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[sanaruly]

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[sgnhansung]

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    hansung is running on one hour of sleep and the only caffeine he's had today has been in the form of his questionable black tea. (do not ask what kind of water he used to brew the tea if you are not ready to hear something something completely strange). that being said, all in all, it’s been a normal day for him. however, the day is not over until his head is planted firmly into a pillow and he lies slumbering, so there’s still time for his day change. 

    he’s cutting through a corner on campus, quite infamous for its graffiti art, in order to get to back to his dorm room as quickly as possible. he’s not expecting to actually find someone there, but as he turns the corner, sure enough he does spot someone with a can of spray paint in hand. in his haste, hansung accidentally kicks an empty spray paint can, letting out a quiet shit when the figure turns to face him. it’s terse for a few seconds as the two of them stare at each other, waiting for someone to do something. eventually, hansung tsks, taking a few steps backwards and shooting the other male finger guns. “ha, yeah. i’m just going to nope out of this situation.” 

[sgnsubin]

oopsy

for @sejunsgn

     the entire trip has been extremely fun so far and it’s only the second day. mostly, subin just likes trying new things and enjoys spending time with people who he loves. and all of his favourite hyungs are here currently, and there’s so many interesting things to do all day long. perhaps it’s a bit childish of him, but considering the fact that he’s always surrounded by people who are older than him that baby him? it’s not unexpected. 

     perhaps he’s just a simple boy who enjoys time with his loved ones.  

     either way, he’s been very much enjoying himself and today is no different. he had found out that there was going to be a meteor shower, and had dragged sejun with him on a nature slash photo walk before the meteor shower was supposed to start. they had found a lot of interesting things—including the fact that apparently the older male was absolutely terrible with taking photos. 

     “hey hyung,” subin comments as they’re heading back out after dropping off his camera back in the cabin, turning to look at the art student in curiosity. “do you think the dock might be a better place to watch the meteor shower? we could go check it out and then text the hyungs and let them know ...?”

[sgnsunny]

‘ will i regret this? ’

if the question confuses him, sunny doesn’t let it show, only trying to usher sejun away from the alleged fifty million people that seem to know him at this party. “i don’t see why you would. you’d be more comfortable in your own bed right now, wouldn’t you?” he asks, huffing as someone tries to get sejun’s attention once again. this is why he doesn’t talk to people. all of a sudden, he stops, looking at the other with a curious expression. “wait, you do know i’m taking you to your dorm and not mine, right? please tell me that’s clear in your head.”

[sgnjongin]

down the bottle throat

@sejunsgn

the group that settles into club insomnia is large enough and boisterous enough that even someone like kim jongin can fade into the lights and songs and chaos of the room while still being considered poisonous, still being the known snake in any garden, still threading enough temptation and maliciousness into every glance and step he makes, the people around him friends but not friends at the same time. he likes them well enough for what they are; cover and amusement, but he rarely delves too deeply into their lives or social queues, understanding that they only hang out with him because partying with the devil is often less painful than partying without him.

they’re congregated up on one of the balconies together, like a gathering of believers for the altar of the unholy, admiring and drowning themselves in the spectacle of humanity on this busy club night, spotlights and pulsing electronic music flooding everyone’s senses. jongin gulps down a shot of whiskey before turning to sejun, the colored strobes and flashes of silvery stuff painting across his face in interesting angles and shadows. “so, sejun,” he begins, putting the small glass rim down onto the table and signaling the waitress for another. “what do the cinths have planned for the upcoming semester? anything fun?”

[sgnconfessions]

circling back to the tkd captain and helio vp (ChanSik™) heres an inside scoop from yours truly: it's like i'm reading a 70k friends to lovers pining ao3 fanfiction but maybe that's just me. they're super cute though 🥰

[sgnyideun]

thirty-one

baskin robbins is a family-friendly establishment. thirty-one flavors! super exciting! so pink! so cool! so retro! so cute! 

yideun crosses his arms against his chest and leans back against his very uncomfortable plastic chair, narrowing his eyes into daggers at @sejunsgn, who’s sitting across the table much too blissfully unaware for yideun’s tastes. on most days that end in y, yideun doesn’t belong in family-friendly establishments. 

he’s not good with making friends and sometimes it just happens (usually against his will) but sometimes it really just fucking happens and he can’t do anything about it, only has to watch his life flash before his eyes because hurricane sejun is here and he isn’t here to play. 

all to say yideun is bitter.

“crocodile tears,” he announces, shaking his head, tapping his foot impatiently. the ice cream in front of them—a dent (okay, not really) in yideun’s wallet because he felt compelled to apologize for hurting sejun’s feelings—untouched. “you fucking con artist,” he grumbles.

it’s not even that he doesn’t really want to be friends with sejun. he doesn’t mind, at the end of the day, but something about the series of events that have led them to this exact moment makes yideun feel like he needs to complain about it. for posterity. for Emotional Release as his therapist would say. for Cinematic Impact. 

the glare eases up and yideun slumps against his seat, reaching an arm out to jab a plastic spoon into the ice cream. he leaves it there. it’s poetic. 

“don’t you have better things to do,” he states, rather than inquires. “or better people to pester into being your friend.” 

yideun stares at sejun, scrutinizes him, and then frowns. some people are seriously just good-looking and friendly? for no fucking reason? don’t people have to pick their battles?

“ugh,” he says, with feeling.

[sgnsunwoo]

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headcanon meme:  🌟- for a secret wish or desire of theirs

 If somebody’s handing out wishes, he’d like some shoes with platforms in the bottom that can lift him up with the push of a button. Sunwoo doesn’t need a lot, maybe fourteen centimeters? You know just a teeny boost! But that’s definitely like second or third wish territory in the wish list, if you will.