sweet dreamer

sgnhyunjae​:

⌞ ⏎ ⌝

“what are you talking about? i sleep fine. there’s no problem,” he dismisses almost immediately. he’s been managing this well throughout most of his university life, and he’s on his junior year now. sure he had to retake one or two general education classes, but he’ll pass this time. then, because hyunjae doesn’t know how to say thank you, he coldly asks, “what do you want?”

    Unimpressed with the calmness of his classmate in the face of, clear to his vision at least, exhaustion Sunwoo glowered down at him. “Yeah, already. Did you hear anything the professor talked about? Have you at all this whole time?” Maybe he sounded a little unhinged as his voice rose in pitch with each question. Typically, only dear friends were the recipients of his exceedingly rare, gentle reprimands. Standing there, a mixture of compassion and consternation warring in his heart, he took a deep breath and chose to err on the side of sympathy before the coldness in the others tone.

“Sorry for interrupting you sleeping just fine, apparently.” Softly, he placed the carefully filled notebook before the sleepy male. In extra neat penmanship the course’s title as well as the date of their first class to now were labeled across its front. “What I want is to give you these. They’re all my notes from the beginning of the semester,” the freshman elaborated, a tiny smile dimpling round cheeks. “You almost ran into me the other night, probably don’t remember, but I thought you must be incredibly tired from that to the point where you’ve been unable to stay awake in class.”

Hana: Hey, are you still angry for losing the match? Just try harder next time. ヽ(￣ω￣(。。 )ゝ

as soon as she saw the incoming call, olivia was up and throwing on her clothes. and she couldn’t help but laugh at sunwoo’s frantic tone on the other end. with her hoodie on and her laptop bag on her shoulder, olivia made her way out. she was ended to their normal coffee spot, one that was still open when she arrived just a little after midnight. this wasn’t an unusual thing to happen, she’d gives sunwoo a piece of her work to read. he does, freaks out ( while she’s in the middle lighting up no less ). but now it’s her fault he can’t sleep so the least she could do was show up wait for her friend to appear.

“as always. please consider stories about fluffy bunnies for my health. i’m begging you.” olivia was pulled out of her thoughts, just catching the end of sunwoo’s sentence as he sat down across from her. "thank you.” olivia gave a bright smile to his cranky frown, pulling the cup of coffee close to her. “good..morning..? beautiful.” now, that was just plan teasing on her part. “c'mon, it wasn’t even that scary this time around.” she swore, sunwoo was just easy to scary. “you keep reading them anyways.”

   Maybe his life before agreeing to exchange writing with Kang Olivia had simply been too tame to prepare him for the horrors she had in store. Every rustle of bushes and passerby on his ride sent shivers up his spine. Practically sprinting into the warmly lit shop, he sent several frightened looks over narrow shoulders while sliding into a seat opposite her. “It’s the middle of the night,” he deadpanned with a hard stare, not even capable of dealing with teasing at that hour. Deep sigh filled lungs as palms wrapped around a cup of hot cocoa.

“Not that scary?” Outrage tinged his tone as the freshman shivered again from the fear it embedded in his heart, enough to make sleep a distant dream. Taking a sip, he felt the warmth uncoil inside him and take the barest bit of tension from his jaw. Fingertips pinched the bridge of his nose as he griped, “can’t imagine why I do when I nearly have a heart attack every time— oh wait, yes. It’s because your atmosphere creation is glorious.” Even in a rare cranky state, he couldn’t completely withhold his compliments. “I could feel every bump and creak of the floorboards, the trembles of the soul!” As he spoke, hands gestured ending with their fingers curled like claws before him. “How could I sleep after all that?”

sgnjiyul​:

BACKDATED TO MARCH 2020

living alone in a rather spacious dorm seemed like a blessing at first, but it almost feels too big for one person these days. he’s too much of a stickler for rules to really challenge himself to bring home any of the animals from the shelter he’s been volunteering at, but plants seem like the closest alternative he can manage. 

jiyul doesn’t know a lot about taking care of plants, but the lady at the nursery seemed pretty enthusiastic about this specific spearmint plant as a stepping stone—so he’s optimistic. plus, it’s kind of nice seeing so much green. maybe he’s a little fond of it already. should he name it?

he’s a little distracted as he walks across campus, gaze flickering from the path in front of him and back to his plant (still thinking of names—is it weird to name plants, he wonders?). it’s not surprise that at some point, jiyul’s attention focuses for too long on the plant, and whether it looks like it might be wilting already. the tip of his shoe catches on an uneven edge of the pavement and he stumbles forward.

thankfully, he barely catches himself. not so thankfully, the tiny mint plant goes flying—and flying until it starts falling, and falling, landing upside down, almost completely upturned, on some poor, unsuspecting student ( @sgnsunwoo ).

jiyul freezes, eyes widening ever-so-slightly. he feels paralyzed, isn’t sure where to begin with damage control. he’s bad with strangers as is, but when a disaster’s struck?

he rushes forward, busying his hands with brushing the dirt off of the stranger’s shoulders and picking up the remnants of his poor, unnamed plant. “i—i’m so sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going, and i—i’m sorry. can i… ah, pay for your laundry?”

    For someone who’d grown up in the big city, maybe finding himself sidetracked gawking at everything Seongnam’s campus had to behold was ridiculous. But the thrill of being away from home, grasping at those first straws of independence made everything feel just a bit more exhilarating and newer. Plus, he’d always harbored a fondness for spring times blooming bright colors.

Stars in bespectacled eyes, he skipped along the path with a light heart and step. University! The big wide world! He was in the thick of everything and couldn’t be happier to share the same electric air with childhood friends and new acquaintances alike. Far too enveloped in the sheer joy of life to notice as another student stumbled and accidentally launched a little green rocket to land on him in a mess of soil.

“Oh dear,” he began, blinking in surprise and confusion, “is this some kind of new student tradition?” As the other man rushed forward to retrieve the hapless plant and began brushing away the mess, he assured, “it’s okay! I always like to get a little dirty in the morning.” Which, as an avid gardener, wasn’t just a kindness to ease the others conscience. “Don’t fret yourself over a few messy clothes. Laundry isn’t a problem for me.”

⌞ @sgnjunhyung

    For approximately the billionth time in the past ten minutes, Sunwoo laced and unlaced his fingers as a flittering smile attempted to hold its place on his face. He’d been assured that he was going to do great. In the moment it was hard to remember, however. “So, have you read any good books lately? I’ve been tearing through this series set in a distant future where space travel is commonplace. The main character is a human alone in territory controlled by artificial intelligence robots whom they work for. It’s fascinating!”

Unfortunately, her answer was lost as the normally attentive youths attention swerved to a familiar figure. Maybe it was nerves or an overactive imagination, but Sunwoo could almost swear he’d see— No. He needed to focus on his date. Getting distracted would not only be rude, but unappreciative of the kind favor his friend had done for him in arranging this whole thing.

“Oh, yeah? That sounds cool.” Nodding, to her missed reply, he couldn’t quite shake a creeping suspicion that he wasn’t making things up for once. Before he could persist, a server came to get their order and the inexperienced male fumbled his way through that. Sunwoo didn’t typically mind ordering for himself and friends, but the weird societal expectations of dates eluded his understanding.

Just when he heaved a sigh of relief as the server walked away, bespectacled gaze met that of the person behind this whole evening. Mouth dropped open, eyes widening to their limits as his head reared back in open shock and disbelief. No. He’d so wanted to think he was just dipping into the endless reservoirs of overactive imagination before. But, there Junhyung was.

sgnhna​:

she was about to turn to begin her journey back to camp when the other scrambled to his feet. out of instinct, she copied his bow and stared with sparkling eyes under the moonlight. although she hoped to spend this moment alone, this company wasn’t that bad. it was a lot better than the shouting of young adults who think they are immortal. when he offered her to stay, a smile pulled up in response.

he was weird. but he was friendly. a stranger in the woods, but somehow she felt safe. she may not trust him with her life just yet, but for a quiet partner to admire the sky with? absolutely. her korean still needed a lot of work so some of his words were lost in translation. nonetheless, her head nods to show she’s listening when his gaze fell from above.

“ thank you.. “ hands were still together at her waist; overlapping one another. “ i don’t drink alcohol.. “ she shook her head. very rarely will an alcoholic beverage be seen in her hands. if it is, it’ll never be emptied. it’s more of a social decoration that’ll have tiny sips here and there. her tolerance is low so a bottle of anything can get her red in the cheeks and giggly.

“ i would like to hear your conversation with the moon. “ she states while shining her own bright smile. she’s a bookworm, reading about these exchanges with the moon. “ the moon is quiet.. but it understands you more than the sun. “ she moves to sit on the log, staring up at the sky. “ i’m not a night person either.. but i think i like the moon better than the sun. “

    “Oh please, it’s my pleasure,” he beamed. “Perfect! Not that there’s anything wrong with drinking if you choose to. I just… don’t, uh, too.” Barely resisting the urge to stare at her in curiosity through the darkness, he settled back onto his seat. While he might enjoy a little whimsy on his summer vacation, he didn’t know many who would feel the same.

Baring his soul to the moon plus company was far more sharing than he’d anticipated when he’d set out that night. Throat tightened, fingertips tapping on kneecaps as he suddenly sat rigidly straight. Bespectacled eyes sought out the old friend in the sky and he began to count the old spots dotted across their face.

Emitting a low, positive hum at last, Sunwoo nodded. “That’s true. The Sun’s always a little fiery, but I love it like that! If no one’s out there spreading their warmth and energy,” palm pressed against the side of his neck as the freshman realized he was getting a little too heated about natural forces. “Erm—well, the world would be pretty cold and quiet,” he finished softly.

“You do?” Hands reached for his bag digging out a couple of meticulously wrapped, homemade granola bars and juice pouches. He set them atop his bag between them in an open invitation should she like some. “That’s good. I think it’s probably smarter to love the moon.” Elbows came to rest on thighs, chin in palms as he gazed fondly towards the heavens. Yes, maybe he’d be wiser to spend his time adoring the beacon of tranquility. But his heart knew it could never switch loyalties.

“Thank you for all your hard work,” he whispered at last. “It must be stressful being so many people’s muse and pulling the tides.”

 ⌞@sgnwonnie

Maybe some folks couldn’t handle shining along with their daily rise, but Sunwoo was not one of them. Humming a happy little tune as he greeted the day, the wholly morning person bustled about well-lit dorm room in his morning routine. Neat clothes from his drawers, a cup of coffee, and his bag had the freshman out the door in record time. After the first few sullen looks from the rare students mulling around, he’d given up on calling out cheery morning greetings, but he couldn’t quite hold back the spring in his step.

That was why when a friendly voice called out to him a hearty good morning, the youth whirled around to wave back with all his heart. Unfortunately, for another person on the path holding a cup of cold coffee. His delight crashed in seemingly slow motion as he watched the beverage spill all over its holder’s hoodie, hands reaching futilely to somehow try and catch the liquid before impact.

Mouth and eyes wide, Sunwoo stared horrified, frozen in spot for a few moments. At last fingers grasped for his bag and dug through the contents for a pouch of tissues. Clumsily he tried to dab at the mess. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Please let me just— yep, right there. There we go.” The barest flash of his tongue slipped out the corner of his mouth as the apologetic youth focused.

sgnwoong​:

@sgnsunwoo

there were a lot of things that woong liked. aside from his love of making music and promoting his soundcloud, he’d also found conspiracy theories really interesting. that of course, included haunted locations. his instagram was basically a disarray of him posting his face, his music and well, discussing conspiracy theories. just like his life, his instagram feed was a mess. 

so of course when sunwoo informs him of a possibly haunted location at school there was no way he could ignore that! he needed to get the scoop! needed to see it with his own two eyes! maybe if he was lucky… he’d catch something on camera! though of course, woong isn’t about to enter an allegedly haunted location alone, oh no. even if he is a fool ( and a big one at that ), he’d need a partner a crime. a companion. and what better person than sunwoo himself? 

and in his own woong-like manner, he’d dragged the boy with him to the haunted dorms. “are you sure it’s haunted?” he asks, pulling out the flashlight from his bag. he hits it a few times, and momentarily forgets if he’d changed the batteries. oh well! “okay… if we’re gonna see something and catch it on camera,” he pulls out his phone with his other hand –– because he doesn’t actually have a proper camera –– “then i think we need to play it smart sunwoo…” he pretends as though he’s thinking hard about it, but he isn’t, really. he’d already decided on this on the way to the dorms. “what if we use you as bait? you’re the type that ghosts like, right? don’t worry! just kidding!” partly. if need be… he’ll have to use his dear friend as bait ( sorry sunwoo, he thinks momentarily. but he needs to do this for the #views ). “alright! let’s do this! don’t worry, i’ll protect you! ghosts are scared of me! that’s why i’ve never seen one.”

    If anyone asked him, Sunwoo would for sure say his biggest flaw was his inability to keep his mouth shut. Swallowing hard, feet stumbled as he moved them one before the other even more slowly than usual. Sneakers weighed him down as though they’d been filled with lead when he wasn’t paying attention. A doubt filled look slid towards his partner for the night, brows furrowed deeply and misgivings occupying all spare thoughts. As far as Sunwoo was concerned, he already spent plenty of time in the dorms. What if bringing someone here made the ghosts angry? WHAT IF HE WAS ONLY MAKING MORE OF A NERDY TARGET OF HIMSELF?

A shudder that had nothing to do with the warm weather rocked his small form. “Pretty sure! I mean, they told me about it ages ago and I can’t shake this feeling of being watched. Little creepy fingers just itching to make me their thousandth companion!” Shuddering again, palms ran over his arms reflexively. “S—smart?” Immediately the freshman thought he was not going to like that at all. “BAIT!?” There it was.

“Listen, just because these things have decided I’d fit into their undead legion doesn’t mean I want to sign up!” Dark eyes narrowed on the other, dubious now more than ever of his intentions. But he’d arranged for this whole mess and he’d have to see it through.

HONESTY MEME: Not Accepting!!

“I suppose it would be in poor form to say something I am working on changing already, like being better at talking to people? Hm, something I can’t change, but wish I could...” He looks to the right, forehead furrowed in deep thought. “Despite everything, I generally am happy with myself the way I am. I don’t know. I guess it would be cool to have magic powers or something? Like earth magic! That would be so sweet. Yeah, I wish I could change my non-magical self for some earth magic, final answer!”

HONESTY MEME: Not Accepting!!

“Oh good golly’s,” palms press against reddening cheeks as he stares holes into the ground. “Well, thank you? I’m trying my best! And of course. I work hard on being open-minded and understanding, but it’s just impossible not to let anyone get on your nerves.” A deep sigh escapes as fingertips dive into his dark hair. “There’s that one terrible litterbug that I have had stern words with. If you’re looking for specifics...” he trails off, wistful, before dragging himself back. “I can’t say that I’ve formed a substantial dislike with anyone in particular here, but that probably won’t always be the case! It’s my first year, just give me some more time to mess up.”

HONESTY MEME: Not Accepting!!

“That’s too hard to choose! Every moment with you is a delight!” Arms cross over his chest, bottom lip jutted out in a pout. It takes him a few moments, but he finally decides on one above the others. “Okay, so this wasn’t that long ago and that may be why it’s on my mind. You were home for a few days and I was studying for the entrance exams that were coming up soon. You came over to my place anyway, saying you had stuff to work on from your classes too, but I’m pretty sure you knew I was freaking out. Admittedly, who doesn’t freak out about them? It’s not like I can hide anything from you though either.” A small laugh escapes him as he shakes his head. “Before you came over, I don’t think I’d even eaten anything in at least a day. Then there we were with snacks laughing over our books. About four in the morning I woke up and realized we’d fallen asleep leaning against each other at some point in the night. Maybe I didn’t do well on those tests just because you were there to help me calm down and refocus, but you’ll never get me to admit it!”

HONESTY MEME: Not Accepting!!

“In the sunroom of a countryside home enjoying a beautiful day! My books are important to a wonderful fanbase. They may not be bestsellers, but that's okay!” Index finger rubs at a temple, almost swirling the dark hair that rests there. “Maybe I've met someone who doesn't even mind my info dumping and it’d be really cool if there were some little ones showing me all the things they’re into. My friends are busy being wildly successful, but we still find time to get together and, of course, I go out to support them as much as possible! I don’t know...” His mouth quirks up the side as he shrugs. “I guess I see myself being happy? Isn’t that where everybody sees themselves in the future? Otherwise, what are you doing and why?”

⌞ @sgnhyunjae​

    If there was one thing in life that Sunwoo could simply not understand it was jogging. You’d be sooner to see him wrestling with a bear than doing that weird half run exercise. His bike suited him simply fine and got him farther besides.

Caught out much later than ever before and would dearly love to never be again, a certain jogger had nearly laid the apprehensive freshman low as he whooshed past him. Truly, as both hands clutched for his chest, heart in throat and stripped of air, he was eternally grateful to see the figure was a classmate and not a vengeful specter catching up with him at last.

The more he thought about the horrible incident the more convinced he became the odd fellow must go out like that nearly every night as he always seemed to be snoozing in their lectures. Between that fateful event and the next time they’d meet, Sunwoo precisely copied his notes from every class since the beginning of the term into a new notebook. He even went so far as to highlight correlating information between sessions in matching colors and leaving annotations to pages in the text which expanded upon or related to the subject matter. Much could be said about the gardener, but he could never be accused of anything less than thorough.