting in his lap. he'd been joking about stealing her, but now he's having second thoughts. she could have a sleepover at his dorm!
he snorts, lifting up his drink to clink it against minhyun's with a chipper 'cheers!' "you are so dramatic." rich coming from him, "you know, i can't help that dori is obsessed with me... what can i say? the ladies love me." he leans back in his seat, nodding his head all smugly. it doesn't take long before he's laughing at that too. anyone who knows kiwoo knows that that's the exact opposite of the truth. he wouldn't know what rizz was if it smacked him directly in the face. "have you ever thought of getting her a sibling?" he questions, leaning forward to start grabbing some food for himself as he speaks, "cats like to have friends, i'm pretty sure." kiwoo nudges one of the food containers over to minhyun once he's done grabbing his share, "maybe you can get her a really rambunctious younger brother so she sees you as her peace every time you come home." he shoots him a look, teasing glint in his eye, "bet she wouldn't get bored of you then!"
"do you want to? you miss me that much you want to brush your teeth with me before uni? god kiwoo, didn't think you had a crush on me." he is joking, but at the same time, if kiwoo wanted to have a toothbrush that much at his place, he didn't see what the issue would have been. yeah, his sister might question why there is a 3rd toothbrush in the cup, but did minhyun really care? plus, they have been friends for as long as he can remember, he doubts anything kiwoo related would be weird at this point in their friendship.
he makes a noise at the back of his throat, something like 'don't mention it.' it was the least he could do, have something his friend liked in his household. "dramatic is the last word i would use to describe myself." minhyun denies quickly "you probably have catnip in your socks or something, that's why she likes you." probably not true, dori seemed to like everyone but his family and that didn't come as a surprise at this point in time. he picks up his pair of chopsticks, taking a piece of the friend chicken he had ordered for them and taking a bite "a sibling? do you know how hard it would be to introduce her to a new animal?" he has thought about it, a few times, especially when he used to come home drunk after parties and god know what else but as of late, he was spending more time with her than he ever had
"i'm home a lot more than i used to be, so i'm sure she is content with a quiet life." he squints kiwoo's suggestion about having someone terrorise dori so she would appreciate him more "i want my little princess to have the best, most relaxing life possible, if i want her to have a rambunctious younger brother, i would ask you to come over."
agatha could only mirror her sigh. her hair's already reaching her waist (now braided nicely as to not get tangled if it gets wet) but she has never thought of cutting it so short. not when her mother's words instilled in her that her beautiful hair should remain as long as the silk flowers. the metaphor isn't lost on her. but in her mother's tongue it sounded pretty then.
"i'll keep it in consideration then," she says, glancing down at eunwoo. "it would honestly save so much time. and of course i'd be here, i did make a promise."
and speaking of promises, the reason why she didn't have much time to look at the stars yesterday was because she was looking down at the water instead. not that she could see anything anyways. the vibe of the lake is vastly different now from the way it was last night.
"sound like you had fun though, it's definitely harder to see the stars in the city," agatha looks up then, to the vast blue sky with a cloud here and there that would sometimes block the sun from scorching her back or her arms. it helps with the water that she's wearing her rash guard, but it's most definitely hot whenever the sun is on them.
it wasn't until eunwoo mentions the pile up in front of them that agatha looks back down, and right at that moment a paddle board rears them from behind, causing agatha to stumble forward, breaking the fragile equilibrium that she and eunwoo have been maintaining the past hour and a half.
"woah- watch out!" she manages to say as she wills her body to fall to the right as to not topple over eunwoo and the board slopes up behind them.
agatha goes down for the second time in this lake but she quickly resurfaces with the life vest she has on. she had the mind to close her eyes and her mouth though right as her face meets the water.
"what the hell?!" she says as she bursts out, her braids a sopping mess on her head, loose hair covering her eyes. then she remembers eunwoo, and brings a hand to swipe her hair up, looking around for the older girl. "unnie, are you okay?"
"yeah," eunwoo takes a deep breath "i don't regret cutting it." even if it was in a fit of some vile emotion she doesn't want to think about much "we should have come earlier, but i think everything was taken up. it was like people were fighting for these boards." she can't help but laugh at the idea of people actually fighting- boards and all. wouldn't put it past some people.
she nods her head a few times "if you have the time tonight, give the sky a little look, it's very pretty." she looks up again, the sky vastly different. she lived not so city central the majority of her life, but even then she still didn't get to see any stars where she lived. whenever she visited her grandparents was when she got the most out of the sky. but hey, they lived in a small city by the beach, so it made sense.
eunwoo wasn't paying attention, focusing on a cloud in the sky that looked very much like an animal, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. a bit lost in thought as well, but everything peaceful comes to an end. very quickly at that.
the paddle board gets shoved forward, she feels agatha move a bit too quickly behind her, but before she can actually have any valid reaction, the board tips over to the right and eunwoo is in the water. it's a cold plunge that was almost dizzying, but before she could question much, her head pops over the water and she reaches to wipe her hair out of her face.
"fuck-" she coughs out, her heartbeat ringing too loud in her ears all of a sudden "i'm good." she's quick to reply back, can't help but laugh even at how quickly it all happened. "are you good?" she asks, kicking her legs a few times to get closer to agatha, hand reaching out to grab her friends own, while he free one grabbed onto the paddle board so it wouldn't drift too far away.
"i expected the water to be colder-" she tries to make the situation better, can't help but laugh even more at the situation.
β MT TRIP MEMORIES β @0hw3llw0rld β DAEHO CAMPGROUNDS β ONJU
ββΊο½‘ΛβΛβ§ββ½ β β―β βΎββ§ΛβΛｑβΊβ ππππππππ πππ πππππππ ππ π ππ a game of trivia which should be starting anytime now and Phoenix was itching to be part of it too. The only problem right now though? Heβs absolutely clueless about the assignment of the different teams. Sitting among the crowd, he very quickly realizes that he was definitely caught up in the wrong department.Β
βDo you think anyone would notice that Iβm playing for your team?β Phoenix pops the question with much nonchalance, and clears his throat after in a rather sheepish manner. βSo which department is this exactly?β This time he locks eyes with the fellow student next to him in half-seriousness and leans in to whisper, βIβm Phoenix, by the way and Iβm brilliant at trivia if you must know.β Okay so that might or might not have been a fib. He just wanted in. βΊβ
"i don't think there is anyone else here from my department so i don't think it matters." miyeon is quick to answer, jolly that someone even bothered to sit down with her. she wasn't exactly surprised about the fact that no one else from her classes, let alone department had signed up for this. if anything, she should be back in her dorm already mapping out her projects. "well, i'm from the architecture & urban design, but i know that group over there is Humanities," she points with her pen to a group of students huddled together "and then that one is communications, i think." she points to another group of students.
the lean in and the whisper catch miyeon a bit off guard, but she can't help but smile "i'm miyeon, and by the way, i am horrible at this so don't get your hopes high." she can't help but laugh, feeling a tiny bit silly about it. but it was all fun and games, she didn't think they stood a chance against the groups of 4+ people.
jinyoung likes to think that he's a pretty straightforward guy. not much scheming, not many ulterior motives, and doesn't even that much to hide. well perhaps the latter isn't fully accurate, but anything worth hiding β family scandals, personal tragedies, injuries, failures, choke jobs β it's all sort of been aired out already in one form or another. easily accessible via search engine, well-discussed in online football fan circles, and documented in game logs and film... if anyone were so interested.
all this is to say, he finds it pretty funny when she asks whether it's a 'secret' that he knows how a musical instrument works or takes interest in how to play it better. he fully appreciates that she's mostly joking (he thinks), and frankly? he gets it. knows how he comes off.
"eh, not really a secret. just no chance or reason to show it off," he teases back, a little bit of a grin on his face. he could press her on why she'd assume what she assumes, what 'type' she thinks he is, if not musical; but again, feels like he has a good grasp on the answers without having to hear. "but my team is always trying to boot me off the aux. not sure if that means i have crappy taste in music or the opposite."
he pauses now, trying to replay her demonstration in his mind, nodding slowly as he belatedly processes the advice and forces it through the slow processing system that his brain is right now. she's not wrong that he's out of his usual zone of expertise; but he's always had a fair respect for musicians, some sort of kindred spirit. maybe he's being presumptuous, but he thinks they share somewhat of a common experience with athletes; or at least the breed of one that he is... performative, natural, but also hyper-focused on the technicals, perhaps to a neurotic level.
"uh... music major, right?" he asks, referencing back to their basic small talk from the bus trip over. "do you play a lot of different instruments then?" he takes a sip of his drink, wets his throat. "i feel like practicing must be a bitch... or at least was, while you were growing up."
she listens, carefully even if she has already had a few beers, but jinyoung's company means no one will be bothering her for a while with requests. so lucky or unlucky for him, he had the full on eunwoo's attention even if she was strumming the guitar quietly to keep at least the vibes going.
"there is always a reason to pull out the guitar if you ask me, you just didn't take the opportunity." she grins, a bit lopsided, but the comment abut being thrown off the aux peaks her interest "really? what music do you play? i might be able to help you decide on the reason." it's easy to fall into conversations, she's a few beers in and the atmosphere is good. she can't help but notice the pause in conversation, but before she can question jinyoung if all is good, the conversation starts again.
eunwoo nods her head, shoulders straightening up again as if some pride cracked through her relaxed demeanour "yeah, composition. you do sports don't you? football, right?" she isn't one hundred precent sure, their chat on the bus was brief and if anything, a bit awkward, but this was welcomed. god, did she love talking about her passions, she almost beams at jinyoung when he asks he the question "i mainly do violin, but i play a few more string ones - viola, double bass, bass guitar, guitar. piano and drums as well. i can't do wind instruments, too complicated." she has to use her fingers to count, but even then she is sure she is missing something. probably not important as she brings her hand down to pluck at the strings, the brief silence being filled with a random melody again.
"it's always a bitch." she's quick to say back, and she means it "it's easier, some things. the instruments aren't heavy anymore but other things are a bitch, level of complexity as a start." she has to pause the song again, reaching for her own drink to take a sip, then another. "is it still a bitch for you, football? or has it gotten easier over time, like gotten used to it?" she thinks its similar, sports and music, especially if people wanted to be even moderately successful at it. even then, eunwoo thinks that the two are extremely ungrateful practices, issues are always round the corner.
always carrying a couple of snacks with her was one of stellaβs habits, just in case her sugar levels dropped. and minhyun seemed to enjoy the sweet surprise she shared with him.
apart from snacks, her backpack carried all the essentials: her phone (which is always with her, of course), a water bottle, her light-blue airpods to help her zone out whenever she needed to, a portable charger, a disposable camera, and a pair of sunglasses.
there were also her keys, decorated with a tiny, pink plush keychain, a lip balm, tissues, a small first aid kit, a hairbrush, and a compact mirror because she always wanted to look put together. and tucked inside were also a small pack of mints, a compact umbrella in case the weather changed suddenly, a couple of hair ties, a sticky note pad, and a book.
"i've a lot of stuff," she replies playfully, pointing with her index finger at what's inside, "even a first aid kit."
stella always thought of everything and everyone, especially in situations like a camping trip. she always wanted to be ready just in case because she didn't want to experience anything going wrong that could potentially catch her off guard.
"and that's not all," she continues as she digs into her backpack and pulls out a disposable camera, explaining to minhyun that she decided to take one with her to capture small, silly moments to remember. "see? this one's for fun," she says, with a playful grin.
but when she's about to close her backpack, the book that she'd left inside, along with her other belongings, accidentally slips out. the cover boldly declares, "how to read minds without looking like a creep."
stella raises her eyebrows, a little embarrassed, her lips pressed together as she hopes minhyun didn't see. no one was supposed to know she was reading that book.
oh well.
simply put, minhyun was impressed anyone bothered dragging a backpack with them if they weren't going hiking. he thinks that is the only time his bag hit his shoulders and even then, it was empty expect for a new shirt and a bottle of water. he can't help but whistle at stella's reply.
"i don't think i even have my wallet on me." he said, taking another bite from the chocolate she had been so kind to give him "if i ever am in a clutch, on campus or anywhere else, i will give you a ring." he says with a grin. the portable camera comes into view and minhyun has to frown a bit because it takes him a second longer to get what it is "hand it over if its for fun." he tells her, hand extended over for her to place it into his hand. he didn't plan on snooping through the pictures, but even if he did, he doubted stella would have any issues with it. he would, of course, ask if his mind had changed.
he doesn't expect anything to fall out, the thud that the book comes out with makes him pause for a short second, but he is curious by nature and his eyes follow it on the ground. the bold letters of 'how to read minds without looking like a creep' comes in sight and he has to pause. minhyun does look up at his friend, brow raised. however, what is minhyun if not curious and a bit of an ass?
so he leans over, just enough to be able to reach and snag the book out of stella's reach just in time "is this what the girls read nowadays?" he asks, a quick glance at her as he turns the book around to read the synopsis at the back of it. "you girls could just ask, most guys will just lay it out as it is."
