#msuyeonjun

[text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.

@msuyeonjun

everything was sore. every muscle he had and even the ones he didn’t know were there-- sore. “i don’t think i’m every going to move again.” he drapes himself on the bathroom floor, over dramatic and half undressed. 

“seriously. i’m going to waste away on this floor.” it’s what his body wanted. it’s what he wanted, even though the room smelled so sweet and the bubbles filling the steaming bathtub looked so inviting. there was no way he was picking up a single limb to even make if over the edge of the tub in the first place. 

it was his idea in the first place, this whole, taking a bath together. it wasn’t weird. they were friends-- best friends. not in the sense that he and some others were... best friends, but more of a bond that meant pure comfort with anything. 

like taking a bath together. 

Miso is actually quite good at handling his alcohol, and drinking, at least compared to how he has only been drinking for two years. This would often mean that he doesnt get drunk easily, other times? Other times it’s his reason for getting drunk, because the male just drinks without thinking, he knows he can handle a lot hence he never counts how much he is drinking, and before knowing it he’s drunk, that? That was exactly what had happened today. Miso had gone out to get a few drinks with someone he knew, when suddenly those few drinks turned into multiple. And before Miso knew it he was drunk.

You see, many would say that sober Miso is difficult to handle, that he is too hot tempered and flirty, but drunk Miso? Drunk Miso is on a whole other level, drunk Miso is at least double as hot tempered and flirty as sober Miso. And the poor guy who had gone out with Miso today was the offer of this act.

Miso places a hand on the other’s shoulder, tries his best to get eye contact though the world is spinning a bit “you’re so” Miso leans his head down “you’re so unbelievably pretty Yeonjun” Miso looks up again. Miso leans forward and pouts “can I pleeeease kiss you” he stretches the word please as he puts on a cute tone.

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the night’s drawing to a close and haneul’s managed to restrain himself from drinking too much, although he’d indulged in a few fruity drinks with fake eyeballs in throughout the night. for the most part, though, he’s remained sober. this, however, can’t be said for a familiar figure he sees stumbling around the outskirts of the dungeon room he’s stood in. there’s aza, who he’d spotted a few times throughout the night, in his long black skirt and black jumper, still looking as beautiful as he ever does. 

aza’s clearly drunk, han thinks to himself, instinctively edging over to him through the throngs of people between them. he looks as though he wouldn’t be able to get back to his dorm without some help, so han, wanting to help aza and knowing he likely won’t even remember this tomorrow, stops in front of him and lays a gentle hand on his arm. 

At this Halloween event? Miao hasn’t been anything like he usually is, he’s both been feeling and acting different. For example, Miao didn’t bring his dear puffskein with him, his pet he adored and loved oh so much and brought with him almost everywhere. Furthermore Miao also had decided not to pull pranks on people, which meant he had a feeling of not knowing what to do. But the point, Miao hadn’t acted at all like he normally would, he had been talking to strangers and he had tried the different events. Even now he decided on something that he would normally never do. He wanted to enter the haunted house, not alone though, so? What had he decided to do?

The male had decided to take a stranger in with him. He tapped on someone’s shoulder, asked if they wanted to go in there with him, and before the other male had had the chance to answer he had pulled them into the haunted house. Now Miao was alone with a stranger in a a haunted house. “Scared?” Miao asked with a smirk on his lips.

“it’s cold” hyunki hisses, huddling up next to his friend, clutching his arm. he’s really starting to regret this stupid cheerleader costume right about now. “aza, i’m freezing.” 

and he’s starting to regret ever agreeing to this carriage right. it seemed like a fun idea, a nice little way to catch up with his not so intimate, intimate friend. not to mention, somewhere private to whisper secrets he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. 

he just hopes there will be a blanket. 

the carriages are pretty at least, the illusion of being pulled by nothing a novelty. it’s probably an amusing sight as well, from behind at least, watching aza climb up into the carriage, followed by who they assume must be some lucky girl, shivering in her tiny skirt, only to see it’s non other than hyunki. 

though it doesn’t phase him much as he doesn’t hesitate in latching onto the other once they’re sat down. 

no blanket, unfortunately. 

“i think my legs are going to freeze off by the end of this.” he sighs. 

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at first, the childish notes had struck cam as somewhat strange, though he had tried his best not to read too much into them. he had figured that it was a student doing their best to cry for attention, and he was okay with that—whatever it took to get them through the day. it wasn’t until they kept showing up in the most unusual places that his curious nature really began to take over, and, before long, he was desperate to learn who was behind them. at one point, he had even suspected his brother—though a quick conversation was all it had taken to discover that this wasn’t the case.

LEAVE IT TO HER TO BE THE FIRST IN LINE FOR SPEED DATING. for friday kang, local idealist, hopeless romantist, avid daydreamer to not be into this arrangement? yeah right. yeah RIGHT!! so it was the first attraction she had beelined for, no surprise here, taking ample time in between to check her hair and makeup through her phone. to say that she was excited would be an understatement, though even friday herself is slightly (just a teeny tiny smidge) surprised at herself.

after all, her last break up is still fresh on her mind (wears heavy on her chest).

but she would be a fool to not go. because, really, what if this was one of those picturesque meet-ups with her the one? gazing at each other from across the small metal potential deathbox with dreamy lighting illuminating their faces.

                                                                                    honestly? sounds like love.                                                                                     and she’ll always risk it for love. 

when her turn neared, excitement mounting with every passing second, friday took care in priming her hair, tucking strays behind her ears before reapplying cherry gloss. “i'm not gonna look!” she announces, lifting a hand to block out the line on the other end. friday meets librarian kim’s eyes with a toothy grin, eyes crinkling. extra sparkle. so he’ll hook her up with a real cutie.

                  and, well, also forget the fact that she’s got three books overdue.

but he’s always been impossible to read. and friday says nothign else upon receiving a scathing look, a i know you spilled hippogriff saliva on my encyclopedia of magical creatures collection sort of look that prompts a series of small coughs from the geumseong’s mouth before she quickly clambers into the in, willfully keeping her eyes shut.

then, the creak of another joining (and her heart skips in anticipation). and she waits till they begin to move to open her eyes.

                                                                “hi—oh!”

                                                                    oh. 

Miso is bored, that much is easily said, and he’s so bored today that hes doing things he normally wouldn’t do, like what? Like fishing, driving bumper karts, sitting by a bonfire, that’s how bored Miso is, doing everything boring in the world. Miso is even so bored hes willing to try to eat a jellybean at bertie bott’s every flavour beans eating competition. Yes… that’s how bored he is, Miso takes in a jellybean on his tongue, and then he bites into it, immediately he turns around and spits it out, he doesnt know what it is but it doesnt taste good. However Miso doesnt just spit out his jellybean, he spits it out on someone, and not just anybody, but Yeonjun. 

Who is Yeonjun? Yes so… Yeonjun is someone knows, someone Miso once went out drinking with… however Miso got a little too drunk that once and though Miso doesnt remember much from the night he remembers begging for Yeonjun to kiss him. And ever since then he’s been avoiding Yeonjun, he does not want to meet someone when he has been so embarrassed in front of them. But of course, when the two finally meet again Miso spits a jellybean on the other, of course… 

Miso frozes, he stands completely still, as if someone has used a spell on him.