#sgnbaekso

sgn task #01 — general full questionnaire here.

he grew up in a household full with love from his parents, grandparents, and then back to parents, so it’s no surprise that his own heart is overfilled with it. it bubbles out from his core, reaching to the very tips of his body: his long nimble fingers to his wiggling toes. it manifests itself into to his affectionate words and his thoughtful actions. this is especially true when it comes to his beloved hyung, who, now that he thinks about it, probably has yet to eat at this point. and while his own eating habits are questionable at best, he’ll be damned if he lets his hyung go hungry.

fortunately for baekso ( @sgnbaekso), today is one of those rare days where he decides to try his hand at cooking since he wasn’t in the mood to go out or order food online. his concoction is nothing fancy, just a simple stew of items he already had in his refrigerator, but at the end of the day, so long as it tastes good, who cares if it’s not made of boujee restaurant quality ingredients. of course, with his heart full of love and affection, he’s going to share his masterpiece with the older. hansung pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocking the device and pulling up the familiar texting thread.

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 — ‘ ⋆ ˚｡ this entire glamping-camping, whatever anyone wanted to call it, trip is stupid. sure it was better than traditional camping, accommodations were nicer and there were more interesting activities to do, but that won’t stop jiah from complaining mentally. it was either spend three days and two nights with her peers in the mountain side, or she could spend those days in her family home, trying to avoid her mother. she choose the former, but only because it was the last chance for her to follow up a few stories that she was almost done with. sure, running signed, wooyoo was a tedious task and took up much of her time, but it kept her busy and allowed her to not lose her mind when she had assignments upon assignments to do. jiah was not looking forward to a summer full of idleness. 

to clear her head from the previous night’s (or rather early morning) activities, jiah decided to forgo any sort of group games and set off into the woods herself. she needs some peace and quiet away from everyone, and as cliche as it is, a walk in the woods seemed to be a good choice for some peace. though she walks leisurely, she pays special attention to certain land marks to ensure that she can find her way back to camp. getting lost and left in the woods is not her ideal way to begin her summer break. after about an hour of walking, jiah sits underneath a leafy tree, closing her eyes and enjoying the fact that she’s alone. if only her peace would last longer than five minutes. she has half the mind to ignore the voice questioning if anyone was nearby, but she has a nagging feeling she knows who it is. and her suspicions are only confirmed when the voice gets closer. jiah sighs to herself. the peace was nice while it lasted. 

« baekso oppa?. is that you? » she questions, but makes no movement to stand. he can walk to her if he’s really that lonely. 

— “ dude, my calves are killing me. how can you stand right now ? ” wincing, the male leans down to rub the back of his leg, looking to the other’s cool composure with envy. following a rather painful workout earlier that morning, he’s pulled a muscle, and though he usually wasn’t one to complain he couldn’t deny the throbbing that couldn’t seem to disappear. once he stands upright again he’s facing baekso, and despite the pain, he meets the other with a tight grin. “ but don’t get me wrong ! i’m ready as ever for the next relay - these legs are made of steel, baekso. ” 

he’s evidently more relaxed than he is during practice, and the reason why is that the two are the only ones that occupy the large track. it feels odd, used to the whole team joining them, and having the sounds of running footsteps to keep his ears company. but today was an off day for the team, yet joonki and baekso had decided to kick back and do a little pre-competition planning. though ... they weren’t exactly as productive as they’d anticipated. “ do you think we should cancel practice tomorrow ? i heard it’s gonna rain pretty hard, but ... we need the practice, don’t you think ? ” the runner’s eyes then travel from his companion to the track in front of them, before a devious grin comes to his lips, clearly having an idea in mind. “ or ... if you’re up for it, we can battle it out on the track, like real athletes. ”

sgn task #01 — general  a look inside junhyung’s phone!

     with his rather exuberant personality, it’s no surprise that hansung has quite a few friends. he gets along well enough with those he encounters. save for the few who believe in the rumors about him and now have made it clear that they want nothing to do with him; he knows who won’t be getting strawberries as a welcome back to seongnam gift now.  though, they’re not quite rumors because they are true. he’ll give it to whoever is running that gossip blog, he’s not sure how they found out about his old habit, but he’s thankful that they posed it more that left room for speculation. plus they did mention that he seemed like he was trying to change. which is true. so far he has not caved, so he mentally pats himself on the back for that.

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 — ‘ ⋆ ˚｡ friendship had no particularly special meaning for her. she’s inherited the brains of a lawyer father and professor uncle but the word remains foreign. friendship. f r i e n d s h i p. what was the point? her father taught her to not carry the burden of facing the world alone. but he left her. and so atlas was relieved of his burden, only for twelve year old jiah to inherit his punishment. her mother however taught her that acting in solidarity would lead her to a greater and better life. in fact, it would only become a burden to herself if she opened up to others. and maybe there was some truth to her words. maybe if she didn’t accept that she had love for her father it would have hurt less when he left her.

now, quote unquote friendship was a concept that she could understand. she inherited manipulation and a flawless facade from her actress mother. friends were not necessary. but “friends” were. batting of eyelids, a deep conversations, hugging during difficult times, earning trust so that these people will do whatever you ask them to? that’s what “friendship” is all about. she needs it. if not for the purpose of weaseling out information and wrecking havoc, then to get the distinct pleasure of knowing the pain she causes when she performs her disappearing act. poof. she’s gone.  

“friendship” is what she has with son baekso. he’s far too trusting, far too happy, and most importantly, far too careless. but that only makes her job easier, so in an uncharacteristic show of her personality, she thanks whatever deity out there for making him clueless. it is rather exhausting to be on the receiving end of his sunny disposition, at least this makes up for it. « baekso oppa, » while her lips wear a small shy smile, she’s shouting on the inside. she despises that word, but it gets on his good side.  « it must be tiring being our captain. have you been taking care of yourself? »

“I’d fuck jiwoo. this is completely omitting the fact that she doesn’t swing this way and just considering the fact that I think tsunderes are hot. and that she is hot. honestly.

I would marry danbi because I know for a fact that I can live with her for the rest of my life though this isn’t the most ideal arrangement because we ain’t gonna fuck and I need... to fuck... 

and this, unfortunately, leaves yooa killed by default. for starters, we’ve already fucked before and I know she’d rather die than get married to me so... I’m just giving her what she would want.”