#msusage

|| closed starter ☆ @msusage​ ☆ ||

“Do you have a job?” The question came out of nowhere as Changmin leaned his cheek into his hand, facing toward his table mate, Sage with a curious but also bored expression. There was a lull in-between activities of the Ancient Ruins club as the president milled around the room to pass out paper with readings on it, this gave students time to chat lowly with the members around them and Changmin had done just that. He’d sat beside this student before and they seemed to be one of the most intelligent of the group, and he remembered they’d mentioned being an Ancient Ruins major which explained how quickly they excelled in the club. He was impressed by this and wanted to get to know the other more, but as he started taking up the usually open spot beside them, he realized they weren’t really the talkative type. He tried to spark up conversations with them before but never really got more than a few responses before they got caught up in something else, or they just stopped answering. He didn’t mind too much, he never took it personally or anything, and since he didn't seem to actually be bothering them he continued to take up the space beside them.

“Do you have a job?” He asked again after getting the other’s attention, “I recently went to this boba shop looking for a part-time job, my mom though it’d be wise for me to have other work experience outside the bookstore.” He shrugged in a way that showed he was neither for, nor against the idea, but smiled a bit as he remembered what the point of his conversation was. “The girl working there was so nice, she gave me an application and everything and said I could come in for an interview later in the week. She was really pretty..” He said these words shyly, and it made his experience, or lack thereof, obvious. “I’m sure I’ll make a complete fool of myself at my interview, but hopefully I get the job.” He added, pressing his lips together with a small sigh at his predicament.

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msusage​

As of late, Kevin found himself to be a frequent visitor at Madame Menageries. There really was nothing like a pre-shift boba to chug down before a long night at NIGHTOWLS, but if he were being real, it wasn’t the true reason behind his repeated business. In truth, Kevin had actually become a personal fan of the cute barista, Saebom. Not only was she good at making cups of tea, but spilling it as well (metaphorically, of course). 

Amongst the flirty banters exchanged between the two were snippets of Mokseong gossip that Kevin never minded listening to (especially when the gossip involved himself). There was always something new to learn and the company was great. Overall, Saebom omitted good vibes, and the Geumseong boy was always with that. 

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dating was the last thing that jacob wanted to do while he was at mokseong. all it would take was one person getting close enough to him that they realised what he was and he’d already had that happened. his profile on no. 9 was there for when he was lonely enough to forget or drunk enough to believe he could fool everyone, or when he was just looking for one night. he couldn’t remember what one was the reason he’d found himself in contact with sage, but it’d only taken him one date to decide to tell sage that he didn’t date.

that was months ago now, and sage had taken to ignoring jacob’s disinterest, continuing to drag him on dates and force him through the casual interactions that jacob kept convincing himself that he hated. the hot cocoa in his hands warming his body as he sat with the other, trying his best not to look at sage (to avoid encouraging the belief that he liked him) and idly listening to the conversation he waited for his chance to escape. he didn’t know why his mind focused on sage’s last words, there was a strange air in them and jacob found his trained smile faltering as he looked at the boy next to him in confusion. “what?”

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again, here barom has found himself. at the bar, drink in hand. he’s not drunk — not really the type to go all out on a weekday, because fuck 8am classes. but god, these past few weeks have been driving him crazy (and maybe that’s due in part to his mild head injury).

the bar is so dimly lit that it’s hard to read saebom’s expression when he’s a little bit tipsy. for a boy so book smart, barom will never make up for in the ability to read someone’s emotions — even if they are so very, painfully clear on their face. “stop looking at me like that,” barom whines; for the amount of time he’s known her there’s always these times where he could never fathom what crosses her mind. 

it’s then that he realizes he’s been shaking his right leg consistently and promptly stops himself.

“okay,” he breathes, finding her eyes in the dark. does he know exactly what should come out of his mouth right now? no. is he going to keep talking anyways? yes. “when i went to the infirmary, there was this nurse. well — i don’t know what you call them exactly — nurse in training? god, she was beautiful. anyways, yeah. when i went there, i don’t remember anything before i woke up. but i swear to god, saebom-ah, she was like an angel standing over me.” a swirl of his drink before he reaches the bottom of his glass.

one more wouldn’t hurt.