#kwrei

[kwhansol]

can i help you?

Starter for @kwrei !

Parties have, since starting college, been places where Hansol has found the attention he sorely desires. However, it’s not always flowers and sunshine when it comes to guys at parties. Often, they’re drunk and obnoxious, handsy and insistent. The one’s who are nice make up for it though, so Hansol never stopped dressing to catch attention. But ever since he’d had a few unpleasant encounters with men at parties, he’d been more vigilant, noting which looked like the ones he should steer clear of. 

That’s how he notices the girl seemingly trapped by what was clearly the biggest douchebag at the party. Hansol doesn’t want to just butt in if she’s got it—he doesn’t want to assume that she needs someone else’s help. She might be able to beat the guy up all by herself, who knows. But he doesn’t make sure to keep an eye on the situation, just in case. 

After a while of the girl clearly trying to detach herself from the situation, and the guy, stupidly, not taking the hint, Hansol decides he’d better do something. If it were him he’d hope someone would do the same for him. There’s a certain unspoken pressure to not upset these guys, as if fearing they might turn ugly (uglier than they already are). So, if anyone’s going to put themselves in danger, it’ll be him to help her out. 

“Hey babe, I’ve been looking for you!” He calls out as soon as he gets within earshot, sliding through the crowd with two cups of water he’d grabbed on his way over. As he stops beside her he looks up at the guy and frowns, “Can I help you?”

[scnatines]

        for @kwrei​ ♡

     she’s always loved university festivals like this, because it made her feel like a real college student ( as if the exams and essays and her millions of extracurriculars weren’t enough — and they’re more than enough, but in a different way ). she has a million things to do with the broadcasting club, but it’s now the tenth time that someone came over and talked about the maid cafe here so her interest was piqued. what’s a maid cafe? are there actual maids? what’s so great about it that two guys have now requested to send video messages to the people working there?

     daeun had gone searching for answers, but as she stands there she feels even more confused than before. but her eyes scan the booth and land on a familiar face, so she runs up to rei without so much as a second thought. “hey!” she says, still looking around as she loops her arm around the other girls in a sudden display of affection. “is this the maid cafe?” she knows the answer, of course, but she figures she would ask just in case ( as if the people dressed up in aprons and maid dresses weren’t indication enough ). “i’ve never seen something like this before? you look cute though!”