#msuseojun

[ 12:15 ] 💬 did i ever tell u ily [ 12:15 ] 💬 like LOVE you LOVE you [ 12:15 ] 💬 like yk my LOVE and APPRECIATION for you is so much you cannot even Fathom [ 12:15 ] 💬 SO MUCH LOVE [ 12:16 ] 💬 SO MUCH MORE THAN KANGDAE!!!! [ 12:16 ] 💬 WHO CARES IF HE’S 6′5 [ 12:16 ] 💬 YOU'RE MY FAVORITE ONE!! THE BEST ONE! THE ONLY ONE! [ 12:21 ] 💬 ...anyway that hoodie i “borrowed”,, it’s not one of those limited edition ones right

( 1:15 am )  kinda sus how will didn’t like my zim post for like 10 minutes

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msuseojun​

It was a quiet day at the shop. One of the part-timers at the shop had sent her an owlet begging that she cover their shift for her. In all honesty, Malia didn’t mind helping out at the store, so even if they hadn’t bribed her with sweet treats from honeydew’s. But she wasn’t complaining. However, just as she’d reached into the box for a bit of a crisp tart, the girl was interrupted by the sound of her mother groaning about Nate’s phone constantly ringing. It was then that she was tasked with returning it to him and Malia found herself wandering around the school grounds, attempting to recollect the memory of her brother’s schedule. 

He’d been going on and on about his clubs just before the start of the school year, but Malia was, admittedly, too busy daydreaming about her own schedule to pay attention. Eventually she’d come down to two clubs: quidditch or gaming. Luckily, she knew that Suseong had the field booked for the day, thus she was left with the latter. 

After asking around for directions to the club room, Malia soon found herself standing before a tall door. She wasn’t exactly sure of their meeting hours— whether they had already finished, in the process of meeting, or had hardly just begun. At this thought, the girl stood outside, debating with herself over what she should do, before ultimately deciding to knock. She heard no sound of denial, thus resulting in the girl letting herself into the room. 

As she peeked in, found it to appear empty, with the exception of a single student hidden in the shadows of the back corner. 

hyewon has always been grateful that ( @msuseojun ) had messed with their potion in their first year together at hogwarts, because despite the fiasco that it had caused, it had led to a friendship that had grown into one of the ones she treasures the most. she can always trust seojun to tell it to her straight, sometimes in the funniest ways, and she appreciates that about him. she declares sometimes as a joke that when she becomes minister for magic, she’ll need seojun at her side to keep her accountable if she comes up with bad ideas. 

not too long ago, seojun had stated quite firmly that she needed to find a better job than worrying about others, at which hyewon had quite promptly flushed, trying to find words to refute the accusation — which, of course, she hadn’t been able to. 

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.”

SHE LOVES HALLOWEEN. though, fair, there isn’t a single holiday out there that friday doesn’t love. maybe chuseok a little less—seeing as it’s more often a weekend of uncomfortable dinners from mom and dad’s side. but halloween? halloween is lovely. positively fun. one night in a whole year where you can pretend to be someone you’re not? seems perfect. 

but if she’s honest, this year’s costume is—less than inspired. 

it’s her fault, evidently. she’s never been particularly good at time management when in a crunch. when a project so much as holds her attention span hostage from anything else. this month, it was whittling the perfect wand base. or, at least, deciding which it was that she wanted. which, sixteen designs and splintered and cut fingers later, friday is proud to say that she still hasn’t decided.

                                                                                                                         amazing. 

so when night of the mausoleum rolled by and her original idea was less than ready (where did her shruken head roll off to?), she had to resort to, well, bullshitting. which was fine, she supposes. she’s gotten enough compliments and the purple splotches across her face was both creative and cute enough for the night. could it have been better? yes. is she a teeny tiny bit disappointed? yes. 

                                  but there’s no use crying over spilt milk is there?

well, it didn’t matter anyway. within the first hour she’s already managed to down herself a couple of drinks and worked a pleasant buzz out of it before hopping from friend group to friend group. and now, fresh out of the dreadful (fun, but, so bad for her heart) haunted house, she and seojun stands in complete silence while in queue for the carriages. perhaps just, at this point, processing what just went down in the haunted house.

“so,” friday sniffles, hand lifting to pat her cheeks dry from any tears shed earlier. “you were totally scared, weren’t you? i saw you.” well, sort of. still, it doesn’t mean she can’t work up a semi-joking, semi-accusatory tone just to mess with him.

                                                  “you yipped. you’re a yipper!”