[ princess diaries. ]
@rmnayeon
“alright boys, get in formation.”
the sound of three successive claps follows quickly, a tell-tale sign of hanbin’s impatience. and there, on his lips, lies an ugly scowl.
it’s been there ever since his, and every student’s phone had buzzed with information of the upcoming party.
but it’s not as though hanbin loathes parties; in fact, he argues that there is nothing else quite as satisfying as the synchrony of the booming bass to the quickening tattoo of his heart against his chest. or the bitter taste of cheap vodka and how it leaves his head feeling pleasantly numb. or the sweet scent of alcohol on a lover’s soft skin.
as is typical of every alpha member, kim hanbin loves parties, impromptu or otherwise.
perhaps he wouldn’t have had to worry so much if he had thought to ask someone else to the party. but im nayeon is not a simple girl, and where a simple text would usually suffice with any other, it would be an insult here because it’s her.
she, who is tinkling laughter and devious eyes and blood red lips. sugar and spice, a princess of her own accord.
fuck.
why did she have to be so damn difficult?
[ kkt: 연이 봉이. ] hey babe
[ kkt: 연이 봉이. ] come to your window for a sec
he looks up from his phone momentarily to check their progress, and here is what he sees: alpha freshers slowly and reluctantly lying down on the grass, disgruntled groans grating against their throats every now and then.
hanbin flinches at the chaos.
he wonders if she’ll say yes, if it’s anything less than perfect. what with sehun deciding to send the mass text on the day of the party, he doesn’t exactly have the time to find another date.
“that’s it, just like we practised,” he stresses uselessly through gritted teeth.
the grating of her opening window drags his gaze away from the scene of chaos.
so there he is, with a bunch of alpha freshers on the front lawn of the lotus dorms. there, a bunch of lotus bitches pointing and laughing at the bizarre sight. here, kim hanbin standing beside the word ‘party?’ spelt out by the limbs and bodies of alpha freshers sprawled out on the grass.
the poor flexibility and limited bodies of alpha freshers make the question barely recognisable, but hanbin thinks it’s great effort considering the mere thirty minutes allocated for practice.
“yeonie!” he shouts, a confident grin wiping away any hint of the scowl that once was, “be my date for the party!”
the cherry on top: hanbin shoots her little finger hearts.
