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kwcory​:

   he should have figured someone would end up approaching him. 

   is he surprised that it’s seongbin? maybe a little. though cory would never claim to be close with anyone on the team, he likes to think he is at least friendly with most of them. of course, friendly and cory are not really related. he’s polite and he doesn’t go out of his way to be mean – but he also doesn’t go out of his way to socialize with anyone else. those he talks with are either around him already or he needed to approach them for a specific reason.

      that’s beside the point.

        he loosens his hold on his bat, the end of it hitting the ground as he turns slightly to look at seongbin. sweat rolls down his forehead and makes him shake his head slightly. both chilled and hot right now, an odd combination.

           “sushi?“ he parrots the word. lifting his bat back into both hands and taking stance. "perhaps– ten more minutes though.”

“perhaps?” seongbin echoes, a laugh bubbling from his lips (though really, he doesn’t try that hard to suppress it; he’s not that considerate). “what, did you invent time travel and just get back from the 1600s? who talks like that anymore?” he thinks it’s funny. though his words are a bit berating, he means well. it’s just teasing, after all. “nah, not in ten minutes. right now. i’m starving and i’ll literally die right now if you don’t hurry up and come with me.”

hyperbole probably isn’t the most convincing argument, but it’s the only one seongbin knows how to make. he leans up against the chain link fencing of the batting cage, making it very clear that he’s not going anywhere, not going to stop bothering cory, until he relents to his demands to go get food with him and saves the batting practice for another time.

“hurry up. you still need to shower and change. i can’t walk into the sushi place with you and you smell like the whole locker room. they’d kick us out,” seongbin clutches his chest, pantomiming how broken his heart would be if he was denied his sushi after getting so close to it. cory’s not going to ruin this for him, but he’s also not going to let cory ruin himself by grinding until there’s nothing left but dust. it is possible to work too hard.

kwnoah​:

     he finds a granola bar at the bottom of his backpack and eats that quietly, satiating his hunger just slightly for a moment. it’s enough to stave off his stomach growling for now and he turns his attention back to his books. he feels a bit bad that he had spammed seongbin, but he had figured his roommate probably wasn’t doing anything too important anyway.

     only managing to get through about half a page of notes before his phone buzzes again, noah tugs it out to read the notifications that had popped up on his screen. he feels a wave of guilt wash over him at what he reads, though it dissipates not too long after. he taps into the chat though, since he feels slightly apologetic about it though he’s not going to let seongbin guilt-trip him into doing something. especially considering he was unaware of what the other had been up to.

(  ✉  )  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎      ›    seongbinnieee 🥳

••• sent : oops ••• sent : this is just how i text though? ••• sent : also if you were going to do something important you should’ve DNDed your phone ••• sent : anyways you’ll probably see her again ••• sent : and if you don’t then you’ll find someone else hot haha

     he frowns slightly to himself, not sure of what else to say though the hungry part of his brain has noted that seongbin hadn’t said no to his request so he hopes he still picks up the chicken. if not, noah guesses he’ll just have to bite the bullet and order delivery and have to foot the pricey delivery fee. his phone buzzes again and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his lips, suddenly very pleased.

(  ✉  )  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎      ›    seongbinnieee 🥳

••• sent : drinks on me! ••• sent : just send me the receipt and i’ll send u money for my half + drinks ••• sent : ur the best

his phone buzzes five more times. ugh, noah. he really doesn’t learn, does he? seongbin tries not to get too frustrated by it, but then he sees the first text, just one word, and he wishes that modern phones still came with the ability to simply remove the battery at any moment. he’d very much like to throw it in the river to not hear it buzz ever again right now. but seongbin’s also aware that may be a bit of an extreme reaction so he tries to cool it. maybe he’s just hungry too and getting a little extra frustrated because of it.

[ msg to: noah more like NOah 😡 ] when have i ever dnd’d my phone [ msg to: noah more like NOah 😡 ] that’s even more suspicious then it looks like i’m hiding something [ msg to: noah more like NOah 😡 ] anyway i hate you

he makes a promise to himself to stop replying to noah after that last message, at least until he gets back to the dorm. if he texts him again he can sweat it out and worry if seongbin actually does hate him, or if he got lost and died while going to the chicken place, or something. he thinks he deserves a little revenge; making noah worry for a few minutes will have to suffice. just drinks is not nearly enough payback for seongbin’s liking.

it’s intentional when seongbin takes a few extra minutes to pack up his laptop and gather up his other things before leaving the studio. he takes his time, strolling along leisurely and not at all in any rush to get the chicken. a trip that should have taken half an hour tops suddenly becomes forty-five minutes. and even though seongbin is aware that he’s also wasting his own time, he decides its worth it for the satisfaction of “getting even” with his terrible, horrible, inconsiderate roommate who sends way too many text messages.

@kwxeden

he’s not usually a devious guy. maybe that’s why he’s apparently so bad at making devious plans.

it was supposed to be simple: convince eden that coach had suddenly called a team meeting in the gym. make sure he has his work keyring on him. lock eden in the gym, and suddenly the band has no lead guitarist for tonight’s practice. seongbin takes his spot, everyone likes him better, and he’s the band’s new official lead guitar. eden gets demoted to rhythm guitar. everyone (except for eden, possibly) is happy.

but of course things never work out how seongbin plans them to. of course now would be the time when an unusual bout of bad luck suddenly decides to curse a usually pretty lucky guy. he realized far too late into executing the plan that his work keys are sitting on his desk in his dorm, not in his backpack like he thought they were. and unfortunately, they’re already in the gym. which is now locked. and seongbin can’t get out of without his keys.

really, he did this to himself. he has no one else to blame. but, somehow, he still feels the need to blame eden for this.

he’s not exactly sure what to do now. does he fess up to his plan? does he play it off like he’s just as confused as eden is why the rest of the baseball team isn’t here? he decides on something in between: a truth and a lie; yes, he meant to get eden here and lock him in, but no, it had nothing to do with the band and was just a funny prank idea he had as a good ol’ friend, haha. nothing more, of course!

“shit,” seongbin lets out a curse, shaking the gymnasium door and listening to the hinges rattle. unfortunately, they build these things too strong to try to break down. not that he’s tried. “this was supposed to be funny. i was gonna leave you here and let myself out and then tell everyone you were dead or something. like, a joke, a prank. but i don’t have my keys.” he scowls at the offending door even if he’s talking to eden. “i’m so stupid.”

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