#msukiyoung

[msuqueenbee]

fmk: levi, jianyi, kiyoung

[iitsfriday]

HOLD HANDS?

SHE’S A GRANDMASTER OF HANDS. back up. elaborate. *a grandmaster at holding hands. a local expert on the hands of mokseong. wait, no—well—actually, it can’t sound any better/worse than that. or any less true. the fact of the matter is that friday kang knows hands. has held plenty, has squeezed fingers, has high-fived, has interlaced them with her own, tugged them to pull others close, pressed them to her face, kissed them even. so, overall? an extensive knowledge on the hands of about everyone she’s been close to, boyfriends, girlfriends, miscellaneous, or otherwise. 

                                                                                                                 and? your point?

                                                         oh. right. the point!

the point is that, when presented with this particular task of finding the right pair of hands for her senior project, friday knew exactly who. it’s a no brainer if you really think about it—a pair of nice amiable hands with significant magic proficiency. a nice guy. well liked and smart (smart? well, actually that’s relative. friday didn’t need him to be smart—just chock full of magical potential). though, god! why did it have to be this guy?

it didn’t. if she’s honest. like, wand to her head honest. it didn’t have to be him. he just happened to be on her mind. or well, okay, fine, he never left. damn jock.

high noon, her feet (dainty little things seemingly spelled to instictively seek out disaster beaters) carries her to the great hall—specifically toward the hwaseong table—where gyeon kiyoung sits under the sun like a champion chosen by apollo himself. ugh. ugh. uGHHHHHHHHHHHH. she slows considerably once she nears the end table, momentarily rethinking her choice of hands. read: annoying onslaughts of what ifs, but is, and why nots. 

ultimately though? she bites the bullet and goes for it. stopping in the empty seat beside kiyoung with a determined frown. 

“gyeon kiyoung,” friday announces her presence, chest filling like a balloon with baseless confidence. “i need you.” wait. she flushes. “i mean, your hands—” WAIT. “—your MAGIC.” stresses the word, nose scrunching in self disdain. good going kang. “i need a lab rat for an assignment.” she clarifies, dipping her fingers into her tote to pull out kiyoung’s hoodie from halloween, setting it on the table gingerly and giving it a small pat in quiet thanks for the warmth it offered her that night. the hoodie, not the man. 

“you’ll help me right?” friday lifts her gaze from his plate to his eyes, head tilting slightly. “remember?” she speaks with emphasis, drawing back to night of hallow’s eve clearly. it’s important now to dredge back past interactions, if only to hold him accountable. “you said you'll make it up to me? remember?? after you apologized for being an asshole who played with my feelings?” the corner of her lips twitch at the recollection, feeling a sudden rise in vexation from just rehashing their history in general. but once again, its a necessity to rehash. to make sure it didn’t just slip his mind or whatever! she too, after all, was inebriated for most of the night.

who’s to say if kiyoung even remembers what he said? and where would that leave her if he didn’t? embarrassed? shamed,?on the express train outta here and back to london? probably one or the other.

friday takes a small breath, leaning in close to stare into his eyes, her own narrowing in scrutiny. 

                                                           “rEMEMBER?!?!”       

                                                                                                              / @msukiyoung​     

[msutaejun]

dynamic duo.

@msukiyoung

the last time that taejun's played a good round of paintball is a long while ago. all taejun knows is that he loves the thrill and he's always down for the adrenaline rush. not only does it give him a good run, it also pushes his competitive side out and urges him to do better. most importantly, he always has fun and there's really nothing better than that is there?

typically, getting involved in anything sporty or physically challenging puts taejun in a great mood - aside from tripping over his own feet or smacking himself in the face with his hands with whatever he's holding. but this time is even more important and enjoyable to taejun because he's playing on the same team as kiyoung. it was rare for taejun to play on the same team as one of his closest and best friends considering the junior played his rival as hwaseong's quidditch beater whenever they saw each other on a playing field.

the two have always had a great dynamic despite being in different houses. they could often be found pulling pranks and being mischievous together. if not, they would be attempting to have productive study sessions in the library. in all honesty though, those sessions tended to consist of long chats unrelated to what needed to be done and just messing around. despite being a rowdy pair known for their energetic dynamic and roughhousing, they also shared meaningful moments of being there when things got serious.

it's the idea of winning with kiyoung as actual teammates that finally draws taejun out of his own thoughts as the two teams start padding up.

"they really aren't gonna be prepared for what's about to hit them."

taejun grins widely as he glances at kiyoung beside him, slipping on the protective gear to prevent any serious injuries. if people thought that the two of them were good at what they did individually, imagine how great the two of them would do together. this had always been one of taejun's favorite thoughts that never failed to encourage him towards playing better; for the times he would get to play with kiyoung.

"since we can't take bets on who's going to win this game, let's take bets on who gets the most people out."

[msuchaeyeon]

accident

a mausoleum event starter

     when she had come up with the idea for them to go on the carriages, it had fully been under the intention to try to scare her best friend somehow. she’s not quite sure how she was going to manage that, but that was genuinely what she had been planning to try to do. 

     mostly because it was @msukiyoung and also it was funny when he was scared. not that she had ever seen him scared since they were like ... five ... or something. but the thought is there.

     instead, she had completely forgotten how boring the carriage ride was considering she had ridden it with her boyfriend a few hours earlier. and they had ended up, uh, not paying attention to the ride at all, for the lack of a better way to put it. (nothing nsfw, no worries!) and now, she’s trying to figure out if there was a way to end the ride without fully just jumping out of the carriage. 

     “do you think we could command the thestrals to just ... i dunno, let us off?” chaeyeon asks, sighing as she slumps back into her seat, all plans of scaring forgotten. “what if i literally just jump?” she shifts to peek out the window on her side of the carriage, leaning a bit further when nothing happens. 

     “i mean the view is nice? i guess?”

[msuqueenbee]

kiyoung come to the quidditch pitch for a good time x

[msutaejun]

double trouble.

mirror maze with @msukiyoung​

taejun is sure it's been more than ten minutes now that he's been stuck in the mirror maze. if anything really, he knows he's clumsy enough to probably fall off the walls and his only hope is that none of the sticky charms wear off before he finds the exit. considering that he's also lost in there with kiyoung... it seems like the boys don't have much hope of getting out any time soon.

as he turns to look around again, taejun can't help but sigh at how hopeless it is. everywhere he turns it's just spiderman.

"kiyoung! did you find the exit yet?" taejun decides to shout out loud as he takes a right turn, and then a left and then another right before he's met with a dead end. there's music playing in the area so it makes it a bit hard to communicate, but doesn't stop him from attempting before he beings to climb.

an inaudible sigh escapes his lips as he realizes that maybe the pair having matching costumes for the maze was actually kind of a perfect coincidence. spiderman crawling up the walls... it was definitely bringing out the super in superhero. but he was also sure that on numerous times he was seeing kiyoung's reflections and not his own.

"are you talking or am i hearing things?" taejun shouts again after a moment as he pauses halfway up the wall he's scaling. he's not sure if it's the music in the background or if sir hendrick is trying to add more spook to the challenge... but upon remembering sir hendrick is drifting around the maze somewhere, he accepts that that might be their ticket out.

[arcanexchaos]

○ ▬ @msukiyoung​

nahyun is remotely tipsy and while she promised her sister not to get shit faced, the girl had a much better idea. sitting a little off the main event of the party just away from the buzzing crowd, she swirls the potion she had kept until this very moment. what better way to kick off a great night than drink a mystery potion, right?

just as she was about to chug it down before anyone could stop her, she heard footsteps coming her way, seeing a stumbling, potentially very drunk dude in a spiderman costume heading her way. “hello there spuderman,” she jests, a bright grin on her lips as she holds her potion up towards him.

“wanna join me?!”

[msujunseong]

` bet? bet ;

sometimes, junseong is forced to question his intelligence and sanity. but only sometimes! most of the time, he makes reasonably sane and sound decisions, but being around @msukiyoung? well, one might argue that it brings out the idiot in him, as the first time they’d accidentally gotten into an accident shouldn’t have led them to the stupid competition that they have going on. 

the first time he’d smashed a bludger just a tad too hard and broken kiyoung’s nose shouldn’t have been the start to an agreement of sorts. kiyoung probably shouldn’t have agreed when junseong had suggested that kiyoung could be the one to break his nose, next time. but it had worked out that way, and so far, they’ve managed to keep their... bargain going thus far. idiots, the both of them.

concluding, of course, with the game between suseong and hwaseong where suseong had lost. dramatically. junseong can’t say that he’s not disappointed for the loss, but at the very least, he did manage to break kiyoung’s nose, so not everything was lost, he supposes.

“kiyoung,” he says with a grin as he lands on the pitch after the game. “guess i won today’s? let me take you to the hospital wing.”