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@stagedown
who are you when you're not performing?
agatha zhou, the standing ovation. third year. strategic comms major. vp for stugov, the snake in ophiuchus. muse for dragonshq. written by mel (gmt -5, s/h, 25).
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rich man era ⦂ ningning
early to rise, hayun had already managed a small trail by herself. she was attempting to fully immerse herself in the experience of the trip they were all on. while she hadn't partaken in too many activities, she wonders if the volleyball courts are bustling with other teammates. taking her trusty volleyball with her, she tucks it under her arm after placing her long tresses into a thick braid. the brunette sports her relaxed yet still flexible enough workout clothes and hums to herself as she wanders the campgrounds.
hayun grasps up a small tote bag and slings it around her arm, as she tucked in a water bottle and a couple small snacks for her outing. it was then she sees agatha nearby wandering that she decides to go greet the other classmate. the two rarely talk but it would be a nice change of pace for her since she liked getting to know people better.
"oh! i'm sorry," she tries to stifle a small laugh, having not thought of startling the other woman. "i didn't mean to startle you. i thought my steps along the trail sort of gave me away." she admits, though a small flush of embarrassment ignites her cheeks a rosy color. "i just wanted to say hi and see what you were up to today."
with her mind constantly whirring, with ideas, with her to-do lists, with anything and everything that could go wrong in this membership training, letting go of all of those thoughts is somehow relaxing. she used to dread the idea of not having to do much, just because she's afraid that once she's let go of her schedules and plans, that she would lose herself entirely. but recently, she's been liking how she's been taking things slow.
although, being caught not paying attention to her surroundings and with ears burning red, agatha shakes her head. "no, please. it's my fault for not paying attention."
when she fully turns to see who it was, agatha's smile brightens a little. "hayun, right?" her eyes narrow a bit as if to cast doubt if she really knew the latter but agatha recognizes faces and names well enough. "i just thought taking a walk was well overdue, i've been sitting and painting for the past hour." she stretches a little, thinking that that may prove her point. but she really did need to stretch out her legs and take a walk.
"what about you? anything exciting so far?"
choi yerim is having… a day. describing it is proving difficult — suppose the only metaphor that would work is that of a rollercoaster (which, admittedly, she has never cared to actually try. maybe she hates fun, but that’s her own business).
what started out as a fairly neutral day, or as neutral as it could be when she’s being forced (read: willingly signed up for) to spend the day camping, soon turned into what she might consider one of the best days of her life, it would certainly make the list, if she was keeping one. though, as usual, that had turned out to be too good to be true.
yerim sighs as she stares blankly into the dying flames of the bonfire. she doesn’t know why she stuck around, really — the sight of the flames alone did nothing but remind her of exactly what, or rather who, had ruined her seemingly perfect day, and she can’t say she’s particularly fond of being around this many drunk people, either. still… retreating back to her room, all by herself, felt difficult — perhaps more than it should.
the appearance of a familiar presence beside her snaps yerim out of what was beginning to look like a thought spiral, and she can’t help the relieved, somewhat tired smile that graces her features.
“mmm,” she hums, gently leaning her head against agatha’s shoulder. it’s more affectionate than she usually is, even with someone as close to her as agatha, but she craves the closeness tonight. “i am,” she agrees, slightly frowning. she hadn’t realized just how tired she felt until it was brought up, too caught up in her own thoughts to pay attention to anything her body tried to tell her.
she doesn’t lift her head, though she smiles at agatha’s offer. “we’re not in the same room, though,” she mumbles as a reminder (internally, yerim makes a reminder to have words with whoever was in charge of the room assignments, and had decided to keep her away from three of her closest friends). “but yeah.” a nod. “please.” part of her was praying there might, somehow, be an empty bed, allowing her to switch rooms.
there’s the smallest of yawns before she finally pulls her head away from agatha’s shoulder, stretching her neck before moving to get up. she almost feels dizzy, despite not having had a sip of alcohol that night. a hand moves to clutch her friend’s, not ready to completely give up the physical closeness.
agatha isn’t exactly surprised but she is taken a back at yerim’s sudden affection, knowing that she usually reserve said affection for seoyun. agatha welcomes the gesture by resting her head on yerim's, her eyes on the fire before them. she could feel the warmth emanating from the flames, pulling the tiredness out of her. coupled with the few drinks she had just earlier, agatha exhales deeply as if letting go of all her walls now that she's with yerim.
"who says you can't sleep anywhere else? i'm sure we'll find a space for you in our room," she says softly. the dorm assignments were a mess now anyways, no matter how much order the instructors tried to get the students to stick to. and agatha contributed to it too, anyways, whispering to the students that they can just switch so long as there's the same number of students in a room. rules have already been broken and it isn't like she or yerim will get into much trouble with it anyways.
"then let's go?" she says, standing after the other, pulling yerim's hand to hook their arms together. she doesn't want to part with the warmth of the fire but even though the beds in the rooms weren't ideal, at least they can cover themselves with lots of blankets then. that's what she did after jumping in the lake last night. but no one needs to know that.
agatha weaves the both of them through the path, passing students both sober and not until they finally reached the dorms. it's quite late into the night anyway and whoever is not in the dorm at this time probably means that they don't plan on sleeping here and if anything, agatha plans to give yerim her top bunk anyways. her body definitely is tired but her mind are whirring from today's events alone. though agatha tries to quickly erase the thoughts from her head.
when they finally reach her dorm, she urges yerim inside. "did you want to get changed? i can lend you some clothes or we can even raid seoyun's pile," she says, a bit of laughter by the end of her sentence.
r(æ)cord / rich man mv behind ♡
september monthly prompt self-para on zhou an ran tw: corporeal punishment brief mentions of seoyun, yerim, eunwoo, and joon.
agatha was ten when she finally realized that her mother treated her differently from her older brother and sister.
the warm september sun caressed her cheek as the last of summer’s wind blew from the window cracked open in her mother’s greenhouse. it smelled of roses, and daisies, and wildflowers scattered all around. agatha was ten and yet she never had the chance to fall and scape her knees.
agatha was ten and yet she hasn’t even gotten the soles of her shoes dirty. agatha was ten and her thirteen-year old older brother was outside, hitting a baseball in their vast backyard, his sweat dripping from his forehead as he held the bat tighter.
agatha was ten and her thirteen-year old sister was laying on the grass, humming a familiar tune with her feet propped in the air as she painted on her sketchbook, her white pants stained green.
agatha was ten and her six-year old younger brother ran across the lawn, his entourage of tutors following close by, and hugged their older brother as the baseball flew far. her older sister claps her hand at another home-run.
agatha smiled then as she looked on from the greenhouse’s frosted glass, her hands too, propped to clap for her brother’s swing. but it was met with only pain as her mother struck her knuckles with a wooden stick. she bit her tongue and wills her tears to stop from falling. her mother doesn’t like it when she cries.
outside, she could hear her sibling’s laughter, their claps filling her ears as the stinging on her knuckles rendered her still. she doesn’t question her mother then and just went back to her etiquette lessons, her ankles neatly tucked in behind the other, her hand shaking lightly as she picked up her tea cup.
she longed to be the one outside too. to have her hands calloused from holding a bat too tight, her pants green from the grass’ mildew, her legs aching from running all over. and yet, and yet, and yet.
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agatha doesn’t desire greatness. she doesn’t desire perfection. and yet, her mother’s voice rings through her head whenever she’s about to make a decision. her relationship with her mother always felt transactional. that if she does one good thing, then she’ll get a good reward. but even if only one hair was out of place, she would get an earful.
this is her predicament right now as she lays in bed, her phone by her ears and her mother on speaker. she listens with great disinterest as her mother praises her sibling’s new achievements, accolades that continue to tower over her. her mother expects greatness from all her children and yet it was her, the one who stood by her mother’s side despite it all, that gets the brunt of her mother’s poison tongue.
her mind wanders to what could she possibly be doing right now if she wasn’t held hostage by her mother’s weekly phone call. maybe she would’ve agreed to go on a shopping trip with seoyun and yerim. maybe she’d even gone and grabbed dinner with eunwoo at that sandwich place they frequent. maybe if she texts joon to show up at her door at this moment, she would have an excuse to leave. she sighs.
she sits up, propping pillows behind her to sit comfortably. if she’s listening to nonsense, she might as well be comfortable.
“you do get it, do you, dear?” her mother asks, prompting agatha to answer with an automatic yes, even though she has no idea what her mother’s question was.
“yes, mother. of course i do.”
“oh, you truly are the sweetest of your siblings.” only because she is the only one who was cowardly enough to never defy her. like a puppet on the string that agatha has yet to sever. and she can’t even count how much she had tried to.
she doesn’t see her mother as often now but her words and actions follow agatha to this day.
agatha doesn’t desire greatness. but she does desire peace, a tranquil and warm embrace that makes her forget the world has shaped her to be cruel.
as her mother hangs up, agatha throws her phone across the room.
🏠 — Something that made you feel at home.
home never truly felt like home to agatha. it felt more like a glass house she’d been waiting to crack and escape from. sometimes she felt as if she is still living there. but when she opened her eyes, she’s greeted by seoyun’s dorm’s ceiling. she could her seoyun’s padded steps moving about and when agatha turned her head, yerim’s laid beside her. agatha was listening to yerim talk, pause, then talk again. agatha only nodded, an indication that she is listening, urging that she could continue. then when she was finished, they all turn to agatha and she sighed, turning to lay on her stomach. it was if it’s a scene out of a movie where three friends talk about their days, about their relationships, about their secrets. always with a promise of a next time.
home never truly felt like home to agatha, but if she were to ever point a home to run back to, it would be where seoyun and yerim is.
*this is from a headcanon discussed with the muns and written with their permissions!
"the leaf isn't too hard," she says, nodding at the idea of it and she tugs her ipad over to pull; open a picture of a leaf. she's come up with a few designs on her own, though she does like ton look at patterns when it's things she's not too sure of. "i made one before, and the you just have to focus on getting the right amount of stitches to make the shape come out right."
she explains a little more in detail, pulling up a youtube video tutorial on how to make a leaf. it seems easy enough, and she turns to show the video to agatha with a smile on her lips.
"okay, lets start with this," she says, happy to have someone to share crocheting with, especially since it seems that the other girl is actually into it and is picking it up relatively quickly too.
they sit mostly in silence, pausing and replaying the video every once and a while, and she helps whenever it seems that the other might be struggling a bit. she doesn't want to overextend or help too much though, knowing that sometimes she could be a little bit overbearing when it came to sharing her hobbies with people.
(that text post comes to mind, the 'i'm the opposite of a gatekeeper' one, because that's definitely how jiahn is. she would love to share common interests with anyone!)
"the headphone covers?" she asks after, realizing belatedly that she had been asked something. she had hyperfocused on the leaf and had only processed the question now. she looks a little sheepish to suddenly bring it back up, but she nods. "i've done those as a request before," she says, tilting her head slightly to the side. "and i've done little ribbons to tie around headphones too."
if anything, agatha is invested. too invested that her hand forgets to move as she watching the tutorial from jiahn's ipad. her eyes narrow, a nervous laugh bubbling up her throat. though she may look like she knows what she's doing, agatha's actually freaking out inside. but agatha is anything if not determined once she puts her mind into something.
so she nods as jiahn decides that the leaf would be something good for them to start with. she figured that having hobbies other than looking at her phone or doing paperwork would be good for her. she tries her best to keep up with the video as well as letting jiahn be a guiding hand for her.
"i'm wondering that if i become better at this, it'll actually be more relaxing?" she looks at her very sad half of a leaf in contrast to jiahn's straight lines. right now, it's only causing her cheeks to be dusted pink with embarrassment. she's only ever had sketching as an artistic hobby, her creative mind usually running on data and analytics that she sometimes forget to stop and take a breather.
"i always see those around campus, that's why," agatha replies, her eyes furrowed and focused on the leaf on hand, looking up to jiahn only when she’s encountered a tangle in her yarn. “okay- i don’t know if i’m doing this right.”
Looks like three months have flown by already.
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the early bird catches the worm, so they often say. hwaryun is one of those early risers, dedicated to an early morning routine. wakes up, catches the sunrise and then goes on a jog before going on breakfast. these mornings has been a little more special with the mountains, and today he was called by the instructors. strange, even agatha was called over. he wonders if they were going to be dumped with last minute duties considering the two of them are part of the student government? surely, not?
the boy quickly greets the girl with a bright smile on face, before turning to listen the instructor’s… ramblings about stolen LEDs. ah, are they going to deal with missing items again? hwaryun silently prays that wouldn’t be the case, already remembering the headaches they had during yeonchella with the missing shoes.
blinking to agatha, he waits for her to say something before he talking about his alibi. then he realises—wait, she seems… kinda off? he’s worked with her long enough to know her speech patterns and the way she does things. huh, so she knows something about it…?
a bit dazed.
agatha's eyes were ever so slighty glazed as she tries to fully wake herself up. from her sleep or a dream, she doesn't know now. all she knows is that her cheeks have been dusted with pink due to staying out in the early morning cold to watch the sunrise. but she trudges down the stairs with her stuff to be loaded on the buses anyways.
she's about to head towards the cafeteria for breakfast when she catches the instructors calling her over and hwaryun joining them right after. she crosses her arms over chest in an attempt to warm herself up, but also to brace herself for whatever it was the instructors may assign the both of them during the last day of the trip.
upon hearing that the instructors are looking for information on the stolen camp items from last night, agatha listens more closely.
"do you guys know about what happened last night? where the items went?" one instructor asks.
she was there last night. she knows exactly who took the LEDs and started handing them out to students. she knows who took what but what came after capture the flag, she can't really pin point if ever the items were brought back.
usually, agatha will have her signature smile, the same one she teaches her friends whenever they're put in a precarious situation. but agatha's face is blank, her dead set on something behind the instructor's heads.
"i have no information to provide regarding the missing items, i went back to the dorms with choi yerim and you can corroborate my word with hers. but as for who took it, i have no idea."
she finally turns to hwaryun, her eyes expectant. she doesn't know if he gets what she is trying to communicate, doesn't know if he notices the flat cadence of her voice.
she just wants this over and done with.
minhyun thinks this is fun, despite losing every single match he has had against agatha, he doesn't mind. badminton wasn't his thing and he was learning on the fly. he has, gotten better, at least there was that. small improvements but the scores were getting closer and closer. probably the alcohol loosening him up evenmore and letting him play some stupid moves off with more confidence than he usually has.
he brings his beer back to his lips, in between rounds, he's lost count which beer it is, but the weather was still hot and he never said no to a cold brew while playing a silly little game. oh how wrong he was about how it would be a silly little game.
"mmm" he hums, swallowing a big gulp of his beer and turning his attention to agatha. "oh, okay." he can't help but grin. he has done stupid dares in the past, he doesn't care what it is "go on, what do you have in mind." he asks, curious, to see what she could set up as a dare. wonder how far she would go. she doesn't seem like the daring type, no hard feelings, its just his opinion. so this? this would give minhyun some insight on exactly what type of person aggie was.
"well," agatha starts, the latter consonants being dragged out as she thinks of a fitting dare. her mind literally coming up blank, a sign that her inebriation renders her usually focused mind utterly useless.
she is being overly confident. so confident that she can beat minhyun just because she knows tennis? a complete oversight on her part. it's pr best practices to never overpromise and underdeliver. but here she was, eyes flickering from the net to minhyun on the other side, her head tilting to the other students around them, to the group that was doing yoga, to the group that was heading into the short hike that leads to the lake.
the lake…
agatha’s eyes flit over to minhyun, sparkling with a new profound idea, her thoughts is in direct opposition to what the faculty has told her: no one is allowed at the lake after 9pm and skinny dipping is strictly prohibited.
"whoever loses jumps into the lake, no clothes." she doesn't know it yet, but it's something she'll come to regret half an hour later.
the comment about the hair makes her shrug, reach up and twist a strand between her fingers "i'm getting used to it. haven't had short hair since before uni." she'd cut it short again, shortly after not being accepted into uni the first time, so it had been a few good years since eunwoo had done anything drastic with her hair. this time around it was a drunk three in the morning decision and well,. she doesn't regret it per say "oh you have no idea how nice it is to dry and style my hair in 15 ish minutes if not less." she sighs again, this time at how nice it felt to really not have to waste too much time on her hair if she was in a rush. it would dry on its own quickly as well. "i highly recommend it, even if it was a random decision."
"of course, of couse, i never said you didn't make time for your friends. afterall, here you are with me." eunwoo turns around, smile wide on her lips as she looks at agathe "star gazing was fine, learned some cool facts. you can see so many stars here, the lack of light pollution really shows." she explains, turning around yet again only to be greeted by another paddle board not so far away from them and aggie's voice rings behind her in such a way it makes eunwoo laugh.
"the lake might not be big enough for everyone, look over there-" she comments, waving her hand in the direction to their left, at the cluster of paddle boards "you think any of them will have to abandon ship?"
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?"
he can still remember the way it felt, even now; the taste of somaek, oysters, sun baked delirium, stomach ache, tired— she makes these things easy, always. it's in the way she understands him, in which it was easy and made easier by their familiarity. he hadn't thought about it like he should, like it demands. but it was a dangerous train of thought... (he messed up, there's no way to surmount that, that's what it was right)?
the thing about avoiding something is... it can't be forever. he doesn't want to, he can't. he can't avoid her, never. so he does a half measure.
park minjoon hates half measures.
eyes shift and meet, watches amusement hide behind her lips... he shouldn't look but he does. watches her lips, feels the chills up his forearms. he manages a little good natured eye roll with his tired, heavy-lidded eyes. "comforting, thank you."
he freezes up under her touch, ever so slightly, so subtle in the way his muscles tense at the sensation of her fingers in his hair. it's a manual thought process to uncoil his abs and unroll the straightness of his spine. "please," he sigh laughs it, looking away from her to poke at his food as he speaks (grumbles really, sleep heavy voice, barely a quarter as articulate as usual), "are you not used to how i look first thing in the mornings yet?"
he glances over at her (dangerous to do, shouldn't do it), his shoulders parallel to the table but his chin turned to her. he gives her a grin, voice very quiet and soft. "at least one of us looks nice in the mornings." and he very quickly clears his throat. "what are you doing today? plans?"
she knows he's looking.
she doesn't even have to see to know the thoughts that lapse through his eyes. but it is comforting to know she isn't the only one. her hand was still patting his hair down, but then her fingers find themselves moving through them, her nails grazing his scalp. her smile remains in place as he turns toward her, meeting his gaze then.
"i am used to it," she says, her hand trailing from his hair, to his neck, down to his shoulder, giving it a light friendly pat before retracting her hand and focusing on her food, muttering softly, “but it’s weird that your bed head isn’t because of me.” innocent really, she doesn’t even glance back at him as she takes her first bite, nodding to herself in praise of the food that she didn’t have much expectations on. his comment about her doesn’t fall on deaf ears either, a laugh bubbling out of her.
“today? maybe take a walk around, i’m meeting eunwoo by the lake later. i heard there’s paddle boards available,” her eyes sparkle at the thought, turning to look at him now. “yours? i’m sure you have lots to do, lots to see, lots of orders to boss people around with.” a smirk plays by her lips then, teasing.
nothing much has changed between them, really. the warmth in her chest is still there whenever she looks at him, the tingle in the tips of her fingers present whenever they touch. the way her heat beats a slow steady rhythm in his presence. and yet… her gaze flits to his lips, then up to his eyes, then back to his lips. agatha sighs as she folds the blanket covering her shoulders and places it on the empty seat beside her. she makes a move to stand, her fingers tapping the back of his hand. she leans down to his ear and whispers, “be right back.”
she leaves then, not sparing a glance back and heads to the part of the cafeteria that serves drinks. she moves to get coffee on one hand, her nose scrunching a little as she remembers how she doesn’t like the smell, and some juice on the other. she finds her way back to joon and places the cup of black coffee in front of him. “here, to wake you up a bit.”
moments ago, he was dead tired. mind, body, and social battery all drained, such that he might've even had a shot at falling asleep on the rock slabs they call ‘mattresses’ in the rooms here. but suddenly, he feels a second wind coming, rapidly picking up velocity as he 'converses' with her.
“look, i’ve got no problem with being by myself,” he dismisses her claim, choosing to ignore that it might’ve been him that incited this verbal scuffle in the first place. regardless, he’s ready to walk away while the scoreboard is in his favor.
who’s keeping score? nobody. why does he think he’s winning? nobody knows. but then out of nowhere, she hits him with that line — somewhat akin to a blindsided slide tackle — and now the game must go on.
clearly, she is baiting him; unfortunately, he thinks it’s still worth the bite. plus, he simply cannot be defamed like this and be expected hold his tongue. far from the most insulting or childish things he's been hit with (he hears worse on the daily in the locker room), but it's something about the fact that it's agatha trash talking that just irks him in inexplicable ways.
“okay. rude,” he begins, voice oddly calm but the way he stares back at her translates roughly to 'what the hell?'. “strange. uncalled for. unfounded. untrue, actually,” he ticks off with increasing speed as he live processes his thoughts out loud, uncovering more things to take offense to as he goes (mostly to the latter part of her statement).
“and what do you mean that’s ‘too bad’?” he narrows his eyes at her. “do you want me to make more friends? or have more se-- nevermind.” he sighs, abandoning that statement at the last minute. a heroic effort from his brain to somehow finally catch up to his mouth. briefly, that is.
by the time he gathers his wits, he’s somehow holding her beer — or was it his beer now? muscle memory from earlier must have kicked in, because he doesn’t remember asking for it or willingly taking it.
“also i don’t have to ‘exert' effort... have you looked at me? i’m mad cute.” it’s sickening how hard it is to tell if he’s joking or serious; voice deadpan, but his eyes subtly give it away as they dart around, hoping nobody else is in the vicinity to overhear (in fact, he does have a modicum of shame). thankfully they're alone; a dangerous green light for him to proceed.
“and i have mad game.” said nobody who had ‘mad game,’ ever. “not that you would know, of course,” he says with a shrug and a smirk. at last, he makes an attempt to hand the drink back to her; liquid courage certainly not what he needs right now.
agatha is expecting a reaction, sure. but she wasn't expecting this reaction and suddenly, her lips are upturned as she takes back her drink. she swirls what's left of the liquid around as she observes jinyoung closely. from the calm of his vice to the narrowing of his eyes, agatha knows that he's clasped on the bait she so carelessly threw.
sober agatha would've already taken a step back before she bites off more than she can chew. but agatha's definitely not sober still, and her processing is in third place if it ever participates in a race.
he isn't wrong to say the least. she has spent enough hours of her days staring at jinyoung's face in the last few months that she agrees he's 'mad cute' or whatever it is he used to describe himself. agatha takes a step towards him, her free hand settling on his arm, (mock) concern in her gaze. "i'm saying this from the bottom of my heart," she prefaces. "you do need to find more friends, i can't be the only one willing to hang out with you."
the implication that she's making is surely false. agatha knows he probably has other friends, people he hangs out with outside of herself. but it wasn't herself talking at this point. it's the mask, the game, the rush of hearing the defensiveness in jinyoung's voice that urges her. she doesn't blame the alcohol anymore, not when her inebriation makes her mind so muddled, the words falling out of her lips doesn't even sound like her own.
"oh but i do know plenty," she says then, breaking eye contact with him to stare at the fire. she doesn't look back at him when she continues, "given the number of hours we see each other, it's isn't like you've made a move on me. so how good are you at the game, really?"
why are you here? present - day 2 satruday late night event starter for kim seol ( @snowsorrow )
it is already too too late into the night. agatha doesn't even know what time it is, if she is being honest. she left her phone in her dorm earlier when she tucked in yerim for bed and she hadn't thought about it during her whole interaction with jinyoung.
she's grabbed another can of beer at this point and is trying to finish it as she looks onto the black expanse of the water before her. she managed to find her way to the lake and sit by the docks. it was only yesterday that she's neck deep into the same lake she now surveys but after such a long day today, she just wants to sleep it off. but there are too many things going on in her mind. from her morning with joon, her time at the lake with eunwoo (she smiles to herself as this memory passes), her talk with yerim, jinyoung being drunk.
it was all too much that her brain is actually hurting. so she takes another big gulp of her beer. she never liked the taste of beer, generally preferring it with paired with soju, but she doesn't want to get more drunk now that she's sobered up a little.
then she hears it, a rustle and she turns her head slowly. a part of her thinks to be ready if it is some kind of wildlife, but the inebriated part of her remained seated, craning her neck to determine if the shadow before her would bring her harm. it wasn't until the moonlight shifted and that she sees who the figure was.
agatha turns back around after assesing the situation. her usual facade already down, from the alcohol and because this person knows her through their ophiuchus meetings.
"stalking me, seol? don't tell me joon put you up to it."
saved by a star present - day 1, friday night event starter for stella cho ( @sneakysweetie )
she was sure she included it in her small basket, but why wasn't it there anymore?
agatha's hand reaches outside of the shower curtain to feel where her shampoo and conditioner went. after jumping in the lake, the cold still seeping in her bones despite standing under the hot running water, she wanted to get rid of the dirt and grime of the day.
she's sure she had everything upon coming in to the bathroom. her shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, biodegradable loofah, hand made bar soap, shower gel (her whole shower routine basically). she left it out for a bit just to focus on soaking herself in the hot water. she may have let it wash over her for more than 10 minutes, but that isn't the point. the point is that her shampoo and conditioner is missing even though she didn't hear anyone coming in and out of the bathroom. she tries not to think about it too much, gaslighting herself that maybe she did forget it on her bunk as she was getting ready.
she hears the bathroom doors swing open. she tries to peek through the curtain who it was and the tension in her body calms almost instantly. she peeks her head out more, her hair a sopping mess. she kept a tight grip on the shower curtain and presses it by her chest.
"stellaaaaaa," she whines (which she never does) but it's been a long night. "i need your help."
walking companion present - day 2 saturday morning event starter for choi hayun ( @sugarholicx )
while agatha enjoys sitting down and doing nothing but sketching to fill her time, not daring to touch the paint supplies at all in fear that she'll ruin what she's made, she could feel her legs starting to fall asleep. she has an hour to spare until she is supposed to meet eunwoo by the lake, having promised to let her sit on her paddle board. agatha stands to stretch, deciding that know would be a perfect time to explore the campground.
while she's not obligated to oversee anything as the student government weren't given much tasks by the faculty, she is still interested in seeing what kind of activities other students occupy their time with. their professors did say to embrace nature and she could see that everyone is doing that for the most part. she takes in a deep breath, already feeling the difference between being surrounded by trees versus being trapped within skyscrapers in the city. she's been walking around aimlessly without a thought or destination in mind, which is rare for agatha. she is so deep in thought that she didn't even notice that someone's matched her step and is walking around with her. she stops for a moment and catches a glimpse of someone in her peripheral.
"oh you scared me!"
