#stagedown

✉ → [agatha] please, tell me you're available. ✉ → [agatha] i either did something really stupid or really not stupid.

having gathered the courage to text her gal pal about her male problems, someone had to listen, so, she continued to type.

✉ → [agatha] and before you ask, no, i didn't kill anyone yet. ✉ → [agatha] that's still somewhere down the line and probably with a tennis racket as my weapon of choice.

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finally packed up and ready to leave, he sets off towards nuri hall, fantasizing about an ice cold shower like it's a long lost lover. but just as he mentally composes everything he will do once his shoes are off his feet, something catches in his periphery. the art booth is still up and there she is. agatha. intriguing.

somehow, from the pits of his energy reserves, minjae summons one last heroic burst of motion. thanks to his long legs and longer strides, within seconds, he's there, standing in front of the booth, beaming with a grin so wide it's basically its own performance. then, "oooh, agatha~ i didn't know they'd put you on guard duty today."

an event that lasts for three days came with months of preparations. it’s yeonhwa university’s first summer festival, so the pressure remains heavy on both the student body government and antares. weeks of meetings, discussions, and stress to for this event come to life — it’ll be worth it, hwaryun reassures the others and himself.

there’s a lot going on, and hwaryun hasn’t found much time to enjoy the activities. his mind has been occupied with his duties as the president, checking in on clubs and making sure that the process goes smoothly. if there are hiccups along the way, then it’ll be solved as quickly as possible. hwaryun isn’t a perfectionist by all means, but he needs to make sure that this event is a success. when all is done, he thinks about giving the rest of the organisers a little surprise party as a celebration of their blood, sweat and tears.

he’s barely slept this past week, there were simply too many things to do and his phone is still bursting with notifications. and he knows that agatha is in the same boat too, working as hard as him. when they get the opportunity to meet up for a brief moment, hwaryun offers her a bottle of cold grape ade. he remembers the girl liking this drink, so he picked it up when he saw a booth selling it.

"... and he stops me when i'm the way back to my room and i'm like dude, can you seriously not read the vibes i'm trying to give you right now?" seoyun rants, slightly crouched over with her legs slightly spread while she sat on her couch, one hand wildly gesturing in annoyance while the other grips at her iced coffee.

this was the seoyun that she rarely showed to other people. the part of her that was a little less 'proper', because goodness knows she'd rather recite a 10 page essay by heart about gianni versace's life in front of an auditorium of people than have anyone else see her manspreading. she had a reputation to hold; she was han seoyun, and han seoyun didn't let a single hair of hers be out of place in public.

the need to perform the role of 'han seoyun' was deep in her bones and difficult to shake off, like with many of the other ophiuchus members, or her classmates, or even her family. and maybe the act wasn't warranted at all in other's eyes (everyone had bad days, uncomfortable times, or whatever else), but to her it felt needed. but with agatha, one of the very few people she can comfortably call a friend (not an acquaintance, not an enemy, a friend), it was different. she didn't feel the need to preform in front of her. she was just seoyun with her, and that was more than enough.

"then he has the audacity to ask me if i'm 'open minded'," she says the phrase in a mocking voice, pausing to take a long sip of her coffee. "like, wouldn't you like to know? i mean, where do people like that get off? i bet he only has like 100 followers, anyway."

the lack of response catches her attention. usually, agatha would be right there, responding to her little comments and rants, but today she was... awful quiet.

this is the third- maybe fourth time in the past few months minhyun has played mediator, or coach really- yeah lifestyle coach had a ring to it, he likes that better- but that wasn't the point really. it was probably the fourth time him and agatha had been cornered in one of the empty classroom's corner, one airpods split between the two of them for the call agatha had with her mum.

minhyun had been playing support role, typing on his phone for answers agatha should give. some remarks had to be removed and rewritten, he wasn't speaking to his parents so swear words were a no go. but he had learned how to handle these situations as they had been going on for a while. honestly, he thinks this was the longest calls he had had to sit through. he doesn't complain, never does, but his composure and proper remarks and comebacks are running on thin. he could never be as patient as agatha was with her mother, then again, his parents were never patient with him so why did it matter-

the call finishes after about twenty more exchanges but his friend was already getting the hang of how to answer, how to pretty much twist her mum's words just enough to get the upper hand. that's what a few years under his wing does to people and minhyun is lowkey- highkey actually, grinning wide, ear to ear, his face might split in two if he was honest. his cheeks even hurt, but god did it feel good. agatha hangs up on her mum and he instantly takes the airpod out of his ear, sighing loudly in victory as he slumps into his seat, thrown caressly being thrown on the desk. he ignores the way it bounces off it and lands somewhere on the ground.

💡 — A random idea or half-thought scribbled down.

"date of birth = destined for failure?????"