#sgnmatthew

[sgnyooa]

⤿ gg bro

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 — [ ♡ ] the sensation of having hundreds of eyes on her is not a foreign one. in fact, yooa could say it’s more familiar than anything. she’s used to being the center of attention, putting herself out there with the intelligence and grace to captivate the attention of anyone she encountered. but the eyes that stare at her now are not welcomed. oh no, if anything, she’s mortified that the attention is now on her. truth is, yooa is used to attention when it is attached to activities that she knows she can thrive in. but when it involves games, something that she is terrible at, well, yooa would rather shave one side of her head than humiliate herself by playing. 

so the eyes that are studying her right now are completely unwelcomed. she wants to hide herself underneath a pile of one hundred blankets. but she can’t because there’s one expectant gaze on her, waiting for her to answer his question. yooa grimaces when she looks at his outstretched hand and she finds her own fingers pointing to herself when she responds to him. ❝ you want me to be your partner? ❞ she says, with disbelief in her voice. then she asks again for emphasis.  ❝ seriously, me? ❞

[sgnyoohyeon]

❝ — ace detectives , ★°。

this was a bad, bad idea.

it had looked good on paper. a few rumors and urban legends about one of the buildings under construction at seongnam, a few spooky sounds, it all sounds like a great lead for the existence of ghosts or demons that she’s looking for, and when they’d first made their way there in the dark of the night, her camera hand had been stable, ready to capture whatever awaited them there, but now there was no way she could get a steady shot with the way she’s trembling, everything in the screen in the viewfinder becoming too blurred to properly make anything out. she’s gripping tightly onto matthew’s sleeve, her sense heightened beyond what she would consider human limitations because she swears she can hear the breaths of the spirits they had come to see.

she jumps, whirling around, camera in hand, pointing in the direction where she swears she’s heard a noise, but nothing greets her except for the deafening silence that envelops them. the sound of her own heartbeat pounds in her head, and her breaths have become short and raspy. “did you hear that?” she asks, shuffling closer to the taller male, shuffling behind him in case something pops out at the end of the dark hallway.

she listens again, and for a while, there’s still nothing but silence. then suddenly a loud bang echoes down the way and she’s shrieking, booking it out of the building faster than she runs toward her favorite pizza place when they’re having their monthly bogo sale. she only hopes matthew is following right behind her. she would feel really guilty if she were to find he’d gone missing in the morning.

                                                                                       ✧ —–  casting call for @sgnmatthew ;

[sgnlara]

𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 ˟

          lara’s particularly lucky that sian had the perspective to bring her away from that potentially damaging situation. if only it meant she was going home as she should be, but she was too tired to move. tired to go home and yet tired of being there anymore. she blames the damned heels of her boots. it’d look too out of place to take them off even if she was willing to walk barefoot and that’s an impossible if in this situation. 

          as warm as it feels now, inebriation still wafting over her, enveloping her in a haze, she simply sat at the bar yet again. not foolish enough, even in this state, to think she could convince geon to let her have another drink, she drinks water as advised, though becoming sober is a distant goal at this point. if anything, once sober, once the pain settles in more, she knows she’ll be less likely to want to stand let alone go home. 

          there’s options, of course, but she feels awkward tagging along with sian and moonbin, feels uncomfortable being around yoohyeon and doyoung in that costume, and, hell, she could’ve even gone along with chanyeol and sehun but, truthfully, she’s still feeling relieved that chanyeol is dealing with that instead of her. two drunken people don’t make a right. resting her head against her palm for a second, she spins her phone around on the counter, free hand turning it this way and that way as she tries forming at least one solid option. she knows there is one but somehow it eludes her. // ✧ ━━ sgnmatthew​

[sgnjongin]

@sgnmatthew | lets talk about dokkaebi the jellicle cat

when jongin wakes up, his ears are ringing and his mouth feels fuzzy and his head is throbbing against the light pouring in from the window over him; he could swear the entire world is conspiring against him. he winces and shifts, realizing that he’s halfway hanging off his own bed, his neck wrenched in terrible pain, the covers all thrown off and scattered everywhere. he’s guessing he didn’t get any sex last night though, since he seems to be wearing more clothes than entirely necessary and his bed is mostly taken up by empty bottles and plates for some reason. his guests all seem to have left though, which is lucky. he hates when the partiers stay over.

stretching and groaning, he leans up and disengages himself from the wretched fluff of his mattress, wishing he’d passed out on the floor, before hobbling over to the restroom and then out into his main area living space, where he hopes all his food hasn’t been confiscated or eaten or broken. instead what he finds is matthew and dokkaebi, bonding cutely like best pals. jongin glares at them both, standing motionless and frozen in the doorjam, betrayal burning foully through his veins as he watches them like a third-wheel. “did i leave the door unlocked again or something?”

[sgnlara]

𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙊 ˟

          it’s annoying, really. forget the hangover she’s currently nursing or the fact that her drink was made wrong the first time. the scene the other girl made in the middle of the coffeehouse was just ridiculous. even more so is the reason why she started yelling at lara and she’s knocking on the dorm room door of said reason. that’s right, some desperate girl ( because that’s the only way lara could rationalize it ) started screaming about lara going home with matthew when it should’ve been her and she was in such shock that she couldn’t say anything. of course, similar situations have happened but, please, it wasn’t as if it wasn’t considerably well-known on campus that she was dating sehun. is, she supposes she ought to say. 

          either way, it’s downright annoying and pretentious and ugly. why would it be her fault anyway and lara’s so frustrated in general that she ends up knocking on his door again, louder this time around, as if it’ll summon him faster and maybe it won’t but at least she feels even a little better hitting the door.  // ✧ ━━ sgnmatthew