#sgnseungsik

[sgnsubin]

unbelievable

for @sgnseungsik 

     not gonna lie, he’s not sure what his plan b is in the case that his original plan fails. and it’s probably pretty likely that his original plan will fail because it’s 1) not very well thought out and 2) against the rules. but he had been near the convenience store by the dorms, when one of the stray cats he had been feeding over the last few months had literally climbed into his lap and well, long story short, he was now carrying it in his arms and heading back to his dorm. 

     thank god that he had a single room. hopefully that would keep him out of trouble for a little bit. 

     he’s heading back to the dorms and he has the kitten (she looks young, and small so subin doesn’t think she’s very old yet) wrapped up in his jacket. checking to see that she’s okay—and she’s napping so it seems to be fine—he walks almost straight into someone because he’s not paying attention to where he’s going. not unusual, but the circumstance ...

     “sorry, my bad—” he pauses when he looks up finally, after making sure the kitten was okay, and his eyes brighten. “seungsik hyung!” he chirps in lieu of greeting, grinning afterwards because now he knows he probably won’t get in trouble. “wanna hear a secret?”

[sgnyideun]

sir tonin

every two weeks, they run dangerously low on ramen—which is singlehandedly the sustenance that gets  him (and probably joowon, for that matter) through the hell that is every single day. having to refill their dorm’s stash, however, always seems to come down to a bitter battle of wits, strength, and courage (like rock-paper-scissors, but shut up). today, yideun’s the one dragging his feet to the convenience store. 

it’s kind of nice to get a breath of fresh air, to be honest, and he hadn’t even realized how long it’d been since he took a normal walk. granted, the sacrifice had resulted in his first completed painting in a long while, and yideun doesn’t even hate it (yet), which is a milestone in it of itself. so, he’s not in the worst mood as he peruses the offerings, grabbing a bag for joowon and a bag of vegetarian noodles for himself. 

unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. it’s only at the register as the cashier is ringing up a variety of other shit yideun needed (and was also requested to bring, or threatened into adding to his notes app, because that is simply how he and joowon operate) that he realizes he left his wallet at the dorm.

he kind of feels like a kid trapped at the grocery store checkout line while mom’s run back to grab a couple of things. the cashier’s ringing shit up, and he—a mere child (in the hypothetical)—is paralyzed with fear because he doesn’t understand what it means to have money yet that isn’t 2,000 won to spend on milk after school.

thankfully, he spots @sgnseungsik out of the corner of his eye and immediately sprints to grab the older by the arm, zero explanation, and dragging him to the counter right as the cashier announces his total.

“spot me,” yideun says, and he realizes he should probably phrase it as a request after the fact. “spot me or you’re a coward,” he amends. wait. that doesn’t sound right. “spot me please or i will starve.”