thorns & thorns

she will always be the kind of pretty so sharp bae suji. twenty-one. day class prefect. it feels like loving a knife.

lace.

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caesunggyu:

( “aah, lace? what a naughty girl. does daddy know you’re wearing such a risqué garment?” )

she doesn’t notice at first, doesn’t even catch the way her skirt lifts and exposes. and perhaps she wouldn’t have, mind too busy dancing with equations and numbers and lectures on repeat to even mind it. but the whistle, a sharp sound, it cuts through. rips up the paper folds of her thoughts and brings her back to where she stands.

with her skirt up and her undergarments exposed. 

she whirls, ungraceful and burning, on the stranger. and her hand flies as she spins. she does not stop until only after it connects with his skin.

a crack, her hand aches. his face is red. and she is pulling away.

she stands before him now, her face flushed and her skin hot and images of everything she fought to forget are dancing behind her lids. 

( his mouth is so pretty against her, fingers slipping between and catching on folds of fabric and skin alike. she likes the warmth he leaves, the trails he sets ablaze against her skin-- )

“what the hell,” eyes narrowed, mouth taunt. “do you think you are doing?”

she’s still too close, and she can smell him. copper and tobacco and the twinge of b.o. from the warm summer air. it isn’t unpleasant, and perhaps that is what leaves her stepping away from him. she places a good distance between herself and him and glowers. if looks could kill, she’d be a gun. firing, firing. drop dead, she thinks, with veins that spit spite and fire. 

one hand grips her book and pen, holding it tightly across her chest ( as if that could protect her now ), the other gripping the edge of her skirt hem, pulling it down as far as she can to cover the already exposed area. 

“ah, and to think i thought this academy was above recruiting perverts into its ranks,” her brows furrow and she’s licking her lips. “you do understand that’s sexual harassment right? i could report you.”

she clicks her tongue, sneers with a twist of her features and a roll of her eyes. her heart is battering against her ribcage but she ignores it. ignores the possible danger she has placed herself in and continues, as always, to run her mouth. 

“besides, you shouldn’t peep on girls. a woman’s undergarments are meant to be viewed by their husbands and their husbands alone.  a lady is suppose to remain chastise until wed and you have no right taking that!” 

catastrophe.

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caewonwoo:

  (   “well… well…looks like this damsel is in distress. did you bark up the wrong tree?”  ) 

she is thinking of all the little things she missed in her life, dramatically watching images of her flicker behind her eyes as the branch wobbles. she should have laughed more, she thinks. but the thought is quickly dispelled with the soft laughter below her.

her eyes snap to him, narrowed in form and dangerous by all definitions of the word. her sappy moment is gone, fleeting, and she finds herself growing from the treetop. 

“oh ha ha,” she twists her mouth at him, nose crinkling, brows furrowed. every line in her face going sharp and ugly. “yes let’s throw poorly attempted jokes at the girl lodged in the tree.”

she’s slowly sitting up now, back going straight and body peeling away from the tree branch. perhaps it’s her irritation, but the fear isn’t quite so rigid under her skin, her confidence growing. perhaps its the image of her raking her nails across her face that gives her the urge to let go, drop below, and launch herself at him.

perhaps, and most likely, it is the embarassment. being caught like this, a damsel ( how she hated the part, hated the princesses and their squeak of a scream and how they cried into dresses of silk and fashion ), but another student.  

she is bae suji, prefect. she shouldn’t be wasting time in such a manner. 

“instead of helping, we’re going to poke fun? i guess they’re right when they say chivalry is dead.” she upturns her nose at him. “carry on, obviously i won’t be getting help from you anytime soon.” 

suji gives a prompt ‘hmph’ before turning from him and beginning to shimmy her way back down the branch in which she came from. it creaks in protest and her heart is seizing with fear once more, but she bites it back. puts on a brave face, refuses to fall into his damsel role. she glances down at him once more and, quite childishly, sticks out her tongue. 

“by the way your jokes suck.”

[sehjuni]

She looks like a fairy and I have no idea how to feel about this. 

[caesuji-blog]

lace.

@caesunggyu

the hallways of cross academy are barren during the weekends, and suji can only enjoy the silence as she glides past classroom door after door. there’s a small group of teachers and professors who linger in their rooms, no doubt setting schedules for the following week. 

but suji is lost to her own devices, eye slicing through the pages of her text as she walks slowly through the halls. one balances the book, the other a highlighter, which she glides across the structured sentences every so often, marking places for her to return to upon her studies. the lectures stick, even without the color aid, the lesson almost too easy for her tastes.

boring, she notes, but does not digress. she reads harder and ignores the stiffness that sets in her shoulders. ignores the urge to place away the book and let herself rest, relax, breathe- anything but this. 

but her father’s angry eyes linger and her skin stings in the remembrance of his touch. she flinches, to herself and all alone in this corridor, and does not lift her gaze from the print once.

no, she will not let herself get distracted again. never, never again.

her feet take her to the end of the hallway and she finds a set of double doors. with her hip she bumps one open and slips through and out into the pools of sunlight that litter the courtyard. 

its more populated here, but in small bursts- groups of students in casual dress, talking and laughing. their enjoyment makes suji’s nose crinkle ( oh green is such a pretty color on her, it matches her eyes so well ). she sneers and steers forth.

she is half paying mind to others, and so she isn’t sure if it her fault or the other parties- but her shoulder clips another and her book falls forth. she stares at his, looks up to meet eyes at the other victim ( a pretty girl, she notes, but her smile is too bright and suji has the urge to swipe at it ).

“excuse you,” she barks, and the other female rolls her eyes, spits an insult her way ( bitch ) and carries on.

suji lets out a low sigh and bends over, gathering the highlighter and text with slender, careful fingers. 

[caesuji-blog]

catastrophe.

@caewonwoo

tree branches pinch her side, leaves caught in wefts of hair and thorns biting into the skin of her cheek. the branch shifts, shakes, small bits of twisted stick shuffling and falling from place. they land against the grass below her soundlessly. 

even if they had fallen with a clatter, suji was sure no one would hear over the sound of her swearing. loud, crude words and shaking arms. she’s trying, very unsuccessfully, to pull herself up, from branch to branch. higher, higher she reaches. her goal balances two branches above her, in the form a mewing cat with black fur.

this was a bad idea, she chides herself as the branch creaks. it takes one glance down to make her head spin, and she snaps her gaze quickly to the sky as she feels her body begin to tip. stupid cat, she glares at the creature now, i should be studying. not playing hide seek with an over grown rat.

the cat blinks at her, gives a low grumble of a meow, and jumps. it lands in the green of the grass without so much of a grunt and strides off, not without giving suji one final, almost smug, look. 

it prances away and suji swears she sees red. 

“are you kidding me?”

she goes to throw her hands up, a sign of anger and defeat, but when she lifts her hands she finds her balance breaking and before she can fall she clings to the branch once more with an iron white grip.

“oh my god, im going to die here,” there’s small tears pricking her vision. she’s far too high now, going up so simple compared to going back down. “im going to die here and i haven’t even gotten to finish my homework. so i will be dead, and with a missing assignment.”

[caesuji-blog]

okay ya’ll ik im a bit late to this welcome party but my name is megan and i am the mun to this little buttface here. 

meet suji aka the old lady of cross academy. she is a grump and she studies basically all the time but she needs friend so pls be patient with her and love her lots???

anyways, please LIKE this post and i will come message you and bother you for some plots!  <: smooches ya’ll with drooly kisses!!!!!! xoxo

[baetokii]