#dichotomousvariable

"alex?"

this isn't the first time taeri has come across him. that familiar frame has been regarded amongst the halls of sua before, but her anomaly did not grant her the power of superior vision or discernment on whether his familiarity was that of an old friend, or a misjudgment. he was too far to confirm, and the threat of abashment swallowing her whole if she were to approach him only to find it was a mistaken identity was enough to keep her at bay.

but her suspicions are confirmed in this moment as she crosses his path by pure happenstance in the library, searching for a vacant table to study ( see: update the curious current's social media while doomscrolling on her own ) at and finding the familiar frame hunched over his laptop at a lone table. gazing at him this range, he's recognizable yet distant ⏤ the young child that she ran around the her new york neighborhood with was still there, though his features have been chiseled out with age and time. still, there's a smile that blooms upon her face at his presence, a connection to a time of normalcy, and she unconsciously continues in english, "like, be so for real right now. is that you, alex?"

and before taeri even realizes it she's making herself home at his table, disregarding if there was another he was reserving the opposite seat from him ⏤ that was no longer important anyway. "oh my god what the hell ⏤ like i knew you moved to korea but i didn't think that you'd be like ⏤" as she motions wildly to him there's an almost piercing sshhh! shot their way at her raised volume, to which she rolls her eyes and continues whispering animatedly, "you'd be here out of all places! and you still look so adorable, aww! how have you been! what are you doing here? wait⏤ you're a fucking anomaly too?" and the emotions roll through her face like a movie screen while she speaks: astonishment, elation, a faint moment of pondering before awe once more.

Even his knocks sounded aggressive, but Euijin merely intended to announce his arrival. Somewhat impatient, a fourth knock followed on the door to Wooseok's room after the first initial three. He took a few steps back to make space for her door to swing hopen and not hit him in the face, as with his luck that wasn't far-fetched. In one hand he'd carried a thin white plastic bag with some snacks, drinks and other items and in the other he was holding the strap of his guitar bag. The simply black case was covered in various stickers of bands and brands he was interested in. Absolutely in the most 2012 tumblr emo esque way possible of course.