with @sgnwooseok

upon joining the cooking club, hyunjae had little to no intention of properly participating in the club activities. he popped in for them, once or twice, if it involved cooking something new that he’d never tried before and he needed assistance with, otherwise he’d rather be on his own. ultimately, he signed up for the cooking club so he could use the kitchen without questions, other than when he spent too long in them and night comes sooner than he thought.

wooseok seemed to share the same sentiment. he doesn’t see the other attend club activities either, only popping in to use the kitchen like he did. eventually, wooseok became his official taste tester, and hyunjae was more than happy to try out whatever combination of experiments wooseok shoved into a tray of muffins. it has been a while since he had seen his taste tester in the kitchen though, and hyunjae knew why, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be bitter about it!

another session of cooking was complete without anyone there for him to feed. this time around, he followed a youtube video and made chicken alfredo pasta. he took a picture of his newest creation and sent it to wooseok.

(  ✉  )     outgoing   →   wooseok  !

          chanyeol doesn’t pretend to know all of the details   —   he couldn’t possibly know, even if he’s heard some of it from hwiyoung, even if he’s seen the aftermath with his friend, his next-door neighbor technically, which is great but it means he experienced more than a few awkward moments. he shakes around the existence of wooseok and he’s just not that type. if anything, chanyeol’s always been more of the overly friendly, in-your-face, why-does-everyone-know-of-him type. it’s his brand, he jokes, so it feels odd to be put in situations where he’s constantly around or bound to be around wooseok without knowing what to do. he doesn’t like it, doesn’t feel right, and so he dances around the chance he gets, knowing perfectly well he’s usually the idiot that’s first out on the dance floor looking like he’s about to break some bones. 

the thing is, while he knows @sgnwooseok and for all intents and purposes wholly and unequivocally tolerates him (which is really high praise, seriously), he doesn’t actually hang out with him much. yideun doesn’t hang out with anyone much if he has anything to say about it, but wooseok in particular seems especially respectful of how intent yideun is on doing 100% his own thing 100% of the time. 

that being said, wooseok is a “””””friend””””” and also seungwoo’s—who is also a “””””””””friend”””””””””—boyfriend, so his integration into yideun’s life is kind of seamless, easy, and doesn’t leave much room for yideun to protest. 

so, yeah, sometimes they hang out. and most times the hangouts are at the campus cafe for ten minutes before yideun realizes he’s supposed to be in class (haha “realizes”), but sometimes they’re not on campus—sometimes they’re in the most nature-y of places that one could possibly find in seoul’s sprawling urban metropolis. sometimes a friendship is just two boys at the base of ansan, one standing on the ground and the other trapped up—yes, up—a fucking tree because he tried to help a very capable cat down.

“it’s fine,” yideun says, and it is. the breeze is really great from up where he is. he probably can’t jump down without spraining an ankle or two, sure, but maybe he can take the day off from crippling pessimism to try to look for the bright side. “monkeys are in trees all the time. humans are basically monkeys. darwinism. natural selection. evolution. science.” 

this is a fucking disaster. 

yideun looks down at wooseok, who is probably rightfully concerned. the cat, too, is now in wooseok’s arms—and at least yideun has that single positive to this otherwise terrible day. one tree for hwang yideun, one safe cat for mankind or whatever. 

@sgnwooseok     //  tw: minor blood mention

humiliation covers her pink, a curse on her tongue as she stands from her sudden fall. there's a sting on her knee that she knows she's scraped, a grimace on her face at the twinge of pain from the red splotted injury. she huffs as she pushes herself to stand, leg buckling before she catches herself with a hiss. she stumbles back, collapsing into the bench nearest, her purse knocking against it loosely as it dangles from the crook of her elbow.

( sms ! ) [ ✉︎ ] seokkie

@sgnwooseok

one thing that troubled him in winter was the overheated rooms in every institution he visited. no matter if it were lecture halls on campus, shops or public transportation, wherever he went he started to sweat. gikwang was definitely not the type who would say no to a warm and cozy blanket (comfortable movie nights were just simply awesome), but with all sports he did he was also the type of guy who rarely felt cold. so he tended to rip open his jacket whenever he got inside, especially in crowded places like the university.

he quickly glanced on his phone to check the time, before looking up and searching the hallways for his friend with his eyes. since they weren’t students from the same subject, they were supposed to meet up at this particular spot to grab lunch together. gikwang was leaned against the wall, his bag containing a notepad and his laptop at his feet, while countless people passed by. faces he had never seen before went by, and even though it was already past their meeting time, his friend hadn’t approached him yet. the hunger made his stomache growl, so he decided to write the other a message, just to receive a short reply how he would be late a few minutes because of something important coming up all of the sudden.

txt → kim wooseok : [ link ]

txt → kim wooseok: no that’s not it hold on

txt → kim wooseok: [ link ]

🌑 ; late night