queen

queen (n.) the most powerful chess piece that each player has, who is able to move towards any number of unobstructed squares in any direction along a rank, file, or diagonal from where it stands. lee hyeri | 21 | political science the entire earth's future queen.

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acawonwoo:

they’re running.

well, he is. in some sense hyeri really is running too, though—this operation. as expected.

wonwoo, for once, doesn’t find it in himself to complain.

“you’re pretty light,” he notes out loud, hoisting her up every now and then as they witness passersby’s funny looks on the way. “but that’s not an excuse for you to be smart and say pretty and light.” otherwise, i’ll fucking drop you.

the stop light’s not in their favor when they’re finally there, much to his dismay. theirs? he can’t tell if hyeri’s paying attention; his back feels weighed on enough all around. it wouldn’t be particularly nice for her to do whatever she’s capable of if she’s noticed a premature stop in their step though, teeth digging into his bottom lip at the present panic.

on a whim, the tall male paces back and forth as a front, daring to look back just to see their situation. it’s not such a good one. the supposed bodyguard is a lot closer than expected.

stop light’s still red.

fuck.

ten more seconds, judging from the gradual switch of turns in the ongoing lanes. 

danger, danger, danger!

“noona-”

run the light, wonwoo.

why are you such a fucking pussy?

is there a sin in wanting to be safe?(!) what would he be to have some liability against him for ruining hyeri’s stupidly perfect skin and face in an attempt of keeping her safe for different reasons? a fool, or just someone with bad luck? the irony hurts, almost physically now.

your feet, are fucking ridiculous, he wants to say.

now.

the suited man could practically reach them at this point.

now.

but the risk of darting through passing cars makes this impossible. a risk so, so horribly taken, wonwoo’s not sure what’s knocked the air out of him when they reach the other side of the street.

they, hopefully.

↺ “you said it, not me,” hyeri easily quips despite her current situation; her narcissism does know no bounds. still, she takes the off-hand compliment, because compliments are something to be taken, and those in that nature are a kind she particularly likes to keep for herself. 

but she doesn’t have enough time to bask in the glory of having the jeon wonwoo eat his words because she feels his panic through his back, her ears pressed close enough to pick-up the erratic heartbeats of that tell-tale muscle. instinct tells her not to look, but her own curiosity betrays her, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal before (again) using the boy as a shield, 

and then they’re running. through rush-hour traffic. great. 

she hears it all--the angry honks of interrupted cars, the gasp of the passersby on the sidewalk, the sassy ahjumma saying something akin to “kids and their k-drama fantasies” as she watched. but she pays them no heed. instead, she shuts her eyes tight and latches onto wonwoo’s back, her thighs squeezing his torso as much as she could while they made their risky exodus. 

nerves packed with adrenaline, she lands a hefty punch on on the crossing’s emergency button, and the red sign loops for another hundred-twenty seconds. 

“are you--oh.”  she ended up choking him, apparently. she’s quick to unlatch her arms from his poor, poor neck, though her legs wobble from the sensation of actual pavement on her soles.

 nah. it’s the broken heel. speaking of. 

“it’s over here.” she grabs the boy’s wrist and pulls him to the alley on the left, one foot permanently left en pointe as she does her best to walk towards the department store. 

they make it inside, though with much delay from the little handicap, but they’re safe in the many floors and boutiques in the posh shopping haven. but the first order of business is shoes, and this time, hyeri does not hesitate to take off the dilapidated pair (dior!), tossing it to the nearest bin with much precision. that’s five inches off her height, but she’s still as intimidating as ever. 

"shoes first, then we plan our next move.” she doesn’t even bother correcting her pronoun use--wonwoo’s already gotten himself into this mess, and hyeri’ll make sure he stays until the end. she drags him to the elevator, knowing quite well that the shoe stores should be on the third floor. 

she turns to face him before entering  the contraption. 

“as apology for almost choking you to death,” she begins, hesitant. reparations aren’t things she was admittedly good at. “--’ll pay for whatever you want to buy today.”

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acajeonghan:

[ sms → 자기야 ] can’t sleep

jeonghan laid in bed for a good two hours, wide awake and eyes on his best friend sleeping soundly across the room. fingers tightly clutched at his phone as if it’s his last thread of hope. it’s a given for mingyu to be the first one to know anything that ever happens in jeonghan’s life - which, really, isn’t much given he’s asleep for the remainder of the day, classes aside. hyeri comes a very close second - a phone call away if schedules overlap.

[ sms → 자기야 ] nothing makes sense anymore

or a text - when jeonghan isn’t sure if the girl is still awake at such an ungodly hour. however, she was (or he probably woke her up) - and jeonghan isn’t sure to take it as a blessing or a curse, because now he’s riding beside her, slumped against the passenger’s seat. he’s zoned out, city lights a blur from outside the car window.

( “for someone straight, you sure own a lot of flannel.” 

an affectionate greeting. )

“i was schedule to have it earlier at 4pm except i had a test,” he manages with a weak chuckle. his hair is sticking out in all directions, outfit merely sweatpants and t-shirt covered with the beige cardigan he found at arm’s length before stepping out. “i’ll cry after i get my fucking degree.” usually, he’d  shrug her hand off - just because, but it’s a comforting enough gesture that he lets her. a smile forms, genuine, albeit small. jeonghan’s favorite thing about her is that she doesn’t push.

“mine,” he then answers, heaving a sigh. fingers run through his hair, only making the mess worse as opposed to making it better - story of his life. “then again, i’ve ruined my life enough by myself.” finally, he shifts in his seat, watches his friend drive instead. “for once, i actually feel things. can you fucking believe that? because i still fucking can’t.” a pause. “non-heterosexual things, jagiya. gay things.”

shocker.

↺ she knows its in bad taste to laugh, but she does it anyway.   an unlucky pedestrian runs back to the sidewalk and curses, but hyeri can’t hear their anger over her obnoxious giggles. did jeonghan expect her to be shocked at this revelation? no one needs her over two-hundred iq to realize that the pretty boy leaked every single color of the motherfucking rainbow. in neon, even.

(i’m not gay, hyeri - yoon jeonghan, class of 2015) 

(sure, j(eongh)an - lee hyeri, valedictorian, class of 2015)  

sometimes, she wonders how they were voted couple of the class. 

“this is--ha!--this is--” she chokes out in between high-pitched guffaws, her eyes easily filling with amused tears at whatever the boy is trying to say. it takes another cursing pedestrian to get her to park at the nearest lay-by, and there she forces all the remaining giggles out of her system. 

“sorry. i love you, but oh my god.” she lets one last giggle escape from her lips, before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. “wow--okay. i’m okay.” she turns to jeonghan, still shaking from the giddy jumps, but  there are hints of worry in the glee still flecked in her dark eyes. 

“will it make you feel better if i pretend to be shocked?” she teases, but her hand is gentle when she rests it atop the other’s own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “for who, this time? is it--” 

she’ll let him finish her sentence. like always. 

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jp holds onto his camera like a lifeline, even though he doesn’t necessarily need to do that around hyeri anymore. he’s trying to pay attention, honestly, he is– but her mouth is moving, has been moving for the past ten minutes, and he hasn’t been able to process a single word. he knows it’s no excuse, but the reason he’s having trouble following along with the conversation is because he’s just… tired.

for the past week, he hasn’t slept well. it doesn’t help that his bedding is in a box that currently occupies the space where he desk once was. he’s not quite ready to rip the cardboard open (and undo all of his progress in packing), not even to fish his duvet from the depths, because he’s still kind of in shock.

you know what? scratch the ‘kind of’.

jp is definitely in shock, and it’s starting to show. he didn’t have any backup plans and he certainly hasn’t been able to pull a new course of action together in the time he’s been walking around campus like a zombie. if he doesn’t come up with something soon, he’s really going to be in trouble.

and by trouble, he means literally without a place to stay. he was supposed to be completely moved out by last thursday, off to live in a brand new apartment, and he still hasn’t left. but he’s running out of time to linger in the hollow shell of his dorm room, because his roommate’s an extrovert with a thousand friends and only had to make one phone call before he found someone willing to take jp’s place.

so, yeah. he’s going to be homeless. he can’t stay in his dorm, he can’t afford the apartment he was supposed to be sharing with his (ex) girlfriend. there’s a thousand ways he could say it, but in summary, he’s doomed.

“i’m doomed,” jp moans, and it takes him a second to realize he’s said the words aloud. once he’s aware of his mistake, his face goes hot and his grip tightens around his camera–

epiphany strikes him like lightning. he has his camera. he brings it to his face as he stammers, “i mean, i zoomed. i… uh…” and then he trails off, because that’s when he realizes his camera’s off. there’s no way he can pretend he accidentally zoomed in on anything when the when the lens is still covered and the camera isn’t even on.

if he wasn’t doomed before, he is now– and undeniably so.

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↺ the dictionary calls it “sesquipedalian”, but hyeri prefers “meticulous.” 

she can’t help it. her brain concocts plans that go from a to z, each member of the alphabet containing at least five sub-headings, each of those sub-headings housing at least three detailed bullet-points. it’s a well-known fact that she’s a perfectionist, and her mind just works to her favor by making the taxing toil of deconstructing thoughts seem like a piece of cake. 

the downside (at least, for other people) is it makes her unnecessarily loquacious. case in point the current situation, where she has been talking for the past ten minutes, rambling about how jp should use these very flattering clips from last year’s worlds and overlay it with this edm sample she personally got from this celebrity producer (“they go to my dad’s clinic for their jaw.”) 

it’s not a senseless soliloquy, but it seems that she is too engrossed in gushing about how the perfect lighting in the hall make her cheekbones look prominent--“you must--must!--include this one”--to even notice if her creative companion is following through with her every word. a pity if that were the case, but hyeri can be as self-absorbed as she is chatty, so she rambles on, and on, and on, graciously failing to notice the fact that the boy’s mind had already drifted elsewhere. 

until he speaks, of course. 

“i’m doomed.” 

hyeri blinks, brows raised in utter disbelief, as this instance would mark the first time that this man has interrupted her. they’ve known each other for at least three years now, but the talented filmmaker has never contested any of her genius ideas, no matter how ridiculous they sound. 

(this is why she likes having him around)

so this instance comes as a shock, and the emotion is obvious in every crook, every wrinkle in the lee heiress’ visage, further accentuated by the offended gasp that tumbles out of her mouth. 

“did you just--” she diverts from her litany choosing instead to focus on the urgent--urgent!-- matter at hand. no one interrupts the queen during her speeches, and the repercussions are dire for anyone who dares violate the golden rule. “did you just interrupt me?” 

but it is there that she finally gets a good look at the lanky male, and trained eyes immediately notice the horrendous bags that line his eyes, the bloodshot nerves that dip and dart in those pools of white. (her mother would’ve gone ballistic at a case this awful, but hyeri reminds herself that she is in university, and losing sleep is a valid option for plebeians who are not like her.) the sight makes her anger dissipate, but the rage is now replaced with an unfamiliar feeling--worry. 

“are you okay?” her tone is as gentle as the hand she uses to lower the camera out of jp’s face. her hues are flecked with concern, but her next words say otherwise. “you look horrible.”

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that’s debatable.

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the fair was bustling with life, it seemed as if the entire student body of bidulgi had decided to get together on the field for the day up to a degree where all that could be seen was a sea of student stretching far and wide. never before had junmyeon witnessed such a turn out for the event and he was ecstatic about it.

most of the other clubs were walking around with flyers or buttons, in some cases handing out foods as they sat at a table to answer any question the students may have about the clubs, their activities, and their achievements.

the debate team had however decided to take it to an entirely different level.

to say the stand was exorbitant would be a major understatement. rather than the usual table with a banner or two the club had decided to rock an entirely different design, involving a few couches for passersby’s to lounge on, an actual air conditioning system against the heat, a large LED screen with a slideshow containing all kinds of information about the team and photos, a set-up containing all the awards they had won so far and the most noteworthy at all: the life-sized cardboard cutouts of various of the team’s best debaters.

go big or go home right?

after sending off a group of starstruck -or was it terrified- freshmen with a smile and a pamphlet junmyeon turned to hyeri. it wasn’t hard to figure why the two of them both got along so well, they were incredibly driven and dedicated. in junmyeon’s eyes, the team could not have ended up with a better president. maybe, if someone else than him had offered to lend the girl a hand in organizing their stand for the fair it would have been less over the top but with junmyeon and hyeri’s combined effort the stand couldn’t be anything else than the most abundant thing on the entire fair, they both had a tendency for overdoing things after all. 

‘it’s going well so far don’t you think?’ he said as he made his way over to the girl at one of the spare moments of calmth around the stand. ‘i feel like i’ve spoken to at least twice as many students as last year, selections are going to be rough.’ as he spoke, he held out a bottle of water for her to take. hyeri had been running around all day, the least jun could do was make sure she’d stay properly hydrated. ‘there seem to be some strong candidates in there though, as far as i can tell at this point at least.’

he threw a quick look at his watch, it was getting near the end of the afternoon. had they really been at it for hours already? it certainly didn’t feel like that.  experience had thought jun that by this point, most of the students were starting to lose interest, which meant they had t go the extra mile to still appeal to people. ‘i feel like it’s time to wake everyone up again, attention is faltering.’ he said, offering her one of the megaphones. ‘any suggestion as to how?’

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↺ the sun is shining, the birds are chirping a triumphant anthem overhead, and hyeri is basking in the most beautiful smell of sweet victory lingering in the air surrounding their booth. 

she’s lost count of how many times her members had reminded her that the extra-curriculars fair was not a competition, that it wouldn’t be worth her time to exhaust so much effort for the sake of publicity and advertisement. but hyeri is a girl who always does things beyond a hundred and fifty percent of dedication, and she isn’t one that would let such a great chance--a chance to prove just how superior their organization is compared to the ones headed by plebes--pass. 

everything is a competition, after all. and this queen plays to win.

luckily, she always has junmyeon on her side when it comes to these kinds of things. she was right (then again, when was she not right) about choosing him to be her right hand--she did appreciate the drive and will this senior presented during club activities. without him and his unmistakable enthusiasm, the booth would still look as grand, but with double the effort and minus the fun. 

the boy could expect an expensive watch in his locker come monday. 

“thanks, sunbae,” hyeri accepts the offered drink with a grateful nod, and the gasp that escapes her lips after a few hefty gulps could pass for a water commercial. she has been repeating the debate club’s spiel non-stop for the past hour, but the insane amount of applicants they have collected from the first half of the day is more than enough to keep her constantly energized. 

she gives the sign-up sheets a cursory glance, noticing a few familiar names from the freshmen--names she had heard from the roster of best speakers in a couple of high school debate tournaments. she takes her pen from her purse and draws a pink star next to their names, a reminder that the bar would be set higher for these supposed talents.

”we could always use more cheerleaders,” she quips as a reply to junmyeon’s earlier question. “or researchers. though i do believe the mock-court hopefuls would do much better if they participated as actively in matter-loading as they did in the actual speaking and arguing.” 

she flips through the list until the very last page, nodding in contentment. it’s obvious that they’ve already broken last year’s record of applicants, but it wouldn’t hurt to secure a few more students with a grandiose finale that would render every other organization’s efforts futile. with a sadistic grin and a knowing glimmer in her eyes, she takes the megaphone with one hand, fetching the fishbowl filled with slips of pop-culture topics with the other and offering it to the devoted senior.

“let’s show everyone how it’s done, debate varsity style.” 

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acaxgyu:

saturdays were his ‘me’ time. it was a time when he usually just sat down in his room, draw, read comics or visited his mother to be treated like he was younger than he really is. but this saturday, his mother had refused his company, saying that she was planning on going on a much needed hang out with her friends. dejected by her rejection, he decided to dedicate his day to lazing around until he felt that he needed to clean the house. he woke up to early anyways for the trip home but oh well… maybe next weekend. but of course, he made sure to send his mother a couple of emojis that would perfectly portray his disappointment before letting it slide. 

playing seemed like the easier thing to do. so he shuffled between three of the games he was playing currently, leveling up here and there and raising his rank in another. soon, he moved to finishing his sketch for one of his classes and it was only then did he feel hungry enough to go downstairs to grab a bite to eat. in the midst of peacefully eating ramyun, however, his phone rang. fishing his phone from his pocket, he answered the call quickly. “hey! what’s–”

“pupper…”

oh god is she crying?

mingyu stood up immediately, adrenaline surging through his body. “emergency. okay. i– i will be there!” he ended the call immediately and rushed to his room. he threw on a jacket and shrugged off his pyjamas in favor of his black skinnies and slipped on his white sneakers he always wore. since his hair wasn’t really styled, he grabbed one of his caps before rushing outside. he almost forgot his keys and his wallet because he was rushing and ran as fast as he could (which was fairly fast) towards his room. once his wallet and keys were in his pockets, he ran to the bus stop.

the bus arrived after a few minutes of waiting. he was going to be late for five minutes, he could tell. hopefully hyeri was okay. maybe he should have asked what was happening so he knew and he could calm down his paranoia. 

once the bus stopped and opened its doors at his stop, he rushed outside and ran inside the mall, immediately calling for hyeri. once answered, he was panting heavily as he asked, “noona, where are you? what floor? what do you see? you’re not bleeding are you?” while asking, he was running around the ground floor, trying to spot her very familiar and distinct face. 

please let her be okay.

↺ patience has never been part of her vocabulary. but she is asking a favor, and queens must learn to be cordial, must learn the value of the wait. it’s been a couple of whiles past the ten-minute allowance she’s given mingyu, and the tall boy is still nowhere in sight. 

did i not sound convincing? she asks herself as she sits on the lounge, her head held up by both of her prettily manicured hands. maybe i should’ve added a few more sniffl—

her phone rings while she questions her acting prowess. 

[ pupper of defense 🐶 ] the caller id reads. 

(so, she did sound convincing. maybe hollywood could be a viable fall back in the very unlikely chance that the whole taking over the world thing doesn’t work out) 

“pupper?” her tone sounds as miserable as ever, and she makes sure to throw in a couple of exaggerated whimpers to add to the urgency of her situation. he did make her wait beyond ten minutes, after all. “i-i’m at the third-floor plaza.” stutters, for effect. “a-are you here already?”

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acawonwoo:

fucking superglue - who carries that on themselves?

actually.

“sorry, you’re out of luck.” he offers a simple shrug, stepping to his side just a bit to block her from being seen by the exact people she’s trying to avoid. “karma’s a little funny, isn’t it?” hands tucked into his jeans, wonwoo chuckles bitterly under his breath and lifts at least one, holding up an object of what seems to be what hyeri’s looking for. except the shorter end’s tan instead of red, the longer end white rather than green.

the cig’s lit up before she can properly rejoice (or jeer, if she’s quick to notice), tip placed in his mouth for one hit. “i assume the concrete’s not that hot today.” he motions towards the ground, lifts his foot back enough to tap his heel as a means of giving hyeri idea #1 from his end. “should be tolerable for bare feet.” inhale, exhale. the thought seems pitiful though, dirty feet being awful to deal with later on in the day in case she gets new shoes to wear. hyeri can afford those, no? money’s useful for a lot of situations on her end.

again, three years.

wonwoo blows smoke in the other direction, waving it off before throwing the remainder of the stick to the ground and extinguishing it with his left foot. “unless… you can hop on one foot to the nearest department store?” it comes out as a question for a reason, eyes scanning the area in contemplation as he presses his hands together, fingers colliding one at a time. he doesn’t really want her to do that. shouldn’t, at least.

be nice, asshole.

“or,” he continues, teeth gritting as he lowers himself to the ground in a squatting position, making sure to pick up the cigarette butt on the way down. “you can hop onto my back.”

↺ the gesture gives her a small semblance of hope; that yes, perhaps the emo nerd was nerd enough to lug superglue with him whenever he goes out. but no, it is something far less useful and far more rancid, and she would’ve taken five steps back if not for the fact that she is bracing her pathetically teetering self against the other’s (surprisingly) sturdy arm.  

“ick,” she grunts while making a face, hoping that her features paint the utter distaste she felt for the vice. alcohol is fine in her books, but cigarette smell lingers even after two rose-petal showers, and hyeri just couldn’t see the appeal of being both stinky and unhealthy. 

thank god he has the mind to blow away from her direction. good wonwoo. point for wo—

nope. nevermind. did he really just suggest that she walk barefoot to the department store? 

“excuse me?” hyeri retorts, her brows furrowing to denote her utter offense at the mere thought of letting her dainty white feet touch the filthy pavement. she doesn’t even roam around her carpeted—carpeted!—loft without socks; what made this edgelord think she’d agree to that? 

there are more whines waiting to be said, but she is stilled when the boy crouches before her, again suggesting an equally incriminating solution to her current dilemma. she’s about to say no—she did want to prove that she is fully capable of hopping on one foot for a good kilometer or so—but she spies the vaguest hint of a man in a suit, and that alone has her scampering on the other’s form, her lithe arms latching around his neck as she buries her face on his back.

for obscurity. 

“run.” she whispers with urgency in her tone. she shuts her eyes tight and prays to the heavens that this boy’s long legs had actual use beyond condescending height comparisons. “there’s a department store in the alley after the stop light. seven floors. lots of place to hide.” 

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↺ it’s a habit of hers; being this excited over the university’s extracurriculars fair. hyeri adores the feeling of superiority, and the annual fair is just a grandiose excuse to showcase that her beloved debate team towers over the rest, both in achievements and in prestige. weeks before the actual event, the devoted president has already finished conceptualizing all the needed plans, her superpowered brain overflowing with the most extravagant of ideas for their booth. 

it’s not a competition, hyeri! her team mates attempt to tell her.

nonsense! she retaliates.  everything is a competition! it’s go big or go home!

cue the collective groaning from the rest of the debate varsity; they really didn’t have a choice once hyeri’s set on something. jaebum does have a point—the team is an absolute monarchy. 

she’s proud of herself, though. about ten pages of her moleskine planner is filled to its acid-free edges with notes and diagrams and designs, meticulous notes and reminders carefully penned in her pristine penmanship. ever the perfectionist, hyeri even computerized the entire thing, the detailed presentation duplicated, printed, and safely stashed inside a pink legal envelope. 

all she really needs to do is get approval from their advisor, because god knows that their supervisor would rather sleep in the teacher’s lounge than actually do any sort of supervising. luckily, this advisor of theirs is also her dear senior from the law school’s buddy program, and hyeri knows that it would be a piece of cake to get him to approve her proposals. after all, he is one of the few people who could closely match her incredible cognitive wavelength. 

speaking of cake, she wants a slice of strawberry mousse. café meeting it is, then. 

[ ✉️ sunbae ] sunbae! are you free now? i’m at this café near the university! [ ✉️ sunbae ] hyeri_with_strawberrycake.png (delicious) [ ✉️ sunbae ] is your day brighter yet? anyway, i need ur input for the fair!  

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she’s not really one to text during class hours, but this is the tenth time her professor had droned about nietzsche and his (lack of) moral sense and she knows that the dead philosopher would commend her blatant disregard of school rules. plus, she had much better things to do than listen to another (un)creative retelling of thus spoke zarathustra.

for example, flyer choices. the fair is in a week and the debate club’s darling (queen) president still hasn’t chosen a flyer design. perhaps it was because she looked absolutely regal in both posters (as to be expected from someone like her), but it seems she’ll need a second opinion from a trusted source before finally taking the sample to the printers.

so she texts jennie, her newest secretary, barely bothering to hide her bedazzled smartphone from the tired eyes of her theory professor as she keyed in a couple of commands.

[ ✉️ secretary ] wait for me outside of my classroom. it ends in thirty. thank you. [ ✉️ secretary ] optional, but it would be great if you come with sweet potato latte.

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↺ the debate team might as well have the busiest booth in the fair. 

it’s only natural, really. combine sleek aesthetics with premium freebies and the chance to join something prestigious, and students will come running to sign-up like moths to a flame. they’ve already surpassed last year’s number of hopefuls, and the day is far from over. 

maybe she should take a minor in marketing. she’s a natural with these kinds of things, especially with her love for being (and feeling) superior. her throat aches from repeating the same spiel over and over (dare to be with the winning team! join bidulgi’s debate varsity!), but her members (mostly junmyeon, bless him) are always ready to provide with a bottle of water.  

the crowd calms down enough for her to take a sip, and it takes a mere minute before she’s back on her feet, as lively and as enthusiastic as ever. she spots a lost-looking frosh among the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb due to his height, and that mere vision sparks an idea in her packed cranium. with finesse, she holds the bedazzled mini-megaphone tight, placing it close to her lips as she speaks her line, her voice obnoxiously cutting through a wall of chatter.: 

“you! tall boy in the hoodie! think you got what it takes to be with the winning team?” 

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@acajeonghan

@acaxgyu

@acaxjihoon

@acawonwoo

@acajaebum

@acapcy

@acajinwoo

@acasehun

@acachaeyeon

[ plotting with : ]

@acajin

@acahyxngsk

@acaeunbi

@acasoyeon

everyone else, to be honest! 

pls to forgive my slowness ;; work is a bitch and the internet in there sucks i can’t even connect without using my data plan [ ‘ weeps into hands ] but i promise to be more active come the weekends, my dears!

xoxo

kitty

[acajeonghan-blog]

❝ how it goes. ❞

hey, babe. @acahyeri

“do you really have to be such a fucking nerd about this?”

shamelessly, jeonghan leans back against one of the available seats in the booth, feet propped up on the registry table. he uses the excuse of being a supportive boyfriend as opposed to simply being bored out of his fucking mind. regardless, he did help his girlfriend in setting up whatever he can; it’s the least he could do for everything sans the nagging and doubts about his heterosexuality.

everyone at the share house is out. he guesses they’ll be around the fair one way or another, but it’s still a little too early to know. he’s surprised he even managed to leave his bedroom before noon, on a day where he didn’t have to run off to class. he eyes his fake girlfriend - who might as well just double as his best friend for multiple reasons.

“no one likes debate,” he says, punctuates this statement with a snort. jokes are half-meant in this case. “no one likes the debate team, either.”

[acahyeri-blog]

↺ hyeri has learned that it is always best to ignore the spite in her (fake) boyfriend’s words, so she merely opts to ignore his petulant whining in favor of handing out more of her pretty pink fliers to the majority of the freshman populace. one of her members has taken the liberty to distribute such unflattering paraphernalia before she could even protest, so the perfectionist president is trying her very best to remove its existence from the people’s very malleable minds. 

“of course you don’t, jagi.” the girl quickly banters, swatting at both of jeonghan’s legs with what remains from her stack, her eye smile holding a sinister glimmer at his unbecoming posture. “but one, you like to debate with me about the s-word, or, alternatively, the o-word;” her tone is obnoxiously matter-of-fact. “two, you like my sunbae, who just so happens to be our advisor.”

she picks up the bedazzled mini-megaphone from the compartment underneath the table, placing the mouthpiece close to her lips as she speaks. “feet off the table, hani.” hyeri commands, but her expression remains as sweet as ever. “now be a good boyfriend and help me refill the basket of treats. there’s another container at the back. please and thank you!”

[acahyeri-blog]

➺♕ wonwoo and hyeri’s (not so) infinite playlist ! ww ❣ hr ↺

[acahyeri-blog]

acawonwoo:

“if you’re into people staring at you weirdly through glass from inside, yeah.”

it’s a simple remark coming from wonwoo when he spots the scheming brat. he’s nothing short of surprised at her choice of hiding nor the fact that she’s even doing just that, but the timing is a little strange otherwise. considering it’s the afternoon, he hadn’t expected her to be doing any of this so soon.

today’s case must be particularly loathsome.

he slowly makes his way around the standee, being wise enough to at least not bend down to give her away. “your heels aren’t gonna last if you keep sprinting like usain bolt around here.” it looks like he’s talking to the cardboard figure in the eyes of the general public outside, arms crossing over his chest as he gives it a once-over before saying anything else. “but building stamina’s always a good thing.” his arm flings over to the side, hand closed into a fist as he pretends to show his guns.

and then, a look. a knowing one, meant just for hyeri when he finally spares his attention down at her. undivided: just the way she likes it. 

apparently. three years of learning and experience shouldn’t entirely be a waste.

“got any other ideas of escaping, einstein?”

↺ there’s a list of people she would expect (read: wish) to see in these trying times. tom hiddleston takes the number one spot, of course, but genius of her kind also denotes an unmistakable practicality, and she immediately banishes all hopes that root from the deep (but familiar) tone she hears from the not-stranger. to be honest, wonwoo doesn’t even reach the upper half of her list, but the presence of a person is better than none, and hyeri knows there are far worse options from the slew of weirdos she had the favor of getting acquainted with. 

so she blinks, twice, mostly to make sure she isn’t hallucinating, before looking left and right to check if the coast is clear. free of any visions of bespectacled men in black suits, the lee heiress finally stands to her full one hundred sixty-eight cm height, stepping out from behind the cardboard figure with her chin held high, in a plausible attempt to preserve her remaining dignity. 

but the universe has other plans and her stiletto heel catches on a pavement crack, sending her stumbling towards the boy’s chest, the loud snap a tell-tale sign that she’s off to a bad start. 

“my iq is higher than einstein’s” hyeri banters automatically, her hand instinctively latching around the boy’s arm in an attempt to hold herself up. “and i do, actually.” lies. “i have a plan.”  a plan that involves a time machine, a guinea pig, and the second coming of jesus. in other words, no plan.  but she isn’t going to let wonwoo know that. no. never. over her dead body.

with all the grace she could muster, hyeri peels herself off from her indirect savior, (pathetically) hopping on one foot (thank you, ballet lessons) as she attempts to find balance on the broken shoe. “but the present dilemma makes me open to suggestions, so feel free to raise some.” 

“oh, and if you have superglue on you, that would be wonderful.” 

[acahyeri-blog]

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[acahyeri-blog]

➺♕ the d in debate stands for drama ! solo ❣ acaexcsfair ↺

and the e stands for extra : a debate team booth walkthrough

↺ it’s a sleek box of a “booth”--in air quotes because it looks more like one of those posh pop-up boutiques found in high-end department stores--its exteriors painted a matte black, its joints lined with gold foil. letter-shaped balloons spell “DEBATE VARSITY” at the top of the minimalist structure, their golden color catching the early morning sun in an almost blinding manner. giant LED screens flank either side of the boxy space, playing a well-edited supercut of last year’s world debate championships to an exciting edm sample, the team’s best speakers and adjudicators given an equal amount of screen and voice time in the minute-long clip. 

(but not too equal. she did tell jp to give her the subtlest extra second.) 

inside the box is a chic lounge, long couches lined parallel to the three connected walls. a faux-fur carpet decorates the space between the seats, and life-size standees of herself, jaebum, junmyeon, and youngjae serve as the grand centerpiece for the display. every corner contains a glass case containing their hard-earned trophies, and gold frames adorn the board from which their many medals hung. no space on the wall is left unused, as blown-up action shots from their competitions fill it up, overhead spotlights providing adequate illumination to the portraits. 

there’s even air conditioning. the debate team’s “booth” resembles a classy museum, offered in tribute to their organization’s many achievements. but hyeri made sure that it’s as interactive as it pleasing, as “mistletoes” hang from random spots in the wall, and the two lucky students found underneath it will be asked to pick from a fishbowl of pop-culture topics to debate on. mini-megaphones are stacked on a corner shelf (no one dares touch the bedazzled one on top of the shelf--everyone knows it’s hers), and newbies are encouraged to use the contraption as they voice out their opinion on, say, the relevance of taylor swift in feminist discourse. 

it’s a grand display, really, and it’s all to be expected from an over-the-top, larger-than-life, future overlord such as hyeri. but their supervisor did advise her to not make the entire thing too intimidating, so she made sure that the traditional looking booth remains in the entire installation. there she stands in her personalized debate varsity jacket, barking out praises and invitations as one of her freshmen lackeys hand out the flyers she personally designed. (heidegger’s existentialism allows her to ignore the existence of the memey flyer youngjae has distributed.) 

freebies are always a good marketing strategy, and the debate club president didn’t skimp on this year’s member ship giveaways. behind her is a long table containing chic-looking paperbags in gold and jet black, filled with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and skin-care samplers from riverlilee, her mother’s make-up line. she can’t really guarantee the intelligence quotient and argumentative experience of those signing up for the goods, but there is strength in numbers, and their core team could use a couple more cheerleaders for their many competitions. 

“come join the winning team, everyone!” she sing-songs into the bedazzled megaphone, her tone as enthusiastic as could be, “we’ve got cookies and lootbags for the first hundred to sign up!”