#sgnsian

[sgnjunhyung]

sgn task #01 — general full questionnaire here.

— what are the last 3 texts you’ve sent? danbi » you want the ones with wings?? should I get the overnight ones too? baekso » hyung THANK YOU 😭 you’re a godsend I swear seokwoo » hi do you want to watch howl’s moving castle with me tonight hahha

— are you apart of any group chats? with who? quite a number of them. a few friend group ones like one with sunwoo and danbi, some school-related group chats with the cinths, photography club members and project group members. oh and there’s a family group chat that we hardly ever use, it’s basically just my mom sending pictures of herself.

— do you customize contact names or enter as given names? mostly given names, unless they change it themselves (in this case, danbi changed hers herself). at most, I’ll give them an emoji or two, especially if I relate a certain emoji to them.

[xsgnwonnie]

📌crashing waves

with @sgnsian​

hyungwon’s comfort lies on the coast. whenever he felt lost, confused and all his thoughts are loud inside his head, his first instinct is to go to the nearest beach possible to clear his mind. sometimes he would go there alone, but hyungwon knows sian would never say no if he asked her to come along. after all, they frequent on going spontaneous trips together. just one message away from either one of them, and the other is ready for whatever adventure awaits them.

it was also convenient that they both live in lim village. though sian lives at a different hall, it was easy for hyungwon to surprise her with a knock at her doorstep. a giddy, shy smile was plastered on the young man’s face, hands on his pockets of his favorite oversized hoodie. god knows how big the hoodie for it to look oversized for hyungwon. they would usually wing their trips together and let the place decide what they would do, but hyungwon does have a place in mind that he’s excited to tell sian.

when the door finally opened, hyungwon waved a small and soft-spoken “hi,” happy to see sian. “let’s go to wolmido island,” he surprised, hoping the other doesn’t have any plans today.

[sgnchanyeol]

DELIVERING A MESSAGE TO: 월광 요정 ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ 문자 와숑 !! ✉️ : before the semester ends, should we go eat at that restaurant again?  ✉️ : i went with a teammate last time and was asked for you ㅋㅋㅋ ✉️ : ah, in case it’s not saved still, this is park chanyeol  ✉️ : i hope studying for finals is going well for you ✉️ : if you ever want to trade notes or study together for our final, let me know! 

// ✦ ; sgnsian

[sgndaeun]

ㅡ * ✰ . one up ,

                                             ✧･ﾟ ——————————— now broadcasting with @sgnsian​ !

usually, daeun is one to mind her own business. okay, so that’s a whole ass lie, but it’s true in the sense that when she sees someone having trouble, she’s not really one to step in as a knight in shining armor, only offering a helping hand if someone specifically asks for it. she figures it’s better off that way, so that she doesn’t get into any trouble if things end up going south. but there are certain scenarios that make it hard to resist doing just that, and she’s caught in one right this very moment, wandering through the various booths and games of the spring festival.

it’s not like she’s following the girl around on purpose (even if she is really pretty), but her eyes can’t help but be drawn to her when she sees her struggling so badly with the games, now hyper-focused on this specific game for some reason, refusing to leave even if she keeps pumping money into it with no results. it’s like watching a parent or grandparent trying to use the internet, typing with one finger on the keyboard at a time, not using shortcuts, asking why there’s no sound when the volume isn’t even on. it’s a train wreck, really, amusing at best, kind of sad at its worst.

she finally loses it, stalking over to where the girl stands, picking up one of the sanded bags meant to topple over a stack of cans. she tosses the bag up once and catches it before flashing a smile, clutching the item in her hand. “looks like you could use some help,” she says, resisting the urge to just toss the ball across the way, not knowing if she’d even appreciate it. “it’s really pretty simple.”

[sgnhansung]

     @sgnsian​ liked for a starter !!! 

   when hansung takes walks through the quad, yeontan happily sprinting by his feet, he knows that the majority of people who stare are only looking at the tiny pomeranian. with his fluffy body and equally fluffy, angry eyebrows, yeontan is a show stopping pup. yeontan is hansung’s pride and joy, so really he doesn’t mind when people stop and stare. he has a set schedule for when he takes his pup out to the quad to walk: monday, wednesday, friday at five pm so the ground is not too hot for yeontan’s tiny paws. and while he doesn’t mind it when people stare, he can’t help but feel like he(or rather the pomerarian) is being watched. 

    he’s seen the female the past few weeks, bright eager eyes following yeontan’s every movement. and again, he does not mind the staring, but he can’t help but feel uneasy at the frequency in which she’s always there. for all he knows, she could be plotting to rat him out to administration for having a pet on campus, and he can’t let that happen. no, then yeontan would have to go back to the farms of daegu, living his days away roaming the strawberry fields. (so maybe not a bad life to live, but yeontan is his puppy. he’s not giving him up so easily.) so hansung finds himself confronting the female when she least expects it. “hi.” he begins flatly. “can i help you with something?” 

[sgnelias]

@sgnsian | we meet again.

Despite the loud, tasteless choice of music, and the overbearing smell of alcohol, it was a pleasant time. Rather than deafen himself through his headphones in the safety of his dormitory, he was amongst his peers—dressed in less than half the proper creative skill needed to exude ‘glutton for knowledge’. There was a nagging voice in the back of his head that told him he failed seven deadly sins’ merlin. But the beauty was in the black, the royal purple, the form-fitting-ness of it and leather. Always the leather. Anyone could tell it was him, however, and whether that was a good thing or not, he couldn’t tell; too high on the nonsense around him. It baffled him, though, when he asked himself: who comes to a club and not drink? But he wanted to be at the party anyway. There was too much to miss otherwise. 

Then, like the entirety of January, the universe brought him in front of Sian—the same person he bumped into every other hallway each morning. “It feels weird not having a coffee on hand to give you. But would you take a cosmo instead?” Normally, there was no way he could smoothly order a drink from the bar, and yet the anxiety disappeared whenever it was done for someone else. Snapping his fingers, he noticed the dark brown liquid on the bar shelf. “Ah right, kahluas exist. Those are pretty bitter, though.”

[sgnchanyeol]

✦ ; unfair

          the night before had been   —   well, part of him can’t remember and, ironically, he wasn’t even the drunk one. it’d been too loud, too overwhelming from the start and he thinks that says a lot coming from him who’s usually one of the, if not the, main sources. there was just something about the party that put him off, maybe it was what he overheard a few guys say when he was walking in, maybe it was the glare he got from the social club he left, or maybe it was the sandwich he ate earlier that day hitting him now with a slight case of food poisoning, which good job chanyeol, for a pre-med student you’re sure smart for thinking any case of food poisoning can be slight. 

          somehow, he became more preoccupied with a certain someone instead of the party itself and, for a social chair, he sure knows how to go way off track. but he couldn’t help himself and even as he’s walking out of one class, the one class he’s pretty sure they had in common this term, he’s thinking about it again, about her again, wondering if she’s okay. it was inebriation that had her talking the way he did, so he brushes everything off, knows it must’ve been a fluke or misunderstanding but why can’t he forget the look on her face when she said it so confidently despite everything else? when he looks up, that’s what he spots her and, before he knows it, he’s jogging over, smiling as he says her name. “ sian -ssi, right? do you remember me? i was worried when you weren’t in class. are you feeling okay? ” 

[sgnchanyeol]

what do you really think of me?

“pretty straightforward of ya to ask, isn’t it?” but he doesn’t blame her for it, for wanting clarification, a direct answer compared to what he’s been giving her. in his defense— no, that’s not right. there is no defending it. anything he did, everything he did, if he really were to pursue sian, he gave her too many reasons to doubt him, to question him, to be upset with him or jealous. 

it reminds him of the argument they’d had in her room when he stopped by, thinking she was sick. the more he thinks back to it, maybe she was sick of his actions then, sick of being confused. for that reason alone, he doesn’t understand why she bothers with him at all anymore. 

“ i think that i shouldn’t answer that for both of our sakes. ” after the summer, wouldn’t it just confuse her again? bring her back into his mess of a life again when she deserves better. it’s enough that he pushes yoohyeon away. enough that he doesn’t answer his father properly. he’s done enough. that’s what he thinks. he looks at sian and thinks. actually, he knows he’s done enough to hurt her. 

“ i think, ”  i messed up again. waited too long to ask someone out again.  “ there’s no one like you. i’m bad at descriptions. ask me something else? ”