#sgnchanyeol

          Of all the things he’s somehow tolerated in the time that they’ve known each other, a masquerade ball is probably the least annoying. There’s little to no chance he’s going to admit it, but in a way, it’s a guilty pleasure of his. Perhaps Chanyeol dragging him to the ticket booth two weeks in advance was a bit unnecessary, but he’s spent the rest of the time both loving and hating the ‘what will I wear?’ argument with himself. Elias isn’t quite skilled enough to make what he envisions a reality, so he had it tailored instead. The mask itself was almost a no-brainer once he saw all the options. White and gold accents that would otherwise be black if not for the suit itself. Being center stage was never in his prerogative, but perhaps for a night in anonymity, it was an opportunity worth taking. 

          In the end, what he settles on doesn’t surprise him. It’s reminiscent of the venetian carnivals he’s always wanted to attend. It’s not as flashy — clearly lacking the striking colors the carnival attendees would adorn — but rather it is lucid in its theme. It almost makes him laugh at how this concept’s interpretation stands in juxtaposition to the event on Valentine’s Day. Loosening his grip at the unfamiliar crowd, Elias takes solace in his outfit. Edna might be adamantly against capes, but for the purpose of this white suit and a mask that adorns his entire face, he felt like he couldn’t go without.

          “If I knew we were going to arrive at the tail-end of the dinner party, I wouldn’t have bought the ticket.” His eyes wander to and fro without a destination in mind. At first glance, it’s almost impossible to tell who is who among the attendees. However, with a bit of patience, he might be able to make reasonable guesses throughout the night. A part of him counts on it, if only for the sole purpose of busying himself. “Though, perhaps we could still get the main course and dessert.” Elias looks behind him — the towering figure he’s been trying to grow more accustomed to while out and about — and sours at the realization that he won’t be able to read Chanyeol’s expressions, or anyone else’s for that matter, all through the night. “You hungry?”

the start of a new semester means the arrival of several boxes from her mother containing food, sent in an overnight package. yoohyeon has lost count of how many times she’s asked her mom to stop doing it knowing how expensive shipping can get, but the woman can’t be stopped. she can literally feel her pockets ache when she thinks about the fact that her mother often sends her too much food on purpose because then that means yoohyeon has no choice but to share it if she doesn’t want it to go bad because it isn’t enough for her to worry about her own daughter, but her daughter’s friends as well.

this time, her mother has made it abundantly clear that the excess she’s sent is meant to be shared with chanyeol, and while yoohyeon has no qualms about that, she hasn’t seen much of him over the summer break (a lot of it her own fault for being busy), nor has she even seen his family since...well, she doesn’t like to think about that. at least it’s a good excuse to go and see him now, footsteps small and light as she makes his way to his dorm.

once there, she knocks her special knock to announce her arrival before calling out to him. “hello~ anyone home~?”

@sgnchanyeol

Leading the way into the arcade, Matthew was already looking forward to a friendly competition of playing some video games against his friend and teammate, Chanyeol.  It had been a long time since he’d gotten a chance to just chill at a place like this. They’d been spending so much time with baseball lately it was going to be a nice change of pace.  

@sgnchanyeol Another weekend, another party.  Emily did have more fun at the parties at SNU than she did when she was dragged to her step-father’s parties, which were just full of old, snobby rich people.  At least the snobby rich people at SNU were her age(not that her family didn’t have money now that her mom was married to him).  Then again, she was never technically invited to these parties, but she learned a long time ago that if you “look like you belong”, people will rarely question it, at least not out loud, anyway. 

“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!”

“……….”

park chanyeol has always reminded her of the human personification of a golden retriever. knowing that she has a love of animals, it would kind of make sense that even she would have a tiny, minuscule soft spot for him. just maybe, possibly.

and maybe it would explain the reason that she volunteers to help him take home a visibly drunk sehun back to his apartment after the party.

and it could also possibly explain why the glances she takes in his direction are numerous throughout the night. they aren’t similar to the looks of interest and curiosity that some of her peers throw his way in hopes that they will get a glance back ( poor idiots ), but it’s more of confusion -- puzzled with the drink that she constantly sees in his hand when it’s known that he doesn’t drink, puzzled in the way that his expression doesn’t match the spirited atmosphere of the club, and yet he remained. and the opportunity to ask is low while they’re focused on the drunkard within their grasp, her mind wondering how in the god damn hell can someone who looks so lean weigh this much? she was known for her strength -- physical more than mental -- but for some reason sehun was a struggle. “was your boy drinking straight bricks or something?”