#steadycompass

to no one's surprise, lucas has, once again, found himself in deep shit. the damage this time? miyeon's scraped knees. and sprained wrist. among several other small wounds that are the direct result of him not calling out GOT IT! on the volleyball court. ( really, out of all the other instances where shutting the fuck up would've helped him, lucas chose to do so then. )

which brings him here—to the seat where jisung and miyeon have already settled in. it only takes a glimpse at miyeon's wrist to twist him all up. god, he feels so bad.

"you heard me." lucas tries to be casual about it. that is, if propping up an arm over the seat in front of the pair while sporting a ( suspiciously ) tight smile can be classified as casual. "i wanna sit with miyeon. so move." there's definitely a better way to go about this, but jisung knows him so lucas isn't fussed about formalities.

“okay, so. random question, definitely just came to mind right now—would you fuck any of your friends?”

the question suddenly came from yujin, his hands busy playing a round of mario kart ds and feet kicking behind him with how comfortable he made himself on micah’s bed. he was acting completely nonchalant as if he didn’t just ask an extremely personal question when they were previously sitting in a nice silence.

he wasn’t completely lying though, the question did spring to him out of nowhere for the most part, but at the same time he had some reason to think about it. he bites his lip before he speaks again, half-focused on the conversation he started, but mostly on his game.

(he was only playing against bots, but he was taking it way more seriously than he needed to.)

“likeee… i heard some dudes in one of my classes—oh fuck off, wario—talking about how, uh, they did stuff together before, i guess? … not that i was eavesdropping on purpose, i just sit close enough to them to hear!” he glances up at micah for a moment, his eyes wide after how he realizes what he said. that manages to break his concentration. “i’m not a freak who just listens to people like that, swear!”

yujin can't help but frown for a moment, nervous at the idea of sounding like some pervert who just listens in on people’s sexual conversations. oh my god, yujin, stop thinking about it! “what was i… oh, right. anyway, that whole situation just made me wonder if any of my dude friends would do that, i guess.”

✈️ — Something that made you feel far from home.

she lays in bed alone for the fourth night in the row, doom scrolling on her phone instead of doing her stretches before bed. she wrote down a to-do list around three hours ago but got bored after having crossed off one. there’s music playing speakers but she isn’t even paying attention when all she could think about is how cold her bed has been in the middle of february winter.

she throws her blanket closer to her neck, a sigh slips from her lips as she thinks about not having someone to hug tonight. at least minhyun has dori or whatever. not that she wants to hug that cat when it’s been nothing but mean to her. she switches tabs to her messages, re-reading micah’s last message to her. it’s been an hour and she’s yet to respond, mulling over what to say next.

she hasn’t seen him in four days, the last time being their date on valentines day. she was happy, really. she enjoyed her time with him, yes. but…

and there’s always a but when it comes to soojin and her relationships. she’s gotten used to having micah around during the entire winter break. hell, it might not even be a reach to say that he’s basically lived here in the last four weeks. now that she hasn’t seen him in a couple of days, she’s worried that he’s going to get even busier now that the new semester is just around the corner.

she throws her phone on her bed, with it bouncing to the edge. soojin brings her arm to cover her eyes, sighing for the fifth time in an hour. maybe it is finally time to actually sit down and figure out whatever this is. all this time she hasn’t been very forthcoming in actually discussing their relationship. she usually doesn’t think about it and prefer to enjoy things in the moment, but she hasn’t asked micah about how he feels. she doesn’t want to be the cause of distraction for him, now that he’s entering grad school.

she rolls over to her phone, her head hanging from the edge of her bed like a sad mop. she looks at his message again and starts typing.

jiyul and @steadycompass go on a photography club-induced adventure around seoul

leisure. that's the theme for photography club this month. since receiving the prompt, jiyul has learned he doesn't really know what leisure even is. things you do for fun and to relax, right? he supposes his instruments wouldn't count, because even though he does play them to relax, they're also involved in his line of study, and future line of work – hopefully.

so it needs to be something else. the word leisure really just makes jiyul think of beaches, but they aren't going to find one of those in seoul. maybe a pool would be the next best thing?

he isn't sure. neither is micah, really, which brings them to now: wandering seoul's streets, searching for something inspiring that might suit the theme.

"do plants count as leisure...?" he asks, quiet as always. no, that surely requires elaboration. "like...gardening. i have plants. but i guess that's not a garden." his eyebrows furrow together in thought. maybe it doesn't really matter that much? as long as they can explain why they chose that photo to represent the theme.