#sgnbin

---------- are you stalking me, he says

     there’s something about seeing the same person wherever he goes that’s starting to make him feel vaguely suspicious. but the problem is, is that there’s no possible way that this person is stalking him because there’s been so many times where wooseok’s been the one to arrive second—and see the same person. it’s someone that’s in helio, seungwoo’s club thing, so it’s not a stranger but that doesn’t make these encounters any less strange. well, he actually knows @sgnbin too, even though they’re not friends, per se, they’re definitely acquaintances at this point. 

     for once though, he thinks he’s in the clear. 

     it's not that hansung finds track practice to be monotonous and boring. no, he actually quite enjoys it. the running, the jumping; it gets his heart rate up in a healthy manner. his teammates, both male and female are all nice, and it’s a plus that his best friend is captain. but the one thing that hansung does have to admit is the fact that he’s tired of hearing the same r&b or hip hop songs over and over. don’t get him wrong, while hansung does make it quite obvious that he is a blatant girl group stan, he does appreciate music that is not in the realms of pop. but still, he believes that baekso needs to update his playlist. the track team would perform better if they had to listen to never get me wrong my boo, i have no gwansim in the bag. he just knows it. 

    so, he has a plan. baekso leaves his phone on the large portable speakers whether they have to go through drills. as baekso’s best friend, hansung does in fact know his phone’s pass code. so while baekso is distracted, all he has to do is take the phone (or rather, get someone else to take baekso’s phone),  hide behind the bleachers, make a new playlist full of girl group songs, then hide baekso’s phone in his bag so that they really would have to listen to the playlist for the entirety of practice. it’s a pretty fool proof plan, if he has to say so himself. 

    hansung turns to his partner in crime ( @sgnbin ), eyes narrowing as if he were about to talk about something serious. it is serious to him but he knows that most people would tell him he’s being too dramatic right now. “alright, are you ready? i’ll distract baekso while you swipe his phone. then we’ll meet behind the bleachers.” he turns his head, scanning their surrounds to make sure that no one was listening in on their plan. once he’s assured that it’s just the two of them, he shoots the younger male a thumbs up. “we got this!” 

» @sgnbin​

golden gleams paint across the tall european-esque pillars of the lim village dormitories, the setting sun sitting gloriously on its throne of cotton-like clouds, seemingly dipped with a pastel tangerine hue, filling the campus village with a warm filter perfect for the #goldenhour selfies.

junhyung treads past a group of girls posing for their smartphone camera, angled towards the setting sun for the best natural glow possible. while this time meant golden hour selfies for many, it meant dinner time for him and junhyung cannot cook for shit. how does he survive in college, you ask? cafeteria food is his go to but when it’s closed during the odd hours he finds his tummy rumbling, he opts for instant food at twenty-four hour convenience stores. oh right— there’s also someone else he goes to for food and despite said person’s constant complains, he never fails to feed junhyung every single time and usually more than he asks for too.

that’s exactly where he was headed — junhyung pushes the elevator button that leads to the third floor of the yi hall, leaning against the elevator wall as its door closes shut. is he back in his room yet? he should be, right? it’s already 6:30 pm and his last class should’ve already ended. the elevator dings as it arrives at the third floor and junhyung walks out, heading towards the far end of the floor, where unit #29 is. upon reaching his destination, he lightly knocks on the door, “hyung,” he calls out, “it’s me, I’m here!” he folds his arms, expecting the other to open the door and invite him in but all that he got back was silence and an unopened door. hm? is he not in? junhyung questions, though unfazed, simultaneously reaching towards the door to unlock it on his own. with how often he comes over, he had the passcode memorised and could easily make himself at home whenever he wanted to though he tries to knock first, just in case, you know? he wouldn’t want to walk in on anything, especially when he’s busy with something or someone— if he did, it’ll be scarring, like walking in on your own brother doing the deed, which is exactly what he is like to him — a brother.

junhyung shuts the door behind him, dropping his bag by the shoe rack before making his way towards the other’s bed, not without noticing his unopened bag of chips and cola by his pantry table. nice! at least I’ll have something to munch for now. he rubs his palms together with impish mischief, tearing the bag of chips open without a second thought. he nestles into the other’s bed, messing it up slightly, though bearing in mind not to leave any crumbs behind — he learnt the hard way the other time — and whipping his phone out to watch some netflix.

about twenty minutes into the sitcom he was watching, he finds his eyelids threatening to fall as he begins to doze off. he jolts awake when he hears the click of the dormitory door, jerking his head towards it when he hears it open.

“finally—” he exclaims, hopping off the bed, “I’m starving,” he rolls up the now half-finished bag of chips, dropping it by the bedside table, licking the seasoning off his fingers, “and I’m really really craving your fried rice.”

█ ▌ ‹ @sgnbin​​ › 

— [ ♡ ] there is an incredibly annoying, nagging familiarly about the male standing in the front of the room, but at the moment, she just can’t recall why exactly her mind is focusing on him. in any other normal circumstances, yooa herself would be front and center in the dance studio, but it’s her very first day attending practice, so she opts to stand on the sidelines and observe the rest of her teammates. of course, this is not because she’s nervous or anything. yoo shiah does not get nervous during first meetings, especially when it involves dance. she’s been dancing since she was six years old, so really, there’s no reason to be nervous with her abilities. . 

she can’t help it that her eyes automatically fall back to him after she glances over the room for the nth time in five minutes. she’s going to look like a total creep, but she really does just want to know why he seems so familiar. he can’t be someone that she met while in california, unless he was somehow older than her and moved back before she did. but one look at his cheeks and she can already tell that the male is younger than her. but how else would she know him? she left korea almost ten years ago, and she hasn’t been back to visit in more than five. unless you met him before you left korea? her mind supplies. 

she wants to scoff at that idea because what are the chances of encountering someone from her childhood here at seongnam? she gets her answer moments later, almost as if life was waiting to prove her wrong. ah shit.moonbin? moon_bin. as in the scrawny little kid who used to take dance classes with her? he’s no longer scrawny, or little, but she can’t help but associate the towering figure with the images of her past. the stark difference between him in the past and him now only makes her want to stare harder. damn, it really has been a long time since she’s left; she feels old.  

she spends the rest of the class trying to be lowkey about just how hard she keeps staring at him, but she knows he’s noticed when he approaches her. in a moment of blind panic(something that she’s not proud of and will vehemently deny happened), she turns around to runaway, only to bang her head into the wall she was leaning against. ❝ ugh, fuck. ❞ she can’t help but curse from the impact, but also when she realizes the footsteps have stopped right behind her. her hands go up to cradle her throbbing head, and she turns to face the male. well, she already has a headache, why not magnify it even more? 

                                              ✧･ﾟ ——————————— now broadcasting with @sgnbin !

some call it a competitive streak, some call it anger, others call it pettiness. she prefers to see it as a valiant effort to prove herself, because after all, no one likes people who brag when they don’t have the skill to back it up.

she’s not exactly sure the flames of competition that surround them at the moment are what either of them had in mind when they’d agreed to play a few of the carnival games scattered around the area, but it’s too late to take the energy down; it’s practically impossible at this point. she’s too caught up in outdoing him, at walking away from this little game session with her arms full of prizes bigger and better than his.

he’s currently ahead by a hair in the water gun horse race thing they’re playing at the moment, and she’s furiously aiming her stream of water at the center of the target with hopes of catching up, but the very slight jump he’d gotten at the start of the race isn’t so easily overcome. in times past, she wouldn’t have been above a little dirty play, maybe a shove of the shoulders, reaching out to turn the water gun away, but ever since she’d been signed to an official esports teams, she’s gotten this inflated sense of self-righteousness, as if she has an image to uphold when it comes to playing games, whether it be on her desktop or here on campus in the middle of the festival.

♡  @sgnbin​   |   there were several thoughts that surged through her mind once the announcement of the sins and virtues party came around -- that it couldn’t of come at a better time, that she needs to look good, and that she was going to have a great time no matter what it took. after the events that made up the past month, sian thinks she deserves it -- she would be damned if she allows another holiday to be ruined if she could control it.

and she knew that she couldn’t go alone -- not while she’s in this state, not at a party like this, because she’s well aware that the combination of the two would only serve to fuel terrible, reckless decisions throughout the night, and being with someone would curb that impusivity. when she thinks of fun, whenever she thinks of having a good time, her mind instantly travels to moon bin. despite the fact that they’ve dated in the past and the odds should be that they should have an awkward relationship ( or none at all ), it’s actually quite the opposite -- they’ve remained great friends after the break up and he’s still someone that she could let loose with, become silly with, something comfortable where laughter is abundant.

“moobie, one shot, one shot!” she says gleefully, announcing her presence back from the bar as she shuffles towards him with two shots in each hand, placing his two in front of him while she slides into the booth next to him. sian had already warned him in advance that she was going to drink -- which should not be a surprise to anyone who knew her -- so that meant that she was going to encourage him to do the same. while her thought should be on how would they make it back to their places if both of them were drunk, she thinks that’s a problem for future sian to worry about. uber exists, after all. “so i know i’ve told you this like a thousand times in the past couple of days, but thank you for coming with me, really.  i’d be so bored and lonely if it weren’t for you,” and the smile that she gives him is one so genuine that it reaches her eyes, slinking a sparkling arm around the crook of his own, leaning her head upon his shoulder in a form of affection.

and she allows time to pass a little, remaining like that before lifting her head to look at him, “ooh, we should go take pictures first -- at least while we still look as good as we do now. you’ll probably still look hot by the end of the night, but i’ll probably a hot mess, so.” and she laughs, flicking cherry colored tresses back with a flick of her head before using her free hand to take her first shot -- the familiar burn coursing down her throat allowing her to let out an exhale, scrunching up her face lightly, “unless you want to dance first?”

current mood: got a really sexy bubble tea from gongcha but forgot to get the adjacent straw to slurp up the tapioca pearls. not literally, though he’d kill to have some bubble tea right this second, but figuratively—emotionally, that’s where he’s at.

because it’s really hard to put to words otherwise how one should feel when they’re dropping by the big bad business building to do a professor a favor, only to be ACCUSED (accurately) by another professor of some humdrum accounting course for ALLEGEDLY (definitively) drawing random shapes and other nature motifs on the [stock photo of man and woman in suits looking dramatically into the camera, seongnam university blurred in the background; the title of the periodical reads ‘BUSINESS WEEK’ and the featured models are seongnam business students] magazines scattered around the lobby.

it’s actually only one magazine, and it hadn’t been intentional or malicious. if anything, yideun had been absentmindedly doodling before realizing he was essentially vandalizing something. and by the time he’d come back to the lobby from running his errand, the crime had been discovered. 

current mood: uuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhh fuck.

the professor’s been interrogating him for a solid five minutes, probably, and yideun’s starting to feel his patience run thin. he’d like to think he’s pretty acquiescent to most bodies of authority, but there’s not much to be done when even a simple apology doesn’t seem to do the trick.

so with a heave, yideun lets out a long sigh that cuts straight through the professor’s tirade. “it’s not even that bad,” he says, tone flat. he jabs a finger at the magazine page. “i drew a tree. some flowers? deeply sorry.” 

yideun glances around, pinpoints @sgnbin, and decides he isn’t going down without a fight.

“oh god, why me? these things always make me nervous for some reason, but okay ... oh! aside from number one, they aren’t in any order, i guess.”

“so, um. i feel like if you know me, you should know who number one is,” and she’s covering her face before letting out a sigh, “chanyeol. i just ... fuck, god took his time with him. the perfect mix of adorable and hot, it used ot make me mad if i thought about it too much. i know i’m supposed to be over him and i think possibly maybe am, but come on, these are just facts.” she laughs but the words sound more hollow, notably less passionate than it would be some months ago, or last year. “it feels awkward saying this now though.” ( @sgnchanyeol

“anyways. there’s also this guy i’ve seen around a couple of times ... seok ... uh ... i don’t know why i’m trying to guess his name when i’m terrible with them! but yeah, when i do see him i just ... stare. he’s so gorgeous and has really great proportions. i have a thing for guys with broad shoulders and nice long legs. he’s blessed. i want to apologize to him though, i’m sorry that i have a staring problem! i promise i’m not a creep!” ( @sgnseokwoo )

“and theeeen, there’s seungho. just ... forget that he’s messed around with everyone -- actually wait, don’t. you’re telling me if you looked like that you wouldn’t do it too? i’d be an absolute menace, a terror! anyways, he’s super fine to the point that it’s unreal. physically, everything about him is perfect, it’s kind of scary. god, when we first talked a while ago he made me so nervous -- especially because he’s smooth too? god obviously has his favorites. then again, he still makes me nervous now but that’s ... for a different reason ...” ( @sgnseungho )

“and there’s moobie -- i mean, moon bin! i said before he had a banging body! his hard work pays off really well. god. but! he’s also a really great mix of cute and too damn attractive too. i mean -- there’s a reason we went out in the first place, right? he’s not just a snack, he’s the entire meal.” ( @sgnbin )

“and i know that i said there’s not a ranking after one but i lied because sungjin would be last! he’s definitely got model looks and his proportions are,” and she does a chefs kiss, “but he eats like crap so his body could be better -- probably. not like i’ve ever seen it fully. he doesn’t believe in himself like she should although he gets stares whenever we go out and, you know? i like to show him off. like yeah, this is my best friend. you gotta go through me first to get to him. hmm hm! but yeah, he falls under my type too. and he knows how to treat a woman well.” ( @sgnsungjin )

“okay go away now, this is enough embarrassment for two weeks!”