#eohansol

[eojaeho-blog]

mercy.

@eohansol​

rumors were rumors, which sounded a little redundant. however, jaeho had to remind himself. it was laughable. a carduus and a lunaria convened and made a club. that sentence alone should have alerted administration, because nothing birthed from either coven could be beneficial to seongsu. then again, what did jaeho know? nothing — according to those around him. he was the daft and simple cho jaeho that his markings carved him out to be. all he wanted was to get underneath the next girl’s skirt. he believed it, too. maybe it was why he felt so pathetic seeking out a certain lowlife maggot: baek hansol. desperation was a funny thing.

jaeho wanted little from hansol. the kid was small and inoffensive. he might even find him cute if he wasn’t from that godawful coven. perhaps he could drop the prejudice this afternoon. he didn’t foresee himself getting lucky otherwise. the problem was that hansol was regularly crowded with his herd of fuckboys. it might seem that jaeho fit in with the bunch, but he found he was of a different species. the motives and means weren’t the same. it was a pity, really. times would be pretty wild if they actually got along. who knows, this could be a turning point for him — but jaeho wasn’t really one to be optimistic.

finally, hansol was alone. it was lunchtime, and the various cliques were congregated in their natural sectors. the boundaries were invisible to the naked eye, but the brain certainly saw them. jaeho eyed the boy carefully from his own area. he wasn’t exactly prepared, but he got on his feet and headed over. approaching girls was easy. intimidation and nerves were nonexistent in those scenarios. jaeho didn’t even know he got nervous. he hated this feeling, and he wanted to shake it off. was boyeon worth it? the thought crossed his mind. instantaneously, every dirty look and roll of her eyes flickered like a slideshow through his mind. yeah, she was. 

he usually didn’t need to impress girls. he was too transparent for that. still, something in the back of his little mind convinced him that this would be fun. jaeho liked fun. fight club sounded a bit crass. it definitely was not his scene. another thing about jaeho, he did minimal thinking and a lot of doing. it all simmered down to one question: why not? it shaped him into a fool, but it’s what propelled him here, before hansol. jaeho cleared his throat and swallowed back his second thoughts. “hey, let’s talk.” introductions were petty, and he had settled on playing it cool. his stare refocused to the scope behind hansol, where the mass of their peers mingled. he shifted his weight a little uncomfortably. he didn’t want to be seen speaking to someone from carduus. it made his skin crawl.

[eosera-blog]

alcohol is the devil’s advocate and yesterday, sera fell into the devil’s hands.

from the very moment she met hansol’s eyes, the sound of the rushing of blood went through her ears. her insides went cold and the hand closing minjun’s door fell. simultaneously, her brain went through several motions. 

one, the reliving of yesterday’s misguided decisions. how she stayed sticking onto minjun’s side, let hansol pour the alcohol into eager minjun’s mouth, and then he had bravely -- foolishly offered sera some as well. sera wasn’t a drinker but with the party being hosted by both carduus and lunaria, she wasn’t given an option not to. and in the daze of a drunken body, let hansol cozy up to her. she can’t remember for how long their lips were locked, fingers tugging into his locks, her hand gripping at his shoulder - how she could feel the movement of his arm from above his clothes. but she remembers the next morning, feeling exactly like now.

and two, how much she would like to complete erase that moment, baek hansol, and his mouth. they needed to have a little chat. the thought of hansol made the doubt crawl into her mind and spread itself like a spilled ink. 

her mouth forms a sneer, not caring where he was going but pushing hansol to back him up into the closing door of his bedroom. jabbing at his shoulder, she is forcing him into his room and telling him in a threatening tone, “ listen up, baek. ” the door is shutting abruptly and sera places herself in front of it. there is nowhere to run.

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[eojaehyun-blog]

and the daggers are drawn,

@eohansol

just like him, he had said. it flickers in his mind, how he wishes the words had fallen on deaf ears ( stubborn boy ). but jaehyun smiles ( practiced ), of course, he relents. 

in retrospect, it all seems rather hilarious to jaehyun. he stands at the edge of the pool, the sound of water splashing echoing in the large room. someone could achieve all he’d ever wanted in the span of one sentence. he blows his whistle, signalling for the remaining team members to get out of the pool, jaehyun thinks it’s hilarious. he tries not to harbor ill feelings, he really does ( he doesn’t try his best, though ). his team members get out of the pool slowly, one by one. it’s a small group, the absence of one stands out. jaehyun grimaces, there’s a single name that hadn’t been checked off. 

baek hansol pisses him off, to put it quite plainly. it’s ridiculous and the situation gets the best of him. but baek hansol had invaded the most private part of his life, and he didn’t even fucking know it.

jaehyun throws on his team jacket, waves off the leaving members and pretends to busy himself with cleaning up. it’s a waiting game, he thinks. he’ll wait here all night just to prove that he is right, that he’s always right. there’s no reason to keep an expendable member on the team when he won’t even show up, jaehyun will say and they’ll agree ( and by they, he’d meant taeil ). he hears the faint slap of bare feet against damp concrete, and straightens immediately.

“what are you trying to prove showing up this late after practice?” he calls out to the dark. he may have not been right, but damn if he won’t let hansol feel like he was.