#sgndaejoon

[sgnelias]

@sgndaejoon | safety theater. 

The worst possible scenario for this was, at most, a trip to the emergency room. But it wasn’t the first time he handled one of these sparklers, and it certainly wasn’t going to be his last. The exuding heat was disappointing, however, in single digit degree winter weather. A single sparkler was lit as a trial that quickly left burn stings on his left hand, causing him to drop it prematurely. The fault was entirely his own to simply never learn his lesson and bring gloves along. 

It didn’t take much longer for him to throw caution to the win and prepared roughly half a dozen in his right hand and a lighter in his other. He looked into the dark abyss for any signs of life, wondering if they were accidentally sending out distress signals to unassuming persons. “Joon! What the hell are you doing? I’m gonna break your camera if I freeze out here!” The experimental machine fan was sitting stoic to his far right and, if he were honest, he was afraid to use it. Strength to pick it up aside, these sparklers could potentially spin out of control and land in his eye. There was at least a semblance of control with the thin pieces in his grip.

[sgnrose-blog]

.snapshot

starter for @sgndaejoon !

it’s perfect weather for taking photos, or at least san thinks so, in his non-professional opinion. the sun’s out, but it isn’t too bright, and it’s warm enough for san to wear something that shows a little skin, thanks to spring arriving. he feels he looks his best when his arms are on show, so he’d gone for a sleeveless shirt tucked into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans - simple but it showed off his figure, or so his friends said when he’d worn the outfit in the past. 

“so, what kind of pictures do you wanna take?” he asks daejoon, hugging his leather jacket tighter around him. he’d thrown it on when he’d realised it wasn’t really warm enough yet to go out completely jacketless. “something sexy?” he jokes, winking at daejoon. he’s known him long enough to know that would suit him, but san isn’t sure he’d be good at being sexy. 

“i don’t know if i suit sexy, though. i can do cool? or fun? but if you’re looking for sexy... you should probably ask jung.” he laughs, ruffling his hair a little bashfully, trying not to think about himself attempting to be sexy; that would never go well. “so, tell me more about the project?”

[sgnwendy]

not interested,

@sgndaejoon

it's nice being from a well off family. there's a lot of luxury, a lot of material things she enjoys-- the attention, wants and needs being catered to-- it's a life as close to kings and queens that she can get. the only thing that sucks about it is that her parents think connections are everything. the more connections you have, the better; it'll keep you safe, it'll keep you stable, yada yada.

which leaves her here, heading to the destination of a blasted blind date. the thought makes her grimace, but it's never a question of no with her parents when they're actually around to lecture her. she doesn't like it-- so maybe that's why she's not taking it very seriously. to start, she walks in ten minutes late, a casual smile on her face as she follows her waitress to their chosen table. the male sitting there makes her eyebrow raise, recognition briefly settling from seeing him around campus. she gives her thanks as she sits down across from him, carefully placing her purse next to her. making herself comfortable for a few seconds, she glances up with the same practiced smile.

"sorry, i was caught up with something." she starts immediately. she gently moves her hair over one shoulder before folding her hands in her lap. "daejoon-ssi, right? my name is wendy, thank you for meeting with me." it's like a script leaving her mouth, quick and precise to the point.

[sgnxgikwang]

&& whistling fills the air

@sgndaejoon

whenever there was a exam coming up, gikwang would go and get a stack of books that might be useful for his studies. in these modern days it was obviously easier to research using a computer, but he had always thought that studying with books was usually more efficient than anything else. so here he was, rushing through the halls, while balancing the stack of radiology and anatomy books of all kinds on his arms. there were quite a good amount of people passing him, busy themselves, so the medicine student had to be careful to not run into someone else.

but even when he was as careful as possible, someone else bumped into him, caused him to topple all of his stuff over. blinking at person rushing away without even an apology, he stood there for a moment, before bending over to pick up his stuff. some people were just too rude. shaking his head, he picked up each book, knocked off the dust, and proceeded with the next one. when he was about to grab the last one, he heard a whistle from behind. raising his upper body, he turned back to look at a guy standing behind him. did he heard wrong or had the other just catcalled him? “um, do you need something?”