#sgnchanyeol

[sgnyoohyeon]

❝ — refresh, ★°。

the start of a new semester means the arrival of several boxes from her mother containing food, sent in an overnight package. yoohyeon has lost count of how many times she’s asked her mom to stop doing it knowing how expensive shipping can get, but the woman can’t be stopped. she can literally feel her pockets ache when she thinks about the fact that her mother often sends her too much food on purpose because then that means yoohyeon has no choice but to share it if she doesn’t want it to go bad because it isn’t enough for her to worry about her own daughter, but her daughter’s friends as well.

this time, her mother has made it abundantly clear that the excess she’s sent is meant to be shared with chanyeol, and while yoohyeon has no qualms about that, she hasn’t seen much of him over the summer break (a lot of it her own fault for being busy), nor has she even seen his family since...well, she doesn’t like to think about that. at least it’s a good excuse to go and see him now, footsteps small and light as she makes his way to his dorm.

once there, she knocks her special knock to announce her arrival before calling out to him. “hello~ anyone home~?”

                                                                            ✧ ———  casting call for, @sgnchanyeol ;

[sgnmatthew]

Arcade Olympics

@sgnchanyeol

Leading the way into the arcade, Matthew was already looking forward to a friendly competition of playing some video games against his friend and teammate, Chanyeol.  It had been a long time since he’d gotten a chance to just chill at a place like this. They’d been spending so much time with baseball lately it was going to be a nice change of pace.  

“Alright, so,” he began, turning to face the other guy.  “Arcade Olympics.  We’ve got everything we need.  For martial arts, there’s the fighting games, got the pop a shot for basketball,” he grins, pointing around as they walk.  “The punching machine for boxing, air hockey for... hockey.  Well, we can play anything really, but that was my idea so far, man.  Either way, let’s have some fun, alright?”

[sgnemily]

Party Crasher

@sgnchanyeol Another weekend, another party.  Emily did have more fun at the parties at SNU than she did when she was dragged to her step-father’s parties, which were just full of old, snobby rich people.  At least the snobby rich people at SNU were her age(not that her family didn’t have money now that her mom was married to him).  Then again, she was never technically invited to these parties, but she learned a long time ago that if you “look like you belong”, people will rarely question it, at least not out loud, anyway. 

She was moving along the back wall to get to a cooler she knew the hosts of the party had placed bottles of beer and ice into, ready to get another drink.  She wasn’t going to overdo it this time, but she wasn’t against drinking someone else’s alcohol if they weren’t going to police who could and couldn’t take it.  She pulled a bottle out and turned around to rejoin the party, only to come face to chest with a much taller person.  Looking up, she sees a familiar face she knows she’s seen around campus, but she can’t say that she’s seen him at a party before.  “You drink? I wasn’t sure you knew how to party,” this might seem weird since she really didn’t know him that well, but she observes everybody. 

[sgnsian]

* ❥   ⁝   white flag

♡  @sgnchanyeol  |  she spots them together at the daljip and tries to pay no mind ( keyword being try ) — it’s a free country and chanyeol is allowed to have friends of the opposite sex, after all. they were nowhere near the type of relationship ( if you could even call it that ) where she even had the right to have any possessive thoughts; especially when her feelings were so one-sided. that mindset keeps her company well enough until the two of them make their way into her point of view together, dashing away with each other in tow, and there’s something about how she swears she sees a glint in his eye, something about seungah’s expression that makes her think that they have a robust need to go somewhere more private.

and she comes to believe that this is exactly what she gets for allowing her delusions to go too far — to think that there was even an inkling of a chance with him.

it’s been at least twelve hours since then, sunlight glistening past her window to illuminate rumpled sheets upon a bed, limbs peeking out every which way from underneath, the rays highlighting disheveled hair, puffy cheeks, auburn hues blankly gazing at a random corner of her wall. it’s been at least twelve hours and sian is still replaying the scene as if it were just two seconds ago, throat still constricting because it isn’t able to tell the difference. it makes her wonder how she could be so impossibly stupid to place a man atop a golden pedestal just because he was nice, just because he treats her with basic human decency that we should expect from everyone around us. she thought she learned that lesson a while ago from sehun, especially when she came to find out that it was all a mirage, and it makes her wonder if his personality is all an act as well. regardless, he’s still a man with hormones and desires and he has the right to act upon them. it would of been nice if that realization wasn’t played out to her in real time, so bluntly, cheekily. shout out to god for his sense of humor.

she was not seungah.  kwon sian would never be bok seungah in any form or fashion and the girl thinks that it’s easier to cut her losses now instead of deluding herself even further because how could she even bother to even try to compete with her? someone in a completely different ballpark than the best version of herself could be, possibly. the sky lantern viewing is tonight — the one she had to build up the courage to ask chanyeol out to — and it makes her foolish for even wasting her time and energy to do so, for allowing this to be the highlight of her entire week. it’s that thought that causes her hand to fish around the covers for her phone, palm smoothing the edge of the bed only to find it forgotten upon the floor as she pushes the bags off of her eyes to gaze upon the screen. there was still more than enough time to call the whole thing off, letting out a sniff as thumbs type away at the screen for what feels like hours — typing and backspacing, wondering and doubting — before sending submit and praying that he was too preoccupied with other things to even bother with her. 

⟨  ˟💌  3 ▸ SENT  ⁝  🥰🥰🥰  ⟩    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   hi   ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   i’m not feeling well so i can’t go to the thing tonight   ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   sorry, have a good time though with someone else

[sgnserena]

⭑⭑  the party & the after party

park chanyeol has always reminded her of the human personification of a golden retriever. knowing that she has a love of animals, it would kind of make sense that even she would have a tiny, minuscule soft spot for him. just maybe, possibly.

and maybe it would explain the reason that she volunteers to help him take home a visibly drunk sehun back to his apartment after the party.

and it could also possibly explain why the glances she takes in his direction are numerous throughout the night. they aren’t similar to the looks of interest and curiosity that some of her peers throw his way in hopes that they will get a glance back ( poor idiots ), but it’s more of confusion -- puzzled with the drink that she constantly sees in his hand when it’s known that he doesn’t drink, puzzled in the way that his expression doesn’t match the spirited atmosphere of the club, and yet he remained. and the opportunity to ask is low while they’re focused on the drunkard within their grasp, her mind wondering how in the god damn hell can someone who looks so lean weigh this much? she was known for her strength -- physical more than mental -- but for some reason sehun was a struggle. “was your boy drinking straight bricks or something?”

luckily they’re able to get him to his room and she allows chanyeol to take it from there, letting out a sigh because it’s starting to get a little heated from within her trenchcoat that covers the excessive amount of skin she’s showing with her costume, but it’s too public of a place for her to strip down just yet. “hey wonderbread, let me rest at your place for a bit,” she says towards the other, not exactly a demand but it’s not a question either, “i’m getting hot, and you didn’t tell me that i’d literally be feeling how he drank his damn body weight.” punctuating her sentence with an amused huff from her nose and a light quirk of the corner of her mouth, serena heads towards the direction of the elevator, not bothering to wait for chanyeol to follow even though they were headed to his place. and there’s a part of her deep within that hopes that she isn’t going too out of turn within the boundaries of their friendship, but the words are searing the tip of her tongue and serena, a messy bitch that lives for drama on the lowkey, just has to know. “you can also tell me why you’ve been looking like someone took a long hot piss in your tea, especially after a party like that. that’s not a look of a good time.”    ▪  ▪  ▪  ▪  ▪  ▪   @sgnchanyeol

[sgnxsehun]

   ❝

                                PRIDE gets no pleasure out of having something, only out               of having m o r e of it than the next man... It is the comparison that makes               you proud: the pleasure of being A B O V E the rest. Once the element of               competition is g o n e, PRIDE is gone.

                                                                                                                     ❞

                                        OH SEHUN, P R I D E, DEVIL INCARNATE

[sgnxsehun]

hey, what does it mean if someone says you can drown them?

“……….”

“i don’t know, man. why don’t you go ask naver?”

[sgnxsehun]

` ♠ ; make like a tree.

sometimes ( read: all the time ), sehun gets bored. when there aren’t classes to ditch and practices to not attend and social club meetings to crash, he often finds himself at a loss, left without things to not do and actions to take he isn’t supposed to. it’s at these moments that the campus is most susceptible to his most annoying. all work and no play may make jack a dull boy, but all time and nothing to do make sehun a god damn nuisance.

so he’s on the prowl for an unsuspecting victim, preferably someone with some clout on campus, and who else falls into his lap but one of the most popular boys in school, the golden boy himself, park chanyeol. he’s often wondered about the kid, his oh-so-humble demeanor, the immaculate batting average, hell---the dude’s even good-looking. he seems perfect in every way, but sehun, of all people, knows perfection like that doesn’t exist. it’s always smeared by impurities, destroyed by the world, so there’s gotta be something lurking beneath the surface; a raging temper, some sort of addiction, an untold secret, perhaps?

a sly grin on his face, he slithers over toward the only slightly taller figure, snaking an arm around him as he greets him. “hey there, wonder boy. where’re you headed lookin’ like that?”

◊◊◊ ─ calling card for... @sgnchanyeol​ !