𝘚𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘛 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝙐𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉

scared to live, scared to die.

[siwoomk]

[ taeyang vc ]   yeorobun …   hi !   i'm meg, bringing you my brand new muse hong siwoo !   he's a bit of a serious type, very focused on his schooling and studies.  he simply has a lot to prove as someone from an influential family in the magical world.  you can find some more info on him linked below, and i would, of course, love to plot with you all !   feel free to like this and i'll come to you, or even im me here or dm me on d/scord  (  @iheart8808135  )  and i'll get back to you asap !!   i'm very excited to be here and can't wait to write siwoo out with you all !

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[yunnieeeeeee]

⸻ so i danced.

⤷ @siwoomk

music had always been a big thing in doyun's life, if only because it helps him concentrate where other methods fall flat. so when he rolls up to the founding day festival to see the groups performing over the dull roar of conversation, the first thing he does is get alcohol in his system. it's not like he needs the liquid courage per se, he will do anything anyways ( that's just how doyun is, after all ), but because it loosens his body up and he needs that to make his bad dancing a little more fluid, and he 100% intents to jump into the crowd of people dancing to the songs and shake his ass.

he's two drinks in, feeling himself a little too much when he spots a friend. siwoo's standing off to the side, observing as he usually does and that's when the idea sparks in doyun's little pea brain.

he grabs another drink from the booth even as the bartender eyes him warily, double-fisting soju bottles as he all but skips away. "hey," he says to siwoo once he nears, pushing one of the bottles into his friend's hand. "i wanna dance, come with me."

see, doyun had done his fair share of sneaking into clubs into LA when he was in high school and, despite the fact that these experiences had never taught him how to dance, it never stopped him from trying and failing anyways. so, that's how he ends up guiding siwoo through the crowd with a hand on his elbow, navigating closer to the stage towards the area where their fellow students are doing the choreography to the songs with much more finesse than doyun could ever manage.

[siwoomk]

ㅤ ㅤ never having been one for big, crowded events like the founding day festival  —  siwoo still found it important, in it’s own way, and decided to at least show his face as it was such a large school celebration. thus there he was, standing off to the sidelines as he took in the lively atmosphere of said festival. the loud music pulsated through the air, merging with the excited chatter of all the other students. not even planning to join in, siwoo simply looked on as others enjoyed themselves.

ㅤ ㅤ of course, by some curse  —  or perhaps, depending on who you asked, a miracle, most of the people siwoo called friends were nothing like him. it was only a matter of time, he’d figured, before one of them had insisted he do more than just observe the crowd and watch others enjoy themselves. he was hardly shocked upon seeing doyun, and hearing his words.

ㅤ ㅤ before siwoo could even get a word in, that word most likely having been no or i don’t want to, he’s being led into the group of dancing students and even towards the front. “ doyun, ”  and after thinking for a moment over all the possible things he could say, he settles on, “ i can’t dance. ”

ㅤ ㅤ and even if he was going to put up his best fight, which he certainly would, he still knew his soft spot for his friend would win out in the end... even if that inevitably meant making a total fool of himself to dance alongside him. 

[siwoomk]

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