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god’s menu;

with @sgnwooseok

upon joining the cooking club, hyunjae had little to no intention of properly participating in the club activities. he popped in for them, once or twice, if it involved cooking something new that he’d never tried before and he needed assistance with, otherwise he’d rather be on his own. ultimately, he signed up for the cooking club so he could use the kitchen without questions, other than when he spent too long in them and night comes sooner than he thought.

wooseok seemed to share the same sentiment. he doesn’t see the other attend club activities either, only popping in to use the kitchen like he did. eventually, wooseok became his official taste tester, and hyunjae was more than happy to try out whatever combination of experiments wooseok shoved into a tray of muffins. it has been a while since he had seen his taste tester in the kitchen though, and hyunjae knew why, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be bitter about it!

another session of cooking was complete without anyone there for him to feed. this time around, he followed a youtube video and made chicken alfredo pasta. he took a picture of his newest creation and sent it to wooseok.

( ✉ ) outgoing → wooseok !

sent: [image] sent: see what you’re missing? sent: ditch your bf’s kitchen sent: ditch your bf

#( god's menu * wooseok )#「 ahn hyunjae * threads 」#sgnwooseok #( lmk if you want anything changed! )

✦ ; love yourself

chanyeol doesn’t pretend to know all of the details — he couldn’t possibly know, even if he’s heard some of it from hwiyoung, even if he’s seen the aftermath with his friend, his next-door neighbor technically, which is great but it means he experienced more than a few awkward moments. he shakes around the existence of wooseok and he’s just not that type. if anything, chanyeol’s always been more of the overly friendly, in-your-face, why-does-everyone-know-of-him type. it’s his brand, he jokes, so it feels odd to be put in situations where he’s constantly around or bound to be around wooseok without knowing what to do. he doesn’t like it, doesn’t feel right, and so he dances around the chance he gets, knowing perfectly well he’s usually the idiot that’s first out on the dance floor looking like he’s about to break some bones.

what throws him the most is that wooseok is a friend of the vice president he so preciously admires. a role model within helio and one of the first people chanyeol felt a kinship to simply because of a smile and a major. any friend of a helio member is a friend of his, that’s been his philosophy since joining and yet . . . he clears his throat this time around, glancing over at wooseok before gesturing at the cooler a few feet away. “ would you like anything to drink? i was feeling thirsty myself and thought, ah, two birds with one stone, as crude as that phrase is? have you ever thought about it? birds are tricky too, how do you get two at once? ”

#sgnwooseok #✦ — 1119 ; love yourself

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the thing is, while he knows @sgnwooseok and for all intents and purposes wholly and unequivocally tolerates him (which is really high praise, seriously), he doesn’t actually hang out with him much. yideun doesn’t hang out with anyone much if he has anything to say about it, but wooseok in particular seems especially respectful of how intent yideun is on doing 100% his own thing 100% of the time.

that being said, wooseok is a “””””friend””””” and also seungwoo’s—who is also a “””””””””friend”””””””””—boyfriend, so his integration into yideun’s life is kind of seamless, easy, and doesn’t leave much room for yideun to protest.

so, yeah, sometimes they hang out. and most times the hangouts are at the campus cafe for ten minutes before yideun realizes he’s supposed to be in class (haha “realizes”), but sometimes they’re not on campus—sometimes they’re in the most nature-y of places that one could possibly find in seoul’s sprawling urban metropolis. sometimes a friendship is just two boys at the base of ansan, one standing on the ground and the other trapped up—yes, up—a fucking tree because he tried to help a very capable cat down.

“it’s fine,” yideun says, and it is. the breeze is really great from up where he is. he probably can’t jump down without spraining an ankle or two, sure, but maybe he can take the day off from crippling pessimism to try to look for the bright side. “monkeys are in trees all the time. humans are basically monkeys. darwinism. natural selection. evolution. science.”

this is a fucking disaster.

yideun looks down at wooseok, who is probably rightfully concerned. the cat, too, is now in wooseok’s arms—and at least yideun has that single positive to this otherwise terrible day. one tree for hwang yideun, one safe cat for mankind or whatever.

“should i just jump,” he deadpans, and it’s mostly to himself more than anything. it’d be stupid. would wooseok catch him? would he not simply turn into a wooseok pancake instead? maybe seungwoo’s spidey senses would be alerted and he’d run over and save the day or something. “or should i just become one with this tree. be zen or some shit.”

#sgnwooseok #thr / tag me #umm i rly did wing it! JFJGJFG lmk if u need any changes 😔#queued

tumble,

@sgnwooseok // tw: minor blood mention

humiliation covers her pink, a curse on her tongue as she stands from her sudden fall. there's a sting on her knee that she knows she's scraped, a grimace on her face at the twinge of pain from the red splotted injury. she huffs as she pushes herself to stand, leg buckling before she catches herself with a hiss. she stumbles back, collapsing into the bench nearest, her purse knocking against it loosely as it dangles from the crook of her elbow.

"mortifying." she mutters to herself, casting a glance around with a small, sheepish smile as she meets eyes of the people around her as they pass by. there's a heavy feeling in her chest from the embarrassment, one that she quickly pushes away as she grabs at her purse with a frown. she sifts through it, looking more and more irate as she can't seem to find a single bit of plaster to cover it. sighing harshly as she pouts fot a moment. looking around, she catches sight of the walking form of wooseok. straightening up, she moves to stand, staggering slightly before she catches herself. "wooseok-ssi," wendy calls out to his approaching form. "do you happen to have a bandaid or something? i tripped, ah...how silly of me." she chuckles, standing up straighter to rub the back of her neck.

#sgnwooseok #thr; tumble #tw: blood #( ty for sending a color! hope this is okay! )

⚠️ a scared text.

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↬ I accidentally deleted my research paper due in 12 hours ↬ anyways i’m brewing coffee with red bull

#meme #sgnwooseok

&& on fire

@sgnwooseok

one thing that troubled him in winter was the overheated rooms in every institution he visited. no matter if it were lecture halls on campus, shops or public transportation, wherever he went he started to sweat. gikwang was definitely not the type who would say no to a warm and cozy blanket (comfortable movie nights were just simply awesome), but with all sports he did he was also the type of guy who rarely felt cold. so he tended to rip open his jacket whenever he got inside, especially in crowded places like the university.

he quickly glanced on his phone to check the time, before looking up and searching the hallways for his friend with his eyes. since they weren’t students from the same subject, they were supposed to meet up at this particular spot to grab lunch together. gikwang was leaned against the wall, his bag containing a notepad and his laptop at his feet, while countless people passed by. faces he had never seen before went by, and even though it was already past their meeting time, his friend hadn’t approached him yet. the hunger made his stomache growl, so he decided to write the other a message, just to receive a short reply how he would be late a few minutes because of something important coming up all of the sudden.

as it seemed like he needed to wait for a few more minutes, and he could already feel the heat rising within him, gikwang decided to rid himself of the pullover since he still wore a shirt underneath. grabbing the sides of his pullover he pulled it above his head, realizing a tad too late how he had pulled half of the shirt underneath as well, which resulted in him revealing half of his abs in public. his ears turned pink at once, as he fumbled on the cloth, noticing how most people just walk by without even paying attention to him. until his gaze meet the eyes of another person, probably someone who had seen it all.

#sgnwooseok #lgw: para #t: on fire #(hope this works!)#(if not pls hmu :3)