#sntaeyi

[snsoohyun]

circa 2011

When Soohyun was first placed next to Hwang Taeyi, he thought the older boy was more than a little bit dumb. Maybe not academically, all things considered. His name never strayed too far from being close to the top of the rankings. Soohyun knew his parents got along with Taeyi’s, although he had never really spent time with the older student at events outside of class. His first real memorable introduction to Taeyi was when the older boy poked his cheek during Korean Literature and proceeded to stage whisper ask Soohyun what he got on the first question of the worksheet they were working on. His second real memorable introduction was when the older boy proceeded to take a nap during a transition period and asked Soohyun to wake him up when the teacher came back.

He had not waken up when Soohyun tried to wake him when the teacher came back.

Hilarious looking back at it now, as Soohyun paid for an extra snack and drink at the school’s snack shop for the currently sleeping Taeyi. The older boy seemed to take every opportunity to nap; he had perfected the art of stealth napping despite their desks being in the middle of the classroom. 

Maybe his initial reaction to Taeyi had been a bit harsh. Soohyun was pre-disposed to be overly cautious about boys in his class who tried to act friendly with him. They usually had an ulterior motive. Sometimes they wanted to peek at his exam questions ( which quickly stopped after the third time Soohyun stood up in the middle of an exam and proceeded to grab the offender’s exam and dump it in the trash ), sometimes they wanted to poke fun at how much smaller he was than everyone else ( hilarious, a 13 year old was shorter than the 15 year olds ), and sometimes they just hoped sticking close to him who shield them from Woosung’s anger ( ugh, as if ). 

Taeyi was surprising, and the fondness and friendship that grew between the two seatmates was even more shocking. Altogether way too sincere in how he smiled and the way his voice lilted around his most favorite nickname: Kkoma-yah!

If asked, Soohyun would not say he liked the nickname. But then again, anyone who saw how he smiled would know he was lying.

Soohyun placed a carton of chocolate milk and a plastic wrapped bun onto Taeyi’s desk before sitting down in his own seat. Stabbing his own banana milk open, he took a long sip before tapping Taeyi on the head to wake him up. “Hyung, you have five minutes before break ends and the teacher comes back. You should eat a snack.”

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[snsena]

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there is a sort of violence to her stride. a six-inch blade coming off the back of each stiletto and though it is the tender moonlight that it reflects, instead it glints something sinister. indeed, it cannot be denied any longer that the cadenced click of its sharpened tip as it splinters tiling exists in the perfect likeness to the beating of war drums.

war is coming!, it exclaims. much like the way talks of war always looms over the gentry, turns its golden blush into the shade of oxidised tungsten. ada is almost bored of the theatrics of it all. and boredom, to her, is eyelids half-shut over the cunning gaze, or the breath that bounces off her unsheathed dagger as it rolls off her tongue. boredom comes to her the way it would a veteran warrior who has seen and, herself, was responsible for many a bloodshed, that she would dream of reprieve in a peaceful garden yet all too soon crush its blushing petals between two fingers. war is a habit, the bitter, burning scent of nicotine that she readily breathes in and lets coat her lungs.

so she begins again. click, click, clicks her way through the near-empty bar and towards the golden boy she’d known once upon a time, the one she’d always believed she had wrapped around her dainty finger. here is this finger now, manicured and hovering beneath his bicep like a clandestine affair.

“hwang taeyi?” of course, it would be foolish to approach war without allies. but ada has never been any good at making friends, has she? her lips curl into something soft, too sweet for the sorts of brutality known to the girl, “i knew it was you. i could recognise you from anywhere.” the hand she hovers under his arm doesn’t quite meet skin. instead, she opts to place it along the edge of of his seatback.

“may i sit?”