#sosu:cafeteria

[kiddaeng]

( @inssng )

he’s not mad....per say.

he’s annoyed. just a bit. it’s odd. see daehyun says the line with the widest of smiles adorning his features ( it’s a default at this point ). but he’s saying it while getting ready to high five the male walking into the complex. they’re not close but they see each other often to smile and greet one another. they see each other enough to make acquaintance a word for casual conversations and suggestions to egg a fellow housemate’s room. it’s unsafe to put it past daehyun that he wouldn’t egg his own friend’s room.

it’s just been a long morning. he’d gotten in late which was his fault of course but someone asked for tutoring and he ended staying late when they overly compensated. needless to say he had an early morning practice session he forgot about and was running on pure adrenaline when he came back to his room to shower. alas, no hot water.

“you want me to help you decide what room to egg?” the words break the smile from his face and he’s grateful. adrenaline still burns under his veins but seeing the male and putting a face to a culprit calms his nerves. momentarily. “what the hell man, what’d you do that involved using all the hot water? have a hot tub party in your room? it’s another thing not to invite me but------”

he’s not mad. he’s just mildly irritated. it only briefly broke across his skin when he saw inseong and has dissipated in favor of interaction.

[kiddaeng]

@jengjinum

the prolonged silence is if anything welcome. because right after asking the question he’s going through the possibilities of the party. he’s scanning the cafeteria for potential attendees and victims. they picked a weird time to have lunch, it’s a friday and most upperclassmen aren’t even on campus right now but he can pick out some, a few. a few is enough to get the party going and the news spread. it’s not like he knows jinam is going to say yes to the suggestion and it’s not like it really matters. he’d just prefer having a pool party with his teammate, there’s a strange comfort in knowing if some shit goes down in the pool there are two swimmers able to help, and well he doesn’t know the male enough and would like to change that.

he spots a few freshman who seem to like staring their way when they eat at this time. it isn’t coordinate but it’s easier before practice than meeting up and asking if everyone got their fill before. daehyun doesn’t like doing things routine because it makes him think he’ll get stiff in the future so asking about the party is definitely out of the norm for him, but he prefers it. he’s already coined about six people in his mind that will come, three more that will bend with his persuasion and about five that wouldn’t be bothered even if he did ask, and he will. that is until jinam takes over.

he doesn’t move much, doesn’t react much either except for his eyebrow rising as the male doe sin fact climb on the table and shout across the cafeteria. what kind of high school musical bull----- the entire cafeteria gets quiet. it’s not like they didn’t have weird people at their school, last night some kid ran around in a unicorn mascot head, it was probably ten daehyun decides. but still! he fights to control his laugh, hand reaching to cover his face not in embarrassment but disbelief. it’s the cool kind though, not the I can’t be around this fool but the I don’t mind being around this fool. he doesn’t but he lets the sentiment wash for when he decides to talk to jaebin about his choice of friends. 

now he can assess the damage, after typing away on his phone and giving a real-time update to jinam’s foolery on his twitter. now he’s smiling, wide and determined when he faces the crowd, some still looking and some not bothering. his previous analysis was correct and he can only praise himself inwardly as he thinks about the party details.

“shit man, there’s a shit ton of freshman in here, booze or no booze?”

it was one thing that girls weren’t allowed in solace’s rooftop pool, it was another if a bunch of underage kids started getting around alcohol. he was willing to pass up the no girls allowed rule, depending on where they threw the party, but no booze. yeah he’ll pass.

“where are we throwing it then? I got a few friends with pools in the back but news travels fast and we can thank you for that.” in fact he’s already got a few direct messages about it and he wonders if he should have thought this out a little more. 

.......nah.

[kiddaeng]

kim the kid @kiddaeng 1hr 

Did he really just stand on the table? jinam? nah I don’t know him #swimteacaptainguys #sosucafeteria 

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[jengjinum-blog]

"pool party, yes or yes?"

@kjtack

it takes jinam a moment to realize that the question had been indeed directed towards him rather than some other random passerby in the moment. so it goes without saying that the settling silence between them drags for a while longer than it’s supposed to as his fingers carry on tapping against his phone screen at a swift pacing, the text more than likely being some completely dumb shit he’d read in the foreign news yesterday or heard in the club, or even the hallways when finding his next class, seeming how the small grin on his face curls up with lacing mischief that stretches from one corner to the other. entertainment. 

it’s only after he presses send, he notices that after all of that anticipation, that dramatic prolonged silence, he’s sent the text to the wrong person. and he’s too late to switch to airplane mode, too, to cancel out his mistake. oh, shit. was this karma for making daehyun wait for an answer? perhaps. but hopefully that other person’s phone falls in the toilet soon. or something like that. 

“pool party? alright, hold on i’ll ask.” the corner of his mouth nearly twitches when his phone vibrates a second he rests it down onto the table to sit up out of his chair. he ignores it, though. it’ll probably read something like ‘what the fUCK”. it was always the wtf. he didn’t know daehyun enough to predict a reaction out of him just yet, a reaction to what he was about to do, but he knew enough about himself to confidentially admit that anybody would go ‘what the fuck’ again or ‘sit down’ in three, two, one—

“HEY, would anyone like to go to a pool party tonight? yeah, or yeah?” his voice is loud enough to silence majority of the cafeteria as it echoes through with bass and all, almost like a trap mix. heads turn their way and many eyes stare in confusion, some narrowed in suspicion as if wondering if this is a drill or not. but it doesn’t matter to jinam. all he does is give out the time and what anyone who would like to come could potentially bring to make things more fun, then reassures anyone who’s listening, even daehyun, that the school would surely allow it. “because they love their students, right?” so why can’t they have a little fun tonight, right? 

there’s no harm in some free booze and cute girls in two piece bikinis.

[crispyfriesguy-blog]

currently: ten is in a maid suit.

and he wants you to join the literary club!

well truthfully it doesn’t really matter to him. he can hardly stand anyone in literary club. which can be both good and bad. good because at it doesn’t really matter to him, he just wants to spruce up his transcript. bad because... well... his next door neighbors [ @byeolsosa​ @kjtack​ ] both president and vice president of the literary club. had he known this earlier, he would have ran straight into another club, but sOMENHOW he wound up as secretary. now he has to write shit. which is.. somewhat tolerable. 

truthfully, before literary club actually owned up to its name, the three never actually did anything... lit. they were usually just.. dicking around, or something. not literally of course. soon after, when gyuri [ @chachari ] came, and being the first girl to join, everyone was frozen solid because why was the captain of the cheer squad suddenly apart of their useless circle? if you couldn’t tell, none of them really knew how to hold themselves up in front of girls. from then on, and after a little straightening up, the literary club took off.

but now the club has come to an unanimous decision to recruit more club members which leads him to now.  so far none of the girls had agreed to even touch the already-purchased-maid-suits. seeing as it was the month of halloween, everyone decided that wearing a costume would immediately catch and possibly interest future members.

what ten didn’t anticipate was that the boys had already bought maid suits. 

so now here he was, legs shaved clean, eyes rimmed with subtle eyeliner, and a twisted expression that radiated death, doom, and despair. 

as of now, he has yet to recruit anyone.

[jengjinum-blog]

will you bold (not italic) and buy me a new notebook?

@chaeyull

oh? what was this?

rather than focusing on the minor fact that she was asking of him to cop her a new notebook after just sitting down at his table, that pea sized attention span of his decided to clutch so tightly onto the initial bit of her sentence instead, his merely empty brain quickly recognizing and catching onto the sly intent in her tone as she spoke those familiar terms in the same sentence, just as he would. it hit him so hard and swift that for a moment it could have fooled him into thinking that he were actually becoming smart, dissipating from the slowness and merging more with insight and wisdom, or something like that. 

well, it wasn’t like it was going to happen so soon, anyway so dwelling upon it right now did nothing to help. plus he were more biased towards being in obvious wonderment over a girl right now, thick and smooth eyebrows arched into a graceful bow while those elegant narrowed eyes peeled wide as he stared and traced the details of her features with those dark brown eyes in ‘innocent’ surprise. this was his thing. the moment of truth, perhaps. she knew his slogan, though he didn’t even bother wondering how she knew it, exactly. they weren’t friends long enough for her to. but it didn’t matter, for now at least. he’d interrogate later.

if he even remembers to.

now was for him to decide how to react. like, usually—and with usually it’s meant with back in high school, his… carefree days, more carefree than now, he would have said nothing and left her gaping back at his witless smile in silence. the lack of words he would make up for with a written note on a paper, torn from one of the empty notebooks that lived in his bag, asking her to meet him after school in the back where no one would be anymore at the time. just as he’d done majority of the years on occasion, to end up with his hands on whichever pretty girl it was’ breasts, his eyelashes batting her way with so much casual confidence that it would earn him a sLAP. 

or maybe it was just the fact that he was touching her boobs with such a smug, satisfied expression smothered on his face, that silly closed-mouthed smile that most hated stretching from one ear to the other. but that was history. and worth it every time. 

though now he wanted to use a different strategy. to test himself, since he were no mere boy anymore. woah, that sounded cool. “ah, chaeyul-yah… sure, those are cheap anyway.” he began, sitting the small sized cup of iced coffee in his hand atop of the school cafe’s table’s surface and loosely folded his hands above his stomach as he sat back, not letting his thoughts through to her. “i’ll get you one.” then barely waving a hand in the air, a small gesture, almost a silent dismissal to his own thoughts so he could focus. “but on one condition…”

he couldn’t remember when he’d fished out his wallet, but soon the money was on the table, sliding towards her; more than enough from what was needed. “tear one paper sheet out of it and write me a cute letter. to jinam oppa. in bold lettering, please…” he grinned, concealing mischief as he sunk in his seat and allowed the commotion in the cafeteria to fill the silence before he said, “and buy me cake while you’re at it. thank you.”

[byeolsosa]

17% ready to acknowledge that resemblance doesn’t mean it’s the same person

who’s that boy, @ryuyian?

despite the roommate's frequent partying, in his definition of often, jaebin's seen him too much. even more than his own sister who was always quiet in her own room. the friend must have taken classes that coincidentally matched his. he didn't trouble himself with this. it was the fact that he's been bugged every single day to go to someplace. is he not aware how much of an anti-social jaebin is yet? it wasn't that he was actually bugged but he just isn't the type to be bothered with going out so the automatic response has become this elongated 'naaah' even before the question is finished. he can't lie, he's sort of waiting on the day daehyun snaps at him and complain about the constant rejects. the friend had done so jokingly, quite a few times at that, but it was always in jest.

this time around, jaebin finds his roommate. he was sure this was his roommate, at least, despite the obvious difference in fashion and demeanor, and most everything else if he wasn't slow at all. it puzzles him how uninterested 'daehyun' was of approaching him like he always did so, almost instinctively whenever he sighted his rather vapid friend. he might be a bit offended. more hurt than offended, actually. maybe he has been in denial of the emotional attachment that he has developed towards the friend. he was going to resist it, asking him if there was something wrong. apart from that, he wants to know what this new inclination to hygiene was because he was so sure daehyun was fine being smelly all day.

"hey," he starts off with reluctance shaking his whole being. "you attending the meeting tonight?" he says it in that oh-so-casual tone that was feigned, obvious with how his eyes anxiously shifted, as if avoiding contact with his but also stealing glances. he's really confused, i'm telling you. he hasn't even considered that this might be another person because obviously he saw daehyun walking out of their room in different clothes... and different hairstyle... aaaand they don’t even look exactly alike. this boy needs help. and fast.