#msuastrid

“what is the problem?” it was sunday. it was sunday and hyunki took less then five minutes to make it to asrtid’s door because he was already in the toseong dorms. 

it was sunday and sundays were for soohwa. 

which lately would mean that he would ignore any messages he got, even go as far as to mute his notifications for the day, and spend it lazing away with the toseong head boy. but the one day, the single time he neglected to do so, to silence the outside world, astrid is pulling the friend card, and well, he just can’t ignore it. 

“i put my pants back on for this.” an empty threat because it was no secret that if hyunki was in a boy’s dorm he usually had his pants off anyway. “who are you going to kill?” and really, that was the reason he had scurried down the halls to his friend. 

murder wasn’t cute. 

   there’s a gust of wind, a gasp, and her perfectly styled hair goes everywhere. she groans in frustration. are you fucking kidding me? reluctantly, the woman comes to a stop - the rough drag of her heels bringing her to a bench. she can barely see, her hair scattered in all sorts of places and making this unnecessarily complicated. blake huffs in frustration, but mostly an attempt to blow the strands away from her eyes and unstick from her bright red, glossy lips. 

    such a shame. plopping down on the bench, the woman raises the hand that’s been clutching her phone 99.9% of the night ( damn these pocketless dresses ) and swipes over to her camera. blake quickly begins to pull herself together, brushing curled strands away from her eyes and picking strays from her lips. gross. she sighs one last time, puckering up her lips and smacking them together before closing the app. 

why don’t you be generous, @msuastrid?

though he knows he’s supposed to look sophisticated and charming, as his costume was the fantastic gomez addams, a part of him did want to break character just a little bit. after all, halloween is supposed to be a fun holiday. so even if he has to make sure anais doesn’t see him fooling around with the cowboy hat he got from olivier’s, he was willing to see what the outfit could do with his ego. specifically, how other people would react to it. 

that’s when he runs into none other than astrid kim, toseong’s quidditch captain and astounding chaser. he’s talked to her before and he thinks she’s attractive, but she didn’t seem too interested in her during their last conversations, she always tells him he’s annoying and he should learn to keep his mouth shut. a valid reaction, considering cal is a little bit more irritating than the average person. but he simply wanted to be able to leave a good impression on her as all. so when he spots her amidst the festivities, he immediately makes his way to her with the hat (and the mullet he just gave himself for this moment) on. 

msu:mayhem starter for @msuastrid !

after having far too great of a time dunking professor waters with cal, hazel was finally ready to move onto enjoying the rest of the carnival. that is, she was ready, up until the point when she spotted her: astrid kim, captain and chaser for the toseong quidditch team. hazel didn’t mind the toseong team—not as much as the hwaseong team, at least. even so, she still felt the need to approach the rival captain, her lips curving into a somewhat smug grin.

Miso is one flirty boy, like he is reallyyyy flirty. It’s actually weird to think about how he’s so flirty, because growing up he wasn’t flirty at all, but perhaps that’s because he didn’t know what flirting was. Miso lived twelve years in Germany in a very small city, and the only people he knew were the people in the city and his parents, he was never allowed to travel further than the city, and majority of the city was old people so there wasn’t really anybody to flirt with. Then he lived in France and basically the same happened, he lived in a small city and was only able to talk to the people who lived in the city and his father. Finally when he was eighteen they moved to Korea, here Miso was also able to talk to a little of his family. And when he finally turned twenty he started going to Mokseong university. Here he met people his own age, here he got introduced to what flirting was, what it was used for. At first Miso was the one people flirted with, soon Miso was the one flirting with people.

Miso? Ever since then has been a quite flirty person, but sober Miso is simply nothing compared to drunk Miso. Sober Miso flirts with basically everyone, drunk Miso does too, but in another way, he has no limit, he doesnt care about what he’s saying. And right now? Miso was drunk.

Miso threw an arm around another, he began pouting, something sober Miso would never do. “Oh my you are so pretty” Miso stared at the other “pleeease gimme kiss” he said in a cutely tone.

a yoga class for @msuastrid

“yoga” hyunki starts. “is crucial to tuning your body. it’s vital to being a top athlete.” it was probably a bit past seven am. the sun is just peeking over the campus and hyunki has already been up for an hour. it’s his usual routine, only this time with an added companion. 

“i brought an extra mat. just in case.” he was sure astrid would be plenty prepared, he just liked to be over prepared. the recreation field was empty at this time of day-- which made it more than perfect. “they’re cute. they have kitties on them.” 

he picks a spot in the grass. just somewhere a little sunny and nice against the chill of the early morning and carefully rolls out the yoga mats, very obviously proud of them. 

the start of the school year always makes him the most excited-- to meet the new students, gather up some of the things that he missed and of course, catch up with a few of those who’s lives he actually cared to take a personal interest in. usually, it meant those involved in quidditch, geumseong or not, and astrid was no different.