[ sms to: 태호 ] sos some idiot blocked the rooftop entrance.
[ sms to: 태호 ] if you're busy, nevermind. six stories doesn't look that high. i heard about a cat who jumped 30 stories and survived.
🌿+🎀 between sooah and hanbi :+] the tea is boiling
[ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] i heard hanbi set her house on fire before
[ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] do you think she'd burn down the school office if i asked? i'm pretty sure i tanked my test. ☠️
@detagen
the durability of the old umbrella is questionable. but that’s the least of ryder’s worries. the size of the umbrella is clearly meant for single person use and with the way sooah is still stuck to his side- he’s sure he’s about to hear a lot more than he wants about her problem she’s decided to make his too.
sometimes sooah finds her mouth moving before she's fully realized what's coming out of it, nasty habits of having little to no filter. she catches herself for once though and chooses to swallow her words. it's a precarious enough situation without adding more oil to the fire.
"guess we're testing lady luck today." she laments whilst eyeing the finally opened umbrella with little faith. she thinks again about the chances of finding another way. seeing still no others though in her quick scan around them, she braces herself for what's to come.
"alright ryder. i'll cut you a deal. get me home without getting drenched and i promise not to come through your window for the next two weeks." she proposes, feeling awfully generous with her bribe. after all, it's always a toss-up between the two of them. he has to prefer this to the time she threatened to pee on his notebook after all. in the end though, she supposes she'll have to see if he responds better to the carrot or the stick.
@rnalgnant
"ah..." a soft, confused noise sounds from the back of sanghyun's throat as he leans slightly forward. his grip slips, and he can't quite control himself enough to make a big secret of being completely disingenuous. still, as ever, he's the picture of politeness, "is doctor park not available today?"
she sees the cracks beneath his facade, the anxious energy that ignites between their feather-light hold of each other's fingers. to most he must look fine beyond some minor confusion. yet, she's acutely aware thanks to the feline within. nevermind that she's also known him long enough by now to know better.
"no he's not." the man snaps with seemingly no intentions to explain further. "now what is it that you two need?" the conversation already sounds like it's over before they've really begun. it's wildly apparent that whatever sanghyun had planned to help her get was not going to be a possibility with this doctor.
perhaps on a good day, sooah would be ready to bare teeth and bite back. today though, she is tired, has no energy or desire to deal with this disdain. "let's just come back another time." sooah sighs as she turns to sanghyun.
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* 🎁 — CHRISTMAS GIFTS !
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(...)
he's gone and back too soon, making no effort to conceal the fact that he never wanted to leave in the first place. black gym shorts that cut off below the knee and a black shirt; small towel slung around his neck, wet hair dripping everywhere. he's rubbing his head with the towel when he opens the door. damp patches on his shirt, small puddles across her floor. the citrus-and-sandalwood smell of his soap bursts into the room. he clicks the lock shut, and just like he wants, the rest of the world goes away. "what flavors did you get?"
she watches him come in and sees the water trailing behind, obvious evidence of his scurry back. she doesn't love the mess but she can find it in herself to forgive him this time. she supposes it's an easy enough job with a face like his. "i got half soy garlic and half spicy." she responds while beckoning him over with a quick pat to the seat next to hers.
they manage to get through three-fourths of the food before there's a considerable drop in their pace. yet while she may not have room for more chicken, she's certainly got room for a little more booze. a sudden idea crosses her mind as she looks out at the alcohol remaining on the table.
"shall we play a little game?" she muses with a playful smile. "i'm thinking a good old-fashioned game of truth or drink." while it may have come out as a question, she knows there's little chance of not proceeding with her chosen bad decisions for the night. after all, sanghyun has yet to deny her of anything, spoiled kitten that she is. she leans back against her chair as she swirls the drink in her cup. "i'll even let you decide who goes first."
there’s always something in the dark. sumi knows this in the way a child knows things, a silent observer amidst the busy adults. in this way, children and canines are not so different— both left to their own devices until they’re of some practical use, and so they idle, stare at a wall long enough until they realise the shadow doesn’t behave the way it should. a shattering mirror, a slowing clock. in the dark of the night, a bark and a wail are not so different.
she’d grown up like this, knowing the monsters that lurked in the dark and calling them by name. and it’s in this way that she’s always begging, always tempting one or another to spend the night, if only so she doesn’t have to be alone in the room with them— just her and her ghost.
and here is her ghost now, in this room, in this dark. there is a weight on her chest, and sumi’s heard of it before— the way one’s mind can stay active, though their body is weighed down. she’s never experienced it herself, and yet she knows this to be… different. like how her vision seems to work fine, eyelids fluttering open to meet hovering yellow orbs in front of her. a gripping pause, and sumi’s screaming, shooting up to her feet and clutching the closest wall. the eyes disappear, and she reaches for the back of her neck, sighing in relief when she feels the polyethylene material of the patch. and it’s here that she suddenly comes to her senses, remembers that sooah had promised to stay the night amidst of their gossiping and cups of hot tea. sumi whispers in the dark, “sooah…? are you there?”
at first, it's quiet in the room, loud laughter and antics traded in for some late-night dreams. she had thought of making the trek back to blue hall once it had become clear the night was ending but sumi had proposed she sleepover instead. with an open invitation and the thought of the winter cold awaiting past the entrance, it wasn't a hard decision for sooah to choose to stay behind. she had shrunk down into cat form, and wished sumi a goodnight with a gentle lick to her cheek all before settling down on her to sleep.
the night progresses until she feels the slightest shift in her makeshift bed below. yellow cat eyes flitter open, sleep still dusted in her gaze as she checks to see if all is well. she manages to catch sumi's gaze locking on to hers before all hell breaks loose. she isn't clear what happened next but the sudden screams immediately flood her with fear.
she leaps a few feet into the air, loud paws scrambling against the hardwood floor as soon as she lands. animal instinct paired with lack of sleep has her acting in hysterics. she's scrambling around in the box of the room, knocking god knows what over, before finally settling into a corner opposite of sumi. loud hiss escapes her as she looks out into the dark with dilated pupils, looking for whatever it is that's come to haunt them.
she's still crouched low, fur bristled when she hears sumi timidly calling out for her. "i'm here." she responds back. she's yet to identify the source of danger so she looks back over to her friend. "what the fuck was that?" she whispers back, tone biting as she attempts to make sense of the last minute.
it's quiet in the office, nothing but the steady ticking of the clock filling the air. it hadn't taken long for them to be shown to the room with the promise of the doctor's appearance in just a moment. she supposes it's no surprise given that there had been no other patients around. after all, wasn't this why they'd made the trek to the outskirts of town?
her hand is in sanghyun's as they wait, head rested against his shoulder with her eyes closed. she hates to show this side of her, human and fragile, but he is familiar comfort. there's been a pressure building in her head, relentless and unyielding. it'd been three days of this before she had finally accepted that there was something wrong. of course, sanghyun had been all too eager to help, soothing touches and solutions abound.
she only comes to when the door opens up as the doctor arrives, voice perky as he announces his entrance. it's not long though before she can feel the shift in the air. her head might be a mess but she's not too far gone to see the friendliness in the doctor's eyes disappear the moment he had caught sight of their patches. she glances to sanghyun, wondering if he's caught it too. for now though, she supposes they'll just have to carry on as she goes on to explain why they're here.
(...)
so he’s taken by surprise (in both a shocking and unexpected way) when someone’s suddenly pressing against him disregarding his personal space completely. and when he turns to see who it is, ryder doesn’t stop the sigh that escapes his lips and the roll of his eyes when he realizes that it’s none other than blue hall’s resident pest- bang sooah.
“find someone else’s privacy to invade and sweet talk, sooah,” ryder breathes without throwing her a second glance as he continues to jiggle the umbrella in his hand.
the saying goes that when it rains, it pours and sooah finds herself in the unfortunate position of facing this truth both literally and figuratively. it is just her luck that she finds out her knight in shining armor is actually ryder of all people.
she tries not to think about the fact that she had just been in his room the other day, swatting over all his stuff from his desk. in her defense, she had felt wronged when he had shut the window on her the week before. the recent timing of her offense though definitely does not play to her favor today.
if it comes to dealing with his annoyance or being left exposed to the rain though, she knows which one she would rather brave. with no other viable option in sight, she chooses to be brazen instead. "well darling, you're not exactly my top pick either but it looks like we're stuck with each other." never mind that she is solely at his mercy in this situation. she's never been one to paint herself in such a light if she can help it. "now can you get the damn thing open already."
on thursdays in the late afternoon, sohee teaches an undergraduate seminar. on this particular thursday, sohee is fresh out of class and of brain cells. something about heading into class while it's still light out and coming out of it when the sun is gone — when that cold, unforgiving winter starts lashing at her cheeks — feels more miserable than anything.
she's just made it past the exit of the discussion hall, planning fully on rotting in bed for the next 4 hours before heading over to some random's apartment for blatantly unceremonious cunnilingus when —
[ sms to: sooah 😾 ] girl
[ sms to: sooah 😾 ] were u planning to go down on me? otherwise i think i am going on this date later
sohee tucks away her phone into her coat pocket, walks forward a few strides, reaches the crosswalk, and pulls out her phone again.
[ sms to: sooah 😾 ] hypothetically what were you thinking of doing tho 👉👈
she's already halfway between blue hall and red hall when her phone goes off, alerting her of the incoming responses. perhaps if she was more well-mannered or had any sense of self-restraint, she would have waited in her room until they had confirmed their plans. still, she presses forward to wait by sohee's door, undeterred even by the initial reaction she gets from the girl.
[ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] you can't sit on my face but you can sit on that new mechanical bull ride instead. 😇
[ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] come oooon. they even got happy hour going on right now.
it had been by chance that she had spotted the flyer the week before advertising the latest attraction at the nearby pub. she's not confident how well booze pairs with violent spinning. still, she had every intention to find out by the end of the night.
(...)
lifting his head, he looks at her, lips almost grazing hers as he speaks. "sooah." leaning forward, he presses his lips to hers, the gesture so faint it's almost nothing at all. "thank you for letting me come tonight." his voice so soft, it's almost a whisper. "have you eaten? let's order in? what do you want?"
this moment feels so fragile between them, as if a mere breath could blow it all away like dust. he's soft, ethereal and she tries her best to not break him. his response has her smirking, little truths hidden behind smoke and mirror. "you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teases back, intentional in the way she neither agrees nor disagrees. in truth, she's never been one to think of forevers. she's a creature of impulse, known only to live in the present. the thought of a future together intimidates her so she prefers to bask in the moment, happy enough with having his hand in hers, his lips on hers.
"hm ... let's do that fried chicken place we went to last month." she proposes. "i can call in the order. do you want to take a quick rinse in the mean time to wake yourself up?" she's admittedly reluctant to leave the comforts of his embrace, a warm place that's become a secret favorite. still, the reality is that her phone is across the room and it's not yet late enough for them to stay in one place until the sun rises.
the time will come soon enough though so she does her best to be patient. "if you're too tired, i can give you a helping hand in a bit." she can't resist the opportunity to make a pass, overt flirtation paired with a mischievous smile. she can only be so good after all and teetering on the edge of will they, will they not has become a constant of theirs.
it's always this time of day when the sun has just dipped past the horizon that something stirs in sooah. sometimes it's an itch for adventure, other times chaos. whatever the case, it's an absolute must for her to expel this energy that all felines seem to have at dusk.
she thinks first of her favorite partner in crime and it doesn't matter that she vaguely recalls sohee mentioning a potential hook up tonight. chicks before dicks after all, right? she quickly pulls out her phone, scrolling until she lands on her desired target.
[ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] cancel your plans !!
[ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] you and i are going on a date into town tonight
she leaves little room for rejection but it's nothing new to either girl. they're two beings cut from the same cloth after all, inseparable since their first encounter at freshman orientation.
( ... )
he watches her, unabashed stare and slow blinks, and finds some sweet, simple bliss in it. dim yellow lights in her hair, shadows dancing across her face. this all feels so familiar. something he’s seen a million times before, and would look at again a million times over. when she walks by him, he suddenly reaches for her hand. sanghyun languidly tangles his fingers in between hers and tugs gently, pulling her forward a little when he leans back against the backrest. he looks up at her, something inviting, eyelids heavy with tiredness but eyes bright with interest. he says nothing for a moment. a migraine quietly hammers at the back of his head. fatigue starts to settle in his bones. “sit down,” he tells her, voice soft and a little rasped from exhaustion, “talk to me. tell me about your day. i want to know.”
she doesn't need eyes on the back of her head to feel his gaze following her to and fro like a lost puppy dog since he walked in through the door. maybe it's the half cat in her that tends to find neediness tiring, attachment usually triggering her sense of fight or flight. but truth be told, she's yet to feel that with him and she tends not to question why she only finds it endearing instead.
he takes her hand and offers himself up like the gravitational pull of a planet that she can't deny. lithe limbs are quick to settle down into the comfort of his warmth as she takes a familiar seat on his lap for the umpteenth time. "mmm ... nothing interesting enough that wouldn't put you to sleep in a minute." she muses while running her fingers through his hair. she can see the sleep in his eyes and hear the fatigue in his voice. she's never been one to be a sanctuary but today she feels nice enough to at least help lick his wounds.
"you look like you could use a nice long break, pet." palm moves to his jaw as her fingertips brush against his cheek. "how about you stay the night?" she's well aware of all that's on his plate and that he may still have mountains to move. yet knowing this, she still plays the temptress. hoping to win an easy yes, she leans forward to line kisses on his neck.
she first smells it in the air, dread immediately settling into her bones. it's better than it coming in as a surprise provided that the weather reports had said nothing of incoming rain for today. this does little to appease her annoyance though, audible sigh immediately escaping her.
by the time class lets out, there's already a steady downpour and of course it is just her luck that the professor asks her to stay behind to discuss a matter. when she's finally able to duck out, she sees a single escape route in the form of blue umbrella just a few steps beyond the safety of the building. it doesn't matter that she can't see who it is or where they're going. she quickly scampers over, trying to ignore the shiver that immediately travels up her spine when the first few drops hit her skin. "mind making a pit stop at the blue hall?" her voice is sugar sweet as she sidle ups up to the stranger, arms immediately pressed against theirs as she attempts to minimize her exposure to the rain.
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