#sgnxgikwang

it’s such a bother being bored.

you’d think that having all the money in the world would mean that he’d never be bored, but it’s the exact opposite. with so much money to spend on getting other people to do things for him, he’s left with far too much free time, and when something is a nuisance for him, it becomes a nuisance for everyone else around him, too.

case in point: the approaching figure. at first glance, one would assume he’s on his way to class or to a job or something, sehun really can’t tell, but what fate has in store for him is something entirely different, and it comes in the form of chaos embodied, a grin on his face that can only be described as sinister---at least, that’s how he thinks gikwang would describe it. others, however, and rightfully so, would call his smile charming and entrancing.

it’s no secret that gikwang dislikes him, but just how much, sehun has yet to ascertain. he seems to still cross that threshold between “god, you’re annoying me, go away” and “i’m going to punch your lights out, you fucking dickbag.” today, he’s decided to devote his time to toeing that line and seeing how far he can go. and so, with long stride and an indiscernible hop in his step, he sidles up next to him and drapes an arm over his shoulder. “hey pal,” he says, letting the title draw out knowing full well they are not friends. “got any plans for today? want to hang out with your best bud?”

He packed his bag, stuffed in towel and water bottle and looked over to the older man, after asking a casual question. Gikwang had seen Daeryong and Riya interact before, and as he heard the other saying that the men around were just idiots or kids, so he was wondering if there was something going on between the two of them. Riya was a beautiful, independent and strong woman, Daeryong a handsome and nice guy. Who knows if they could hit it off together. “Oh, sorry… Celebrity noona is my nickname for her. I mean Riya-noona. I’ve seen you talking to her the other day.” The younger dancer beamed a bright smile at the older male, hoping to hear some good news. If his friends could be happy, he as well was happy as well. “She is pretty, isn’t she?” He came closer and nudged the side of his dance coach.

@seongnamkrp:

on the day of feburary the fourteenth, someone approaches your door with a gift. a basket is left hanging upon the door handle with a teddy bear holding a heart inside, and a fuschia note with hearts is placed upon the door, lightly stuck upon a place where you would see it within eyesight. handwritten in black ink, the note states:

to   ›  kim yoohyeon

To the cutie Yoo! This is a little gift to show how much I appreciate having you as my friend! Thanks for bringing so much fun into my life! 

from   ›  Your Gikwang

and all that is left is a light knock upon the doorstep to signal you before the person dashes off into the unknown.

it’s fairly early in the day when the first one arrives, eyes still groggy from having woken up closer to noon than any time in the early morning. she’s slow to get to the door when she hears the knocks, but when she opens it and sees no one there, her brows furrow, wondering who would do such a thing in a university hall, and how they’d gotten away so quickly.

it’s only when she goes to close her door that she realizes there’s something on it, and she takes the bakset off the door before plucking the note off. nudging the door closed behind her with her foot, she reads the note with a smile, placing it upon the whiteboard section of her bulletin board so she can play with the teddy bear with both hands. hopping onto her bed, she places it in front of her and quickly snaps a picture, sending it as an attachment in a text message.

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it’s not often that she plays video games with other people. she’s often content sitting alone in her dorm with a blanket and some snacks, playing single player rpgs until she checks the time some hours later only to realize there’s a mere two hours left until sunrise. it’s a means of escape, a dive into fantasy and imagination, and it helps boost her creativity.

other times, she just wants to beat up some monsters.

and that’s where gikwang comes in. in a strange turn of events, they hadn’t met at the school they were both attending; rather, they had met online in a video game, and had been playing together for quite some time before realizing they were living within the same vicinity. admittedly, she’d been quite skeptical when she’d first learned about it, wary of all the tales and stories on the internet and heard in real life, but in the end, she’d gone through with meeting him in person anyway, and she’s glad she did. some of the short films he’d featured in had garnered a lot of audience engagement, which is why she’s always more than happy to oblige a request to play video games at her dorm.

she’s just dropped a bag of popcorn into the microwave when she hears someone at her door, and she shuffles over to open it, a smile on her face when she does. “hi!” she greets cheerily, immediately pulling him in by the wrist and closing the door behind him. “i’ve got some popcorn in the microwave. do you want something to drink?”

“ you don’t?” she raises a brow.  “ there wouldn’t be a word for it if it didn’t exist somewhere, somehow in creation.  and .. i can’t help but feel like fate is playing a nasty trick on me lately, anyway.”

“candour. raw, sincere candour. it’s different from just being blatantly and obnoxiously straightforward, which is the most that I can be; it’s different from not being shy and daring to tell a girl she’s pretty. true candour is having the courage to say things that are difficult to say, only because of how much you mean them. like, telling someone that you miss them, or that you love them. it could even be something simple like “I’m sorry”. while it might seem easy to say these things, it’s something that takes a lot of courage to do and I envy people like that, people who are brave enough to bare their hearts.”

HONESTY HOUR MEME!  -  STATUS: ACCEPTING 

— ‘  ⋆ ˚｡  « first things first, how useful they are to me. if i don’t get anything out of talking to them, then why would i waste my time talking to them? harsh, but that’s just how i am. secondly, how well they can read the environment around them. i might seem friendly because i have to be, but when i don’t want t talk, i don’t want to talk. and those who can tell i’m not in the mood to talk automatically get ten points in my book. lastly, and this is going to sound ironic coming from me, but humbleness. or rather, i can’t stand people who are overly cocky. those who are incredibly cocky are the people that i find myself wanting to bring down the most. » 

HONESTY MEME: Accepting!!

“Oh,” he exclaims way too loud. “I’ve had this idea for a book all about this really average person who knows a bunch of super cool people and is constantly finding themselves on the cusp of extraordinary situations, but always ducks out.” Gesticulating wildly, his eyes practically sparkle with barely restrained enthusiasm. He continues in an affected mysterious accent, “oh, yeah, this glowing weird gem sure is interesting! I have to go home and feed the chickens though. Best to leave it be." Shoulders shake with merry giggles. “It sounds so funny to me! You’re halfway through the book, still waiting for things to kick off, but it never does. Instead you learn a valuable life lesson about support characters!”