🤔 a nonsensical text.

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   ↪ ··· what spf sunscreen do you wear?    ↪ ··· it has to be pretty strong, right?    ↪ ··· so that you don’t die

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

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STARTER FOR @sgnshin

barbie walks a path that’s growing more and more familiar to her, the more she has to spend time looking for shin because he won’t respond to her calls or messages. it’s a nice walk from the humanities building to the law building. the beginning of winter means the trees are bare and looking a little pitiful, but the transience of nature is beautiful in its own way. it reminds her of snowy christmases back in the states, hot cocoa, and opening presents. the crispness of the air is refreshingly sharp and the chatter of students provides a soothing backdrop. 

chasing after shin feels more nostalgic than she thought it would. in the years that they spent apart, barbie had allowed the thoughts and memories of shin fade to the back of her mind. there were always more important things to be dealing with and thinking about, so many other achievements to chase and others who didn’t treat her like he did. it’s not the first time she’s come looking for him since her enrolment into the school, but she’d never really paused to consider the space that’s grown between them until now.

‘barbie, your brother’s just being a little stubborn. we just need you to go talk to him, alright? bring him home for seollal,’ mummy had said, but barbie’s starting to think there’s a lot more to whatever is going on between shin and their parents. she’s outside the classroom she knows he’s supposed to be having classes in (teaching?) before long and she waits for the students to start streaming out before she slips in.

❎ + a text meant for somebody else !

(kakaotalk)

03.05PM

msg* (fis)shin(g) >> no I’m pretty sure I read in an article that if you squeeze lemon in your eyes then your eye colour will turn yellowmsg* (fis)shin(g) >> if I buy lemons then are you willing to try it out?msg* (fis)shin(g) >> ah sorry hyung, that was meant for somebody else :3

🚨 + an urgent text !

(kakaotalk)

02.39PM

🤔 ; nonsensical

    ( outgoing … shin?? i think )✦ how many people in the city own trampolines you think..✦ i’m doing a survey and now i’m curious do you own a trampoline???

❓ ; choose randomly < awkward >

😟- a worried text

( 5 ) NEW MESSAGES FROM LILY !!

[ text ⤑ shin ♡ ] are you going to keep ignoring me messages like this???[ text ⤑ shin ♡ ] i know something is wrong other wise you would have replied[ text ⤑ shin ♡ ] if you don’t respond i’m going to come over...[ text ⤑ shin ♡ ] shin??? [ text ⤑ shin ♡ ] that’s it. i’m on my way!

he wakes up, immediately wanting to do something spontaneous, perhaps its his chaotic nature speaking to him. he had spent the entire morning looking at tattoo inspirations to get, mainly wanting something like shin hyung, but with his own flare in the mix. he grabs his phone by the table, beside his laptop:

(txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: i want to get a tattoo (txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: like shin hyung (txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: but not like shin hyung

he needed some support, some rallying and maybe lily noona would shoot him down and tell him that it’s a bad idea, only to later stamp a pentagram onto her forehead whilst she’s asleep and tell her she was sleep walking and being possessed, give her a little spook. but hopefully, he wouldn’t have to resort to that. their little vacation to the haunted house was not very haunted, if anything it was quite liberating. an odd thought that negative energy would fuel his own positivity, unfathomable at best, but also somewhat amusing. he was sure shin would understand, he was rational unlike lily. and he couldn’t believe they used to be a thing, a weird thing, did she try to make shin a believer like her? 

closing the tabs on his laptop as he reaches for his phone again:

(txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: lily noona can get a pentagram on her forehead to ward off evil spirits

♡  @sgnshin  |  the vast expanse of obsidian space between them is more suffocating than it is comforting. moreso because the vast expanse isn’t really all that vast. or expansive.

instead it takes place within the world’s smallest coat closet -- one that half of the dahlia girls have been consistently requesting to have redone, while the other half was mute, found it’s usefulness during times like this. as if a game called seven minutes in heaven was something substantial.

it seemed to be substantial enough to sian of the past, whatever mix of cherry vodka the wolfbane boys had brought over leaving a pleasurable hum once it infiltrates her system, tipsy enough to agree to the game with an indulgent grin. it isn’t long before she comes to think that if there is some kind of god up there looking down upon the world, amusing himself with humans as if they were his illimitable supply of sims, she thinks that one -- he takes an immense amount of delight in her suffering, which seems to go against everything that an omnipotent god is supposed to stand for ( unless they’re greek or demonic ), and two -- his sense of humor is absolute shit, which leads back to thought number one. there’s a bottle that’s spun, and when brown hues gaze upon the other person it lands on besides herself, her first instinct is to laugh -- and she’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or the stress of the matter hitting her. her second instinct is to run.

after all, it’s what she’s been doing this whole time.

before she’s even allowed to emit either reaction there are lithe hands pushing her inside with such force it makes her confused, wondering how much a small girl like that could bench and it’s enough to keep her distracted so that she’s pushed into the closet with ease, shin following with a slam of the door behind him. so the vast expanse truly isn’t all that vast -- especially when the sheer weight of the awkward atmosphere between them drives her against the wall, has her back sliding down wallpaper until she’s seated upon the floor. it helps that the lights are off, at least, the party-goers most likely too drunk to realize. but if it weren’t for the bass of that played out camilla cabello song reverberating within the house, sian could probably hear the sound of shin’s breathing. she has to keep her knees to her chest so that her legs don’t accidentally brush upon his feet. it’s silent, and she’s sure this is how one of the rings of hell feels like. or maybe the bad place. same concept.

because what is she supposed to do? what is she supposed to say to someone who wished almost unforgivable things upon you when all you tried to do was help them? even if it was a while ago.

“uh ... hi. long time no see?”

she’s always had a good eye for reading people---at least, that’s what she’d always been told. the story goes that once upon a time, a man had come up to their house, asking for help because his car had broken down the road. her parents, being the good people they are (at least, that’s what they were at the time), were happy to help, but little yoohyeon would not stop screaming and crying not to let the man in. it turns out, they were right to listen to their three-year-old daughter, because the next day on the news came the warning of an escaped convict going from door to door in the neighborhood.

she doesn’t know how true that story is, told to her by her elder brother a long time ago, but she tends to believe it, seeing as how she usually doesn’t have a hard time deciphering whether a person is good or bad. it’s helped her tremendously throughout her life, steering her away from those who would want to harm or use her, and forging friendships with those who only wish to uplift and support her.

it’s become a little difficult after entering snu, though. there are so many people on campus who have secrets to hide, so many who have lived their life so full of lies that even they can’t tell what’s truth anymore. it makes everything so muddled and confusing, but there are none more confusing than shin tsai.

try as she might, she’s never quite been able to figure out who he is---or what, for that matter. he’s become so difficult to read that she’s convinced herself that he is no ordinary human, and she’s determined to find out what it is. which is why she’s currently found herself up in a tree, watching him as he walks by down below. it’s without intention that a branch cracks, causing leaves to fall and rustle all around him, definitely giving away her position. figuring she’s already been had, she gives her position away herself, hoping to take away the satisfaction of outing her on his own.

“what’s that you’ve got in your hand?” she asks from above, refusing to get down from the tree for the time being. “it wouldn’t happen be your life’s blood, would it?”