#msukangdae

"stop." she holds a finger up and doesn't look away from her book. she hadn't even been paying attention to the bar around her, borealis usually fairly busy at this time. all that elodie cared about was that she had gotten herself a table in the corner alone and intended to keep it that way. so when she spotted him moving out of the corner of her eye, she really didn't think much of it because plenty of people were moving about. it wasn't that big of a deal.

until the chair opposite her was being pulled out. it only takes her a second to flick her eyes up, roll them, and look back down at her book.

and of course the, "stop." because she was nearly finished with the page. she wasn't about her momentum. but she takes her time, just to be a little difficult, finger still held in the air.

after a minute she finally sighs, closing her book and setting it down on the table, fixing the male with a bored gaze. "is there a reason you thought i was friendly enough to let you sit at my table?" she asks, deadpan, folding her hands together atop her book. elodie glances over him. she only knows of this one vaguely-- only in passing and only because he was actually very easy on the eyes.

not that she would be admitting that to him anytime soon-- or ever.

"or are you just a little bit slow?"

SHE WENT OVER THE LIMIT. friday knows this fully well, can tell by the way her body sways without permission, ground under her now bare feet swaying back and forth like a pendulum; has her arms stuck out like a flightless bird trying to balance on solid ground. too much. but it didn’t matter, well to be fair after the nth cup nothing hardly matters. though friday is at least lucky that she had a predesignated walking buddy. that at the end of the night, she has someone to cling to on the walk back to the dorms. a kind, forgiving, big-hearted-meaty-chested (ed? is that a word? it is right??) buddy who did not seem to mind in the slightest that she threw him into a tree. whew.

or. friday pauses to watch him walk a couple feet ahead rather than beside her (OR maybe YOU’RE slowing down, friday!!), her spelled platforms skipping alongside him. maybe he does. 

                                 well, that’s not really second male lead of him.

“kangdae!” she whines, tongue thick with childhood’s accent; one that so naturally slips out whenever the two are alone. “kANGDAYDAY!!” friday repeats, this time in nearly belligerent english, body hot despite the crisp night chill. she takes a minute to tug off the hoodie she had stolen prior, tying it off around her waist. by the time she was ready to yell a third time, the caped giant was already within breathing distance, eyes held with a certain concern that friday is either unable to read or bothered enough to process.

instead, she lifts onto her toes to slap her hands against his cheeks, tugging him down to eye level. “i have something to tell you.” friday speaks slow, trying her best to sound coherent despite the heaviness of her tongue. this is a serious matter after all. she’s been holding it in all night after all. 

“i—” she pauses, eyes flicking around to make sure the coast is clear. this is, after all, something that should only be heard by kangdae’s ears alone. and, suspicious of any eavesdropping shrubbery, her hands drop to reach for the sides of kangdae’s cape, flipping them over both of their heads to lock under her chin for a makeshift “privacy bubble”. yeah, because certainly nobody will be able to hear her under this.

"i,” friday meets his eyes, pupils blown and teeth sinking into her lower lip. confession of the century? it certainly feels like it. “i...stole all the licorice wands at the dessert table.”

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msukangdae​

The wizarding world had managed to intertwine the ideas of muggle technology and magic at a rapid pace. There was so much to do on her wizlet that Malia hardly ever looked to her average cell phone at all these days. The only exception being for TikTok. With so many viral trends and content being uploaded every day, it was hard to not get consumed in her FYP for too long. (Although, feeling the intense stare from her mother was usually enough to get her to put her phone away.)

One person who happened to share her interest was luckily not too far away since she often visited her brother at the Geumseong common rooms.

“Kangdae!” She giggled excitedly as she ran down the hall to approach him, phone in hand. It was a bit out of character for Malia to shout as loudly as she did, but it was difficult to suppress when Kangdae’s silly energy was so contagious. 

watching a movie with @msukangdae​. 

“i don’t get this.” honestly, nate isn’t that big of a movie person. well, depends on the movie — animated ones, he can get behind, but this? he can barely even tell what it is they’re watching. some kind of horror movie? mystery? some other weird movie genre? he doesn’t know, all he knows is this movie sure is confusing as hell. which is, to be fair, how he feels about most movies, but still.

event starter for @msucallie​ & @msukangdae​

halloween was one of the nights each year that seojun let himself live a little more than usual, which is why even after his usual maximum of five shots, he was texting his two friends to meet him by the pool of universe for some shenanigans. he assumed everyone would be so busy at the numerous mini events that no one would notice the three partying it up under the midnight sky, but just to be sure seojun made sure to get his hands on an invisibility cloak. if you were wondering how he was able to obtain it— don’t worry about it! he planned to return it eventually. 

for this specific night, seojun had bought a load of alcohol and bud, and he was set on getting each and every one of his friends as off their ass as he was ( with consent of course ). personally, seojun couldn’t believe he got callie to say yes to this, as the two had an interesting dynamic. nonetheless, he was waiting for her and kangdae with 3 joints, one for each individual, as a treat. 

SHE’S NOT SURE HOW IT ENDED UP LIKE THIS. chalk it up to the geumseong brain. reckless incarnate. young! wild!! and!!! free!!!! why else would they be doing this? even when pitching the idea friday knew it wasn’t gonna be one with a 100% nobody-gets-hurt-in-the-process rate. but it’s late, the moon is big and round, a clear night sky with dollops of cloud—aka the perfect backdrop for a good zimzalabim photo.

                          and friday, after nursing a beer or two, has the perfect idea.

“OKAY!!!” she cups her mouth with one hand, waving her wand in the air to the tall boy standing further back. kangdae, from this distance, really does look like a tree. “READY???” not a good idea friday. not. but who’s going to stop her? him? them? 

                                              kang seojun is where???? NOT here!

friday readies her aim as soon as she gets the confirmation, pointing directly at kangdae. again, NOT a good idea. she takes a breath, “wingardium levioSA!!” and up he goes.

“ohmygod,” she gushes, surprisingly gobsmacked somehow for someone who suggested it. not that she was ever unsure of her own magic capabilities. it’s just that kangdae does look super cool suspended midair like that. and the cape too, wow. “now do the pose! uh—uh!” friday struggles to remember the phrase, free hand digging through her purse to procure her phone.

                                          “up, up and away! to infinity and beyond!!”