oh! jelly, jelly!

fresh in university, the long study hours in between party nights were becoming essentially more draining. thankfully enough he had made great friends through his first months that helped him through these tough times, being aware how much of a chaotic idiot this guy truthfully was. 

so what was the only natural thing to do if a friend helped you out? invite them for dinner of course! 

alas he was walking along side his ~female~ coursemate, the both of them discussing layout sketches and angles when designing a flat that one had to pay attention to. “ahh please! spare me a minute, will ya? we’ve went through this for five hours now!” in his dramatic fashion his arm easily found its way around her shoulder, leaning half of his weight onto the petite female before balance had him remain back on his own feet, arm casually kept around her shoulders.

his fingers twitched ever so slightly when they approached the restaurant and he could see his girlfriend with the arm of some other dude around her shoulder.

now while he might not be one to talk, jeongguk had actually been a faithful guy towards sana. something about the girl was making him grow awfully attached and while he was sure it wasn’t close to love- it was frigging damn close to the edge of it. perhaps that was the reason why his features stiffened as he held the door open for his now self-proclaimed date, arm right back around her shoulder as he full out smiled into his girlfriend’s face.

“so where do you want to sit, cutie pie, hm?” question directed to his study mate, the female merely rose a brow as jeongguk turned her attention back to her but went ahead to point to a table on the other side of the place.

she doesn’t exactly see him at first, too focused on describing the kinds of ice-cream she’d like to her friend. “let’s get vanilla! with sprinkles of course,” she giggled and the boy beside her laughed, casually placing an arm around her shoulders. 

it wasn’t as though sana minded it at all, she’s used to this kind of touchiness and after all the guy was a friend. but sana was attached and she knew that there had to be limits set to how close she could get to another guy. so she parted her lips and turned to face him, the words, hey, i’m taken! edging at the tip of her tongue when she sees him.

her boyfriend quite obviously flirting with another girl. there’s this sense of anger that rises within her and she’s too angry -- too numb to feel hurt. her eyes fall onto the girl beside her boyfriend and then jeongguk himself.

immediately sana stops laughing, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes staring at the two in front of her. and then he smiles -- fucking jeon jeongguk has the audacity to smile at her while he’s with another girl and sana, as air-headed as she can be pulls away from the boy beside her.

she doesn’t really give too much of a warning, simply walks towards jeongguk while he’s busy with his ‘date’ and ignores the shouting of, ‘hey sana!’ from behind her. 

@sanark

“wait, what?” the thing about younghyun when it came to sana was that he truly loved the girl to death. not the type of love where he ‘like-likes’ her but the type where he’s willing to sacrifice a day from school just to hang out and listen to her rate the boys on a ‘hotness scale’ as they walk past them. a weird and interesting type of relationship but somehow it works. and nothing symbolizes a better “interesting” relationship the two have than the face he was making–an eyebrow raised and top teeth tugging at his bottom lip–he sat across from her with his metal spoon tightly bound in his grip.

you could call it personal preferences or whatever. obviously between younghyun and sana, well, the female thinks differently about his fashion choices. he looks down at his torso to see the shirt and jacket covering his body, “what’s wrong with what i’m wearing?” he ponders, lifting his head to look at her with furrowed eyebrows, “it’s just a black shirt, what the heck, sana?”

he relaxes his grip and tosses the spoon onto the tray in front of them, ice cream melting just like his fashionable pride. for someone who’s been nice to him since their third meeting (yes, it took awhile), he wasn’t really sure if she was traveling back in time to the first day the two shook hands. maybe this was her way of somewhat caring about him or possibly it was her way of saying she couldn’t be seen with him anymore if he continued to dress the way he does but whatever the case was, he stood up and scanned his outfit before trying to read her expression.

“i think i look fine.”

she’s clingy but in a child-like sort of way. she doesn’t like being ignored, or not being the centre of attention most of the time but she gets that younghyun’s been busy and as much as she pretends that she’s fine with him not spending as much time with her, she isn’t. 

so she’s a little more than happy when the both of them finally have some time to go out. it’s also really fun teasing fun of younghyun for what he’s wearing, little grin etched on her face and eyes lifted up into a smile. “that’s the whole problem,” she says, and she looks away momentarily only to hide her laughter.

“it’s just a black shirt! i can’t be seen with someone wearing just a black shirt,” she jokes, “okay i’ll make an exception because it’s you! but really –– that outfit isn’t...” she pauses, searches her brain for the word in korean, “doing you any favours,” she smiles.

as soon as he stands up she does the same, mirroring him. “look at my outfit!” she points at her denim skirt, her white wool sweater and her brown coat. “it’s colour-coordinated and it brings out my hair,” she does a little twirl, sana is honestly shameless, before she turns back to him. “as your friend i can’t have you not treating yourself right,” sana chides at him.

“i have.” she deadpans, leaving little to the imagination of what exactly she was thinking, not when it’s written so clearly all over fair skin and distinct features. “i’ve seen people that ugly. new york changes a girl.” if nayeon is awful, sana is a sort of pair, mean personalities packaged with pretty faces and nice bodies to fool even the most skeptical.

“that guy you dated had a rat face. don’t even tell me you haven’t seen bad before.” she’s prone to dramatic over-exaggerations, but this time she’s being truthful, only saying things as she sees them. “and he was weird as shit. but i’m sure you’ll get the part anyways. you’re much prettier. not that i know what the other girl looks like.” nayeon giggles, arm looped around her bestie’s as she walks down the street. “okay but what if the other girl is a killer? what if she comes and murders you because you got the part and she didn’t?”

and she’s only halfway through her thought when sana pulls her into a store, blinking at the karaoke sign, not putting up much of a fight because it’s pointless. besides, karaoke is always fun, especially when it’s with her friend. “let’s sing cheesy pop songs!”

“yeah,” sana nods her head, agreeing with her friend. “he was pretty ugly. i hated the way he spoke,” she grumbles a little and finds herself snuggling closer towards nayeon. nayeon understood her so well! who else would listen to her complain about her gross ex-boyfriend?

sana gasps, hand hovering over her mouth as she turns to nayeon. she’s all about being dramatic - after all, the girl was made for musical theatre. “a killer?” she feels as though she’s read about a female killer around her age somewhere online before. sana’s always been a drama queen so she thinks about it a little harder and gasps. she wouldn’t be surprised - after all, sana really is pretty - and the jealous killer has always been a trope in plays. “nayeon!” she whines, playfully hitting her friend. “don’t scare me like that!”