#sgnjuwon

. . . ﹠ ♥︎    always somewhat bittersweet to see him across campus, always a little bit bittersweet to be cheering the loudest at his games. she did not even know if her cheering squad had known about their split, although it must have come off as obvious when she suddenly would turn her back - glances avoided at all cost. whoever said these things were easy was obviously lying! she was cursing the idea in her head. 

“he was one of our newest recruits to the club and i was instructed to give him the run-down of how we operated,” jongin explains, his features soft, his eyes glowing in the illumination of the campfire. as usual, he sits on the lawn chair looking nonchalant as ever, explaining his experience as thoroughly as possible, the vague outline of a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he glances between juwon and the flames licking upwards towards the midnight sky and the slew of stars overhead. “some people, when they join the paranormal club, are just too green, you know? they’re too willing to rush into buildings and places without properly staging first, it gets them hurt more often than not.”

he shrugs a bit. “so we like to haze them, just a little bit, just enough so that they learn a little fear instead of diving headlong into stupidity. it wasn’t supposed to be anything really dangerous, nothing that would get him hurt.” jongin pauses, his eyebrows pulling together, his gaze on the blazing fire. “i told him to go into one of the oldest abandoned hotels on the south side, out by the empty factories, a big, dark, dilapidated building-- no one had set foot in it for years. all he had to do was go up to the top floor, the 10th floor, and shine his flashlight out the window to show me. i even gave him my walkie talkie so we could still communicate, in case something went wrong, so he wasn’t entirely alone up there.

“he went inside and started counting as he got to each floor, going up the stairs. three…. four…. five. it was so simple, i figured even someone like him wouldn’t fuck it up…” jongin’s voice quiets as he stares at the flames, as though he’s looking through it, as though he’s reliving the moment, standing just outside that black hotel. “i waited, listening for him as he headed up each level, naming them out. eight…. nine…. ten…. ten…. ten…. ten.” he shakes his head slowly. “he kept counting ten, and i could hear his breathing, i could hear him keep running up the steps. ten, ten, ten. i tried to call for him, i told him to come back, to stop. he didn’t. i went in after him, to figure out what was going on, where he was, but… there was nothing. i searched for him all night, i called the others, they all came, we even called the police. we never found him, we never saw him again. but my walkie talkie… he was still breathing on it, still running, still counting over and over, the same floor. ten…. ten…. ten….”

jongin waits for a long moment, waits for the crush of trees and insects fluttering around the campfire to heighten audibly in the silence he leaves for it, to carry away the ghost of that new recruit, his breathy voice trailing the same word again and again.

… ﹠ ♥︎     nina was not a walker. taxi’s existed for a reason, she had always been telling herself. but when going on a hike. in the forest. there were no taxi’s. and juwon had been trying to tell her that the whole concept of hiking was actually wander around, in the nature. with the bugs and the bears and anything else that could eat someone like nina. so to say the least, she had been skeptical about it. her family had been in the nature, a few times when she was younger. but she had come to realise that she had grown out of the fun times in the woods. 

all this had been until she had actually entered the forest. the first half an hour had been terrible. everything was tough and she just got annoyed with the way juwon was laughing at her. but after a some time, she had grown to enjoy it. not that she would admit it, even the thought of juwon’s smug grin when she would admit it would be too much for her to handle. besides, spending time with juwon was one of the better times for her, she always enjoyed walking by his side and every now and then she would find herself falling reminiescent about how things had been -- she quickly shook away the thought. it was a bad idea all alone. but soon more struggles ould come up along the way. 

“ehm.. juwon..” 

he paused his steps, turning around to glance at her and she flushed, not because of how he was looking at her, but more due to the confession that she was about to make. humiliated, that was the best word to describe her right now. “i have to use the bathroom..” 

» @sgnjuwon

the cinths throw the best parties on campus. they owe it to their own desire for a good time — they’re not here to impress but first, to have fun themselves and that might just be their foolproof guide to putting together the best parties. alcohol? they have everything. from cheap beer to hard liquor, they weren’t kidding when they say you’ll get wasted. music? well, they have juwon. this needs no further explanation, his musical abilities are unrivalled, whether he’s busking on the quad or dj-ing at the cinth parties, he’ll always draw a crowd.

junhyung eyes the older behind the dj mixer. he had just finished a song and is putting on one of his trendy playlists as he takes a break. he follows his gaze, landing on a girl a distance away. a knowing smirk spreads across his face as he watches his friend gaze longingly at the girl. junhyung shakes his head, hopping off the counter top he was seated on, excusing himself from the group he was with and rolling up to juwon’s side with a bottle of vodka. “it’s been thirty minutes, hyung.” he points out, matter-of-factly, “you’ve been staring at her for thirty minutes now.”

he cocks a brow as he gestures towards the girl who had juwon’s undivided attention. “I can’t watch this go on for another minute.” he sighs, “why don’t you make your way over already? it’s about time you took a break and have some fun yourself.” he presses on, hoping to convince the older to approach the girl already. “I brought along some help.” he lifts the bottle of vodka in his hand, waving it lightly the air, “alcohol gives you courage.” he grins proudly, popping open the bottle, “and the only thing you lack right now is courage.”