#weakkness

[stagedown]

x's and o's present, ophiuchus meeting room written for eun jeongmin ( @weakkness )

ophiuchus meetings sometimes drones on and on. not that agatha really blames avery for it. there's always some tradition that needs to be done or a scroll that needs to be read made by the old men who used to occupy these very seats. granted, they've purchased new seats with plush cushions after protests that if the meeting goes for longer than an hour then they at least deserve chairs fit for kings.

ophiuchus members always have their ego at the forefront of their minds, as if the world exists to revolve around them. maybe it does. maybe it doesn't. but agatha doesn't think about that right now. not when she's in the middle of a very serious game with the person sitting on her left, as always.

agatha wait patiently for jeongmin to stop thinking and just put down an X anywhere on their seventh round of tic-tac-toe. there was a video playing now that she should be paying attention to but instead, the corner of her eye is trained on jeongmin's hand, already planning her next move. she taps her finger on the pad of paper they've been exchanging, as if to tell him to hurry it up before turning back to the video that they’re supposed to be watching. something about virtue, honesty, and truth. which, for ophiuchus’ standards is laughable given their track record. she taps her pen lightly on the cushion arm rest, waiting for the paper to slide back to her.

[thorrid]

as an expert manipulator himself, yikyung can smell bullshit from a mile away. when he heard that jeongmin had conveniently fallen sick on the day of his shift at the kissing booth, he knew better than to offer him the customary “get well soon”.

he's seen how well that boy takes care of himself — getting up before dawn to run laps around the field before yikyung can even hit snooze on his fourth alarm says it all. have you seen how he runs the track team like the navy? there's no way someone like him would forget to take his daily dose of vitamins.

yikyung doesn't need to be jeongmin's friend to know that the fella wants nothing to do with the kissing booth. he can empathise, even he struggles to imagine jeongmin planting a smooch on someone—that is, if he doesn’t scare them away with that brooding aura of his first.

it’s not like the kissing booth was losing out on much without jeongmin’s service. (and even if it was, there isn’t a charitable bone in yikyung to care.) here he was, playing puppet master with jeongmin, threatening to hand him over to the antares guys at the kissing booth if he doesn’t comply with his wishes, for purely selfish reasons.

yikyung chows down a hotdog, mischief laced in his smirk as he offers the half-eaten snack to his prisoner of the day—apprehended while sneaking around the food trucks, as if he wouldn't be towering over the hungry guests hunched over their food with his stature.

“at least pretend like you’re having fun,” he taunts amidst mouthfuls, “unless… you’d rather be at the kissing booth?”

HOSTAGE / @weakkness

[haevenward]

only istus knows. ft. go sohee. ( @weakkness )

haeil was determined to make today a more exciting day for the club members. yesterday, the activity at the d&d booth had been a lot slower than they had anticipated, especially given the fact that sohee was supposed to be going around the festival promoting the club.

with the main draw to their booth being costumes and prop weapons, it's partly understandable why their booth isn't bustling with visitors. no one wants to try on costumes in this weather, and he can't blame them. he's lucky that he's been using his clothes to cosplay as his character. loose-fitting articles with breathable fabrics are a godsend in the heat.

regardless of the costume issue, there was more to the booth than that. the members were doing their best to represent their characters, maintaining a level of entertainment for their peers. even haeil himself had prepared captivating tales to share from his party.

equipped with steely resolve, he throws an arm over sohee's shoulder once she checks in at the booth. “i'm sure yesterday was quite draining for you, having to promote the club by yourself. today, i'll be going along to assist you.”

[100stroke]

how silly of minjae to think summer break would actually come with a break.

well — dramatics aside — he’s spent the entire saturday darting between booths across campus, so much so that he nearly missed both sohee and the act they agreed to watch. in the crowd, though, she wasn’t hard to spot: not many people were still rocking a full elf outfit, heels, ears and all.

an hour slips by, carried by music, laughter and singing along. maybe a tear, or two. midway through, it dawns upon him —he forgot something cruicial. he showed up empty-handed, when he definitely should’ve brought a change of shoes.

“okay, okay. my mistake — but don't even think of making me wear your heels,” he says, hands raised in surrender. the suffocating crowd finally starts to thin, and that’s when he sees them: by a bush, like a divine offering, landing gently from heavens above — crocs, all alone, unguarded, an offering.

“those,” he says, already striding over. “they look... clean. it’s an emergency, right?” he holds them up, then pauses. “i can, uh, lend you my socks…?”

@weakkness

[thorrid]

he can’t remember what he was doing, or what time of the day it was, he can’t even remember who it was that had asked the question. all he remembers was how those words, casual and probably meaningless, echoed in his mind.

“which do y'all reckon is worse — if someone stops liking you after some time, or never actually liked you to begin with?”

the antares guys scrambled to argue their stance, talking over each other, their voices growing louder than it should be in the library. then again, when have they ever been concerned with library etiquette?

the same question echoes in yikyung's mind every time he catches a glimpse of their buried chat history, or her lithe frame disappearing into the crowd without even a glance in his direction. did she pretend to not have seen him or was he really so forgettable? he finds it hard to believe the latter, and this darn ego of his is probably why he's taking it a little harder than he should, for someone who likes to brag about all the options he has.

sure, his pride is hurt. (but at least his feelings aren't... right?) it's not like he spends his time wondering why she stopped returning his messages, or why she forgot about how they said they were going to get his cat a new scratching post. (thanks to her disappearing act, lion still hasn't gotten a proper scratch and is about to destroy all the furniture in his dorm room.)

for someone who has done his fair share of ghosting, yikyung knows how to take a hint. if you still haven't heard from them in a week, and even that is stretching it a little, you can go ahead and wipe their contact from your phone. so it's not like he was waiting around for her reply, he has just been busy settling into his new part-time job.

sometimes, it gets so busy at the restaurant that he forgets about her. that is, until he gets back to his room and sees all the new scratch marks on his furniture, or turns on the radio past midnight and hears her voice, strangely distant now that he's only hearing it through electromagnetic waves. (coming to think of it, she might've always been a little distant from the start.)

he's getting on fine, doesn't even think about her these days. he even decided to order a scratching post online. (waited around for a bit just in case she decided to come back and well, he got the hint.) he probably can't even remember her last name now. (not a feat, he's generally bad with names.)

when yikyung showed up for his shift today, he wasn't expecting to get reminded of everything, starting from her last name, printed on the receipt of her order. right, go sohee. funny, she didn't seem to enjoy eating out much when they were seeing each other. maybe he wouldn't have developed that little crush on her if they hadn't spent all that time alone in his room ordering takeout.

he would peek outside the kitchen to see if she was on a date but he noticed the order was for one portion and stifled a sigh of relief. not that he cares, really; it's a pride thing, really. he doesn't even look up at her order and started preparing it right away. at the rate they were ordering takeout, he didn't need to be in love with her to know her order by heart.

getting her order right wasn't a problem for him. the challenge is getting this plate of boneless chicken to her without the awkward "oh, it's you". she has no clue that he started a part-time job so he can imagine the look on her face if she were to see him in this apron. unfortunately, it was a slow weekday night and he was the only part-timer on shift.

"you didn't specify what sauce you wanted so i told them half and half." he sets her plate down before her, placing a fork and a pair of plastic gloves right next to it. he didn't know which she preferred, he just knew that she didn't like getting her hands dirty. "enjoy your meal."

CLOSURE / @weakkness

[dragonsbulletin]

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[blvebeary]

paging spiderman to jeongmin (@weakkness)

im seolran is not someone who is easily frightened, but the moment she saw the little eight-legged monster, she could not help the involuntary shriek that left her mouth. she places her right hand over her heart to soothe herself. still, the very presence of the spider on her ceiling is making her heartbeat faster with anxiety. seolran wraps her arms around herself and bites down on her lips. she knows that she’s not going to get any sleep tonight unless the matter gets resolved.

slowly backing away without letting the spider out of her sight, seolran swipes her phone off her desk and begins typing furiously.

[ ✉ ⤷ message to eun jeongmin (neighbor) ]  ↳ STOP STUDYING AND COME OVER. ↳ i need your long legs for something!!!! ↳ there. is. a. spider. on. my. ceiling. ↳ please help me :'((((((((((((

truthfully, the two of them are not close by any means. sure, their families ran in the same circles. however, the first time they were formally introduced to each other, seolran had a gut feeling the two of them would not get along. the best explanation she could come up with is that their energies just do not mesh well. but, desperate times call for desperate measures.

seolran glares at her phone when a minute passes and there's no response. he really must be studying. she sighs in annoyance and runs her free hand through her hair. he can hate her all he wants tomorrow for interrupting his precious time, but if seolran can't sleep easily tonight, no one can. she pulls up his contact again and presses the call button. it rings twice before she hears a click and an exasperated what.

"don't hang up!" seolran says, the panic evident in her voice. "i know you're busy, but there's a spider on my ceiling, and i need you to do what you always do and help me get rid of it." after a few seconds of silence, seolran begins to plead once more. "please?"

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