#mmdaehyun

[mmsunwoo-blog]

MY VISION, YOURS TO KEEP

accio — @mmdaehyun !

sunwoo doesn’t think he’ll be able to fall asleep tonight. not when he’s already on his fifth cup of tea, one too many milligrams of caffeine running through his already pulsing veins, making his hands shaky as the beating of his heart continues its steady acceleration.

he’s heard from a few professors, though, that god, buddha, dumbledore-nim or whatever—that they all work in mysterious ways. maybe this is one of those moments. perhaps the universe was doing him a favor after all, keeping him up all night so that he won’t walk home tomorrow, a big, red “T” branded metaphorically across his forehead.

( that is, assuming he’ll somehow be able to eloquently interpret a random, unassuming cluster of tea leaves into a sophisticated prediction of some poor soul’s certain death by morning. )

he’s been squinting at the bottom of his cup for the past ten minutes, focus only hindered occasionally by a persistent eye twitch. ( he can’t tell if it’s because he’s frustrated, or because he’s just been staring at the damn leaves for so long. )

“hyung, i really don’t get how you can see anything in here. all i see are blobs.” the exasperation hits him hard. pounds against his hyper-caffeinated head like a drum. it shows in the way he sets the half empty cup down halfheartedly; in the way his back slowly slouches into the chair; in the way he lazily drapes his arms across the desk, sending his pens on a slow roll across the uneven wooden surface. they land on the floor with a thud, but the thought to reach down and pick them up doesn’t quite cross the lethargic barrier of his mind.

tired eyes roaming, he takes in the array of notes and tea bags before him. it’s funny really, the stark contrast between the haphazardness of his strewn papers and the neatly organized ones of daehyun ( star student, boy wonder, park sunwoo’s possible divination life saver, that jo daehyun ) sitting a mere two feet away from him.

maybe that difference ( that big, big difference ) is what will make or break his grade tomorrow. only time will tell. for now he decides to make daehyun’s life a tiny bit easier by taking one final look at the god forsaken leaves.

“i mean, if i turn my head this way,” his brow furrows, lips scrunching in last ditch effort concentration. “i kind of see a hot dog shape ?”

screwed ? he knows. how screwed ? that, he doesn’t. 

( does he want to find out ? maybe later. )

[mmseonchan]

♡  written w love for @mmdaehyun.

ju jak commons energy was off the charts. it rapidly became a colloquy in anarchism when the number of first through third years started to outnumber sunbaes who just wanted peace and quiet for their YSAT studies. throw in the random garnish of other houses who had snuck in yet looked right at home here and it’s a damn party. of usual, chan enjoys room reading. hey, nothing feeds the cards like utter chaos. flip a card look up and find a fortune, it’s fools gold. but reading the cards to the sound of chaos when his arithmancy was screaming at him from the back of his mind ? that’s when being a divinist becomes the worst imaginable thing ever and he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. when you’re enjoy yourself. reading some poor kid’s relationships drama energy through the cards. and all of a sudden things get passive aggressive. flip a card and he double takes because oh. that one was for him. KNIGHT OF SWORDS reversed + unfocused and he stares down offended. PAGE OF PENTACLES, also reversed + awareness that you’re off track, + procrastination . well he’s fucking trying to. it only takes one more flip before he sighs into the open air and scoops up his cards like an angry kid called home from a party early. stupid responsibilities, stupid divination. can’t even procrastinate in peace without realizing the consequences and being self aware.

but apparating out and into the open air is good for him, he has to admit. the expanse of vivid, sultry blue and undying orange from the peeking horizon that the buildings of yosul and seoul block, turned down to dim in late evening. the fresh air helps too, he strolls and thinks, ju jak commons was too loud for the kind of constructive thinking that’s good for convergence. but then he thinks on it. stews it, turns it and over like pulling glass noodles until something digestible comes out of his recollections and mental churning. the commons was bustling, even hyeon mu and baek ho there. against regulation and all that. but there was one person missing. at this point, he isn’t surprised. but he is centered again. a wand wave and the useless thing sends him to just outside the field. the quidditch pitch seems more distinctive beneath the blazing glow of evening tide washing it in blood orange and blue. his shoulder propping against the metal of a bleacher as sure enough, lo and behold, daehyun the nearly permanent fixture here.

he’s a quidditch training infomercial, on loop even when no one watches, selling something that makes chan sigh. a gripping acknowledgement of hard work and dedication? the potential of burn out. probably. chan doesn’t know, all these years he’s known daehyun, daily discussions, even different intonations in the buckle of their banter and chime of daehyun’s laughter when it doesn’t fill the room. six years and he’s fully aware of the hair pulling frustration he’s about to go through in the event he tries to pull daehyun down from that training. yet, he approaches. it’s unyieldly really, this spirit of his. what entitty of fate took a look and thought: yes him, give that one the ability to read energy and the probabilities of the universe. he’s going to handle that just fine. chan encroaches the field with a loud yell of nondescript greeting and then plops himself right down into the grass. not sidelined as usual during games, but right in the middle, in what is likely danger zone. throwing his bag around to extract his arithmancy homework and start it up.

he waits until daehyun strays low and close enough that he doesn't have to yell this time. ❝come here often ? ❞ his smile and voice are a lilt of friendly informality,  ❝more importantly. wanna do math with me ? ❞ he wiggles his brows, turns the sentence into a pick up line but his expectations are in the gutter. doesn’t even need to ask the cards this time.