@✶ › x. jiaqi。@✶ › t. mark。@✶ › l. jieun。@✶ › b. yoonyoung。 ✯⭒﹝ ғʀᴏᴍ: ᴄʟᴜsᴛᴇʀ 3 ᴘʀᴇғᴇᴄᴛ ﹞
❝ welcome, jiaqi and jieun, to your league! everyone, they will be your new member for this academic year.
@✶ › b. yoonyoung。 "Cool," reassured and comfortable, Mark nodded at the girl's approval and sat down on a stool himself. He let out an airy chuckle, his eyes fixed on the pancakes. How did last night go? "You won't believe me, but I'm asking the same question," his eyebrows were drawn together and raised in a self-deprecating confusion. "I know we've met, I know I left, and then I remember... waking up here. I have no idea." As horrifying as that was, to Mark, it used to be a pretty regular occurrence when he was younger and hit the clubs regularly. This, though, was quite out of character. "Good for you. Is your room okay? 'Cause we can exchange if you don't like it," Mark offered as he took his first bite of the pancake. They weren't the worst, but his mother's were better. "I guess I had. I'm not that spit out even though I don't remember -" he caught himself swearing so easily, eyes bugging out as well as his hand coming to cover his betraying mouth. "Sorry. It's a habit," he apologized, not that he cared too much, it was just the different status of his company. "How's the food?" he cleared his throat, redirecting the topic.
@✶ › t. mark。 There wasn’t much beverage stored in the fridge, so she resorted to having plain water instead. “Alright,” she replied as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard while the other went to get the door. Yoonyoung settled herself on the counter stool as the other unloaded the contents of the bag. “Sure, I’ll need any kind of caffeine for today.” Tying her hair up to a ponytail, she put a thumb up in assurance. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, as long as we can eat something. And why’s that? How’d last night go?” Her head tilted slightly in curiosity while sliding the food to her. “Ah, it was comfy. Probably from being exhausted last night.” She nodded her head and took a bite of the pancakes, humming in delight as it had been ages since she had these. “How about you? Had some good sleep?”
@✶ › b. yoonyoung。 Mark was alerted by the approaching figure of his league mate and lifted his gaze from the screen of his phone. "Hey," he greeted her nonchalantly and smiled a little. "Yep, it's on the way," he nodded, locked his screen and slipped the phone into his pocket. The moment he set his phone aside, it pinged with the arrival of the delivery. Mark excused himself quickly to go pick it up and pay for it.
"I got you coffee too, hope you drink it. Ordered it in parts so you can mix it how you like it," he laughed as he brought back the paper bag filled with their breakfast, settling it on top of the kitchen isle. "And some scallion pancakes. I should've asked what you'd prefer, but... yeah, last night was rough," he admitted, ruffling his own hair slightly at the memory. He started unpacking everything, getting his plain black coffee out first, tasting its quality. "How was your first night in the new place?" he asked with a chuckle as he divided the delivery into two sets, one for him, one for her.
@✶ › t. mark。 Yoonyoung snoozed her alarm for the second time. It was kind of uncharacteristic of her to do that, but she’ll let it slide after being fatigued by the gala last night. There was not much remarkable to remember, though she was reminded she was to have some kind of get-to-know breakfast with her league mate. Looking at the time, it was already a couple minutes off her usual wake-up time and prayed it wouldn’t ruin her plans today. She bounced off the bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up her unruly state. Grabbing a loose button-down and jeans to slide into, Yoonyoung shuffled out of her room. She spotted her housemate by the sofa and raised her hand to a small wave. “Morning,” she greeted promptly as she made her way to the kitchen for something to drink. “Got breakfast yet?”
@✶ › b. yoonyoung。 The morning, or early afternoon rather, after the gala was a difficult one. Not necessarily hungover, but he surely didn't know how or when he got back to the apartment. Either way, a promise was a promise. He vaguely remembered the introductions last night with his supposed roommate and that they planned to have a breakfast let's-get-to-know-each-other thing. Groggily, he washed up and trudged out into the kitchen. Still in his sleepwear that consisted of loose sweatpants and plain loose white t-shirt, his hair still messy, Mark decided to prepare some quick breakfast. Prepare, as in kick his feet up, lay on the sofa, and call takeout for some scallion pancakes, coffee, and some will to live. He didn't care if the other would like it or not, but he didn't feel like cooking either. None of his senses were well enough to not burn the place down by negligence. Mark remained lounging on the sofa while waiting for the delivery as well as for his roommate to show up.
