#sehuncv

@sehuncv

Taekwoon stretched his arms for the third time that night, rubbing his eyes afterwards. The homework he was given was, in lack of a better term to describe, tiring; although he daresay he was smart enough to at least pass the class with flying marks, he hated having to do essays. Even if he wouldn’t be complaining about being stuck in his room doing homework while his fellow students went to (perhaps) secret parties held by their respective covens, this was… well, tiring.

A total of three different (and thick) books were spread open around the male’s laptop while his fingers - almost furiously - danced on the keyboard, his eyes following the text he was reading instead of looking at what he typed. Although a water witch, Taekwoon was well-versed when it comes to gadgets, having been introduced to the ways of tinkering since he was little - even if he wouldn’t be as good as the naturally-talented. Glancing at the digital clock shown on his screen some time later, the witch gave a mental sigh. 

There goes his whole night, he couldn’t help but think… but even he couldn’t have predicted that his plan to at least go to sleep in time would be ruined by none other than Oh Sehun.

Not that he would complain, of course.

The male was just about to actually shut his laptop down and go to sleep when the door to his room opened - because he doesn’t lock it except when he was asleep or away, or listening to music - and upon getting a look on the other male, Taekwoon just immediately locked the screen of his laptop before approaching him with an unfinished question.

sns meme : accepting !!

✿ contact name /( my baby )side note: this changes between,‘my baby’ and ‘delete this’ often.

 [ hunhoney 🐈  ] 

✖ / leave a voicemail (a drunk voicemail if you want to spice things up)

4 pictures, sent in rapid succession, with the cap spread out across them a few words at at a time.

@sehuncv

It didn’t matter if she was at the cafe, the library or even just walking through the hallways, it seemed like everyone was talking about it. The story of those students who had heard the noises from the caves was the hottest topic, and Jieun had to admit that it sounded interesting. Obviously, exploring was probably a dumb idea, and she’d probably get in trouble for it, but only if she got caught, right? So many of her classmates seemed content just talking about it and not seeking any answers, but she was certain someone had to be behind it, another stupid prank possibly.

Despite all her years here at the academy, she’d never gone to the caves. She never really saw a reason to, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity for it. Exploring alone probably wasn’t a good idea, but she couldn’t just ask randomly if someone wanted to go with her. If they told the staff that, she could get in trouble, and she didn’t want that. Besides, how different could it be from exploring the forest? She’d done that countless times so this shouldn’t be too far from what she was used to.

Once Sunday had come around she finally found a break between all her work to set out for the cave. It wasn’t a terribly familiar path, she at least knew her way through the forest up to the cliffs. When she had first arrived, she remembered taking this path but stopping just in sight of the cave entrance. Back then she was too afraid to go near them, and even now as she stared at the mouth of the entrance she still felt a bit of that chill. Not that it was enough to make her turn away now though.

With only a flashlight and her phone in hand, she slowly approached the entrance. Nothing strange thus far, she wondered if maybe those students that had originally reported the incident were lying. As she got closer she could hear the faint sound of a voice singing. It was completely unrecognizable, but there was something ... strange about it. There was something mournful about the song and she stood there at the entrance, completely fixed on the music.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there listening, but when she came to her senses she flashed her flashlight inside briefly, as if she could see the source from the entrance alone. The sound was clearly farther back in the cave and she steeled herself to go in taking careful steps. She had barely made it in when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned, letting out an inner sigh of relief when she it was another student.

@sehuncv

“since you decided to turn up for this class, hyungwon.”

the physical training teacher begins with his dry humour again, coaxing hyungwon’s gaze from the dull stare across the room to the man who was pointing to the spot next to the second blue mat. they were breaking into partners to practice sparring, and that might have been the only reason that the twenty-one year old bothered to turn up for the class. he tended to only turn up to enough classes to check were they were and what they were learning, then skipped the rest for sleep or to run amuack. but he couldn’t turn down an excuse to hit one of his peers for free, or get his ass kicked for free -- both had their benefits for him at the moment.

 with his hands still stuffed into the pockets of his sweats as he moved forward to the blue mat, kicking the raised edge as he lingered in the rules which were to not step onto the mat until everyone was partnered off. despite staring off into the space for the last twenty-minutes of explanation, he had listened. enough. his dark orbs lazily ran across the students standing in wait to be partnered up, dressed in their clothes used for gym; sweats, and shirts for most of the boys, and the unnecessarily tight clothes for some of the girls. the insults trickled through the back of his mind as he scratched the side of his head, looking as bored as ever with the events while the teacher ran down the list of his students. 

hyungwon doesn’t care who he’s partnered with -- that’s what he’s convinced of until his teacher clears his throat. “sehun, you work with hyungwon for today.” the name is enough to send a tense recognition through the students body.

@sehuncv

seulgi was pissed off, overwhelmed. she felt like an idiot, firstly, for the disaster of a party, for running into yoongi's arms like some goddamn damsel in distress. she hated herself fort he weakness of it, for the aching foolishness, for the fact that she hadn't been able to spend a sober moment since, for fear of having to examine her own emotions, herself. so she wasn't sober, she was halfway through a bottle of wine but it wasn't enough. her blood was boiling in her veins, anxiety threatening to consume her, thick in her veins like tar. it's weighing her down, stopping up her breath, has her heart racing in her chest.

if she was a smart girl she would recognize the edges of a panic attack and stop drinking, but she numbs herself to it regardless. she downed another gulp of the wine in her hand instead, knuckles rapping fast against the familiar door before her before she yanked the knob to the side, twisting it open without pausing for a reaction from the resident, one who was fortunately rather used to this behavior.. the door opened with a slam against the wall that startled her briefly, but she shrugged it off just as quickly, shuffling into the room. she toed her shoes off, blinking fast as she stumbled in place, slinging her hand over to grip the boy's bicep, using him as leverage. he'd come, doubtless, to open the door. what a surprise it must have been, to find a half-drunk and wholly emotionally fucked up kang seulgi at his door, dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she shifted, righting herself to look over at him, snapping a quick, "don't fucking judge me oh sehun, I swear to god."

sehun had always been her go-to in situations like this. taemin can't handle his own relationship problems well enough to help her even out over hers. it was the last bit of sanity she was clinging too- by not going to taemin she demonstrated at least a tiny bit of self control. going to taemin in a state like this would mean alcohol poisoning or something equally atrocious as the two twisted souls fed off one another's instability, exacerbating it in turn. sehun, at least, might help defuse her. at the very least he would counter her, keep her in place, maybe break her down. she might appreciate that, on a day like this.