@✸ › k. minjeong。 just as he was about to straighten himself up and predict the figure skater's next move, he spots a dark coat being thrown at him from his peripheral. there was no time to raise any brows, so he simply swatted the coat away to the ground. he only hopes that whomever was the owner of the said coat wouldn't get angry. then again, they may have been too drunk to realize it - much like a good portion of the student body present. nevertheless, a moment's pondering is enough to bare youngkyun's flaws because in the few seconds he spent fussing about the coat he had not predicted minjeong would lunge at him. the taller boy, having almost no time to think, almost stumbles back as he dodges what's coming.
@✶ › minghao。 junhui can only flash minghao a sheepish smile at his words, moving his gaze away from the man to avoid his eyes. "ah, i'm not really that friendly, you know..." he chuckles, taking his phone once it's given back to him and waiting for the app to give him a notification. "though i did get to meet a couple of people, i was alone for the most part. can't really get attached if i have to move places every now and then," junhui's expression slowly turns solemn as he speaks, pausing for a brief moment and humming lowly - then it's gone in the blink of an eye when he finally feels his phone buzz, excitement evident in his features as he taps 'accept' and sends minghao a follow request. "anyway - if you really want me to keep doing that, just tell me! i'm easy to convince," he grins, giving his friend a playful wink.
@✷ › w. junhui。 minghao looks up from junhui's screen for a moment upon hearing the latter half of his words. now that's surprising, he thinks, but then again the frequent cat—if not food—pictures never ceased to set his phone off at the strangest hours of the day, even until a few days before his flight to medina. "what do you mean you can't talk to anyone?" he decides to ask. "i was under the impression that you have met a handful of people from your travels." then, after contemplating for a while, he returns the phone and fishes out his own device from his pocket and types 'wenyunhui' into the search bar before hitting the follow button (and yes, he's set on not granting the younger man a follow back until further notice). "why not? you've been spamming me with texts for the past two years anyway," he says, slipping his phone back into the safety of his trousers pocket.
@✷ › c. soobin。 soobin's talking nonsense, but nothing minjeong isn't used to. while she isn't one to refuse a drink when offered, she's had more opportunities of remaining sober compared to soobin's experiences. "you should've still waited for me," she says, lips forming into a small pout as she looks up at him, shooting him a judging look. she then sighs, pulling soobin close—she /may/ be a little stronger than how she looks, but her best friend is still gigantic compared to her. "then beom could've been stuck with taking care of us both, but nooo, you decide to get drunk on your own!"
at soobin's admission, however, her pouting visage changes into one of disbelief. once again, she sighs, and she raises a hand to her forehead. "of course, you wouldn't remember," she says, more to herself than soobin. she should've made it a note to remember it as well... but alas, she was too distracted by the cold to even pay attention until the moment she heard her name. "hopefully, my leaguemates won't mind if i bring you home... or maybe i should just let you sleep on the streets?"
@✷ › k. youngkyun。 minjeong barely has time to understand that youngkyun's so obviously targetting her legs, but it takes her a second too late to react. she's forced on one knee, a hand touching the floor, the gesture carrying with it the sort of elegance that only a figure skater can possess. she can only hope that such an injury isn't too bad—though she supposes she's had /worse/ injuries—before she takes off soobin's coat by her waist (she makes a mental note of apologizing if it gets ruined, or just get him a new one), and she throws it toward youngkyun's face. her next movement is sure—she lunges at the man without any worries about any bystanders. this isn't their first time being like this in public, is it?
@✷ › c. yoonah。 Recalling the primary reason as to why she was sent abroad for almost half of her life and considering her state right now, leaves a bad taste in the princess’ mouth. Sooyoung feels guilty for barely knowing most of the people within the premises of the campus. She should at least have an idea of who they are given their prominence in society, especially those who are their own. That is the unavoidable consequence though, of being left in the dark. Still, she has not really come to terms with that and frankly, Sooyoung thinks she never will.
Thus, she attentively listened to Yoonah’s remarks about one of their leaguemates: Park Chaeyoung. Nodding along with the information she was getting from the other, hoping her distressed brain could retain most of it. Sooyoung, though a little taken aback with the nudge she had received, was able to muster a bashful laugh. “Mmhmm.” A sign of acknowledgment as she tried to stretch out the conversation a bit longer. “Would you be rooming with her, Yoonah? Or would you be open to the idea of rooming with me?” It was a rather impulsive request, but the last time Sooyoung had a roommate was during her early boarding school days, when the children slept in quarters instead of small and more private rooms once they grow into their teens. The princess misses it, she must confess.
@✷ › sooyoung。 It's been less than twenty-four hours since Yoonah first arrived on the island of Medini to attend Stellavenace, but she could swear the academy was already playing favorites. It seemed she was not one of them for (1) her two best friends had been placed into a league together without her, and (2) she was placed into a league with a member of the royal family. Perhaps this could be considered a series of unfortunate events, but she has to admit she'd rather be in a league with Sooyoung than the other royals. Judging from this one conversation alone, it doesn't seem to bad to be within the other's company.
"A coincidence indeed," she replies with a nod of her head, pursing her lips together as she thought about the question the princess asked. "I know one of them, if it helps. Park Chaeyoung is a close friend of mine. Her parents are famous for their development of hotels, but she's made her own name as a fashion influencer." The supermodel's gaze flickers over to said friend as she speaks, almost as if she's pointing her out to Sooyoung. "Well, two, if we count you," she adds with a small chuckle, refraining from nudging the other girl with her shoulder. She's not sure if this is something the royal would welcome given that they're not exactly the closest, either.
@✸ › k. minjeong。 soobin can only hum as his eyes trail down her figure, watching its fabric drape down her legs like some kind of extension for her dress and dance along to the night breeze. smart move—not to mention stylish. that is all his hazy thoughts could offer. "fashion queen," his mouth supplies, obviously useless and long disconnected from his brain. "s'okay— keep it as long as ya want. looks good on ya 'nyway." did he say that a little too loud? he doesn't know anymore. all he knows is that his stomach is starting to feel funny, and minjeong's nagging wouldn't do much to cure it. "whaddya mean without ya," he groans, rolling his eyes. "you were gone for—dunno, days. dunno where beom is. or junnie. or noona. got bored and"—he holds a closed fist out and opens it in one abrupt motion—"/bam/! finished like... dunno. but it's good. so good."
he lets out a whine in protest when minjeong drags him towards the opposite direction. "rogeeeer that." he sticks a hand into his trouser pocket and fumbles around for a bit before pulling it out sloppily. he taps on a few names that are hopefully theirs—and types a short text that hopefully resembles 'with minjeong now'. he slips the device back into the pocket (thank goodness it didn't miss) and pulls his lips into a frown at the next question. "are we s'posed t'know that already?" he tilts his head in confusion. "just remember bein' called last... ish."
@✸ › k. minjeong。 "oof-" the impact of her kick to his back sent youngkyun stumbling back a few steps, though not enough for him to fall back. needless to say, he was impressed that minjeong's reflexes were as sharp as ever - if he had to compare, she was like a falling icicle that struck at a moment's notice. he chuckles, had he the time to speak he would tell her that she's still got her fire after all these years but such a spar doesn't grant the luxuries of small talk. instead, youngkyun opts to pivots his heel and lowers himself to deliver a sweeping kick to minjeong's shin.
@✶ › minghao。 the chuckle that leaves minghao's lips makes junhui's heart feel a tad bit lighter; it's one thing to stay in touch with him even as junhui moved kilometers away, but it's entirely another thing to actually be in a conversation with his friend after a couple of years. minghao's right - and he misses this familiarity, jun realizes, after living in multiple cities where he didn't stay long enough to get close to the people around him. "it's not your pictures, really, it's just the fact that i can't talk to anyone!" junhui shoves his hand back into his pocket once minghao takes his phone, rocking back and forth on his heels while he waits for it to be returned. "beats the reason for making a private account in the first place, i know, but still. i can't really spam you with texts, can i?"
@✷ › k. jennie。 The rudeness of the other made his scoff. "Ah- no? I just thought you needed help or som-" he stopped explaining as soon as the female started apologizing. Now /that/ was stranger than her lashing out at him. He suddenly wasn't so confident. It was easier to talk to strangers he could read, had an idea of what to expect. He probably should have hidden in the shadows after the initial comment on men. However, his pride wouldn't allow it.
Mark let out a surprised laugh. "You're lucky I'm not easily offended and that I'm not a creep." With his hands inside his pockets, he languidly approached the lady. "Do you offer strangers rides often? Because, no offense, but it might come off just as creepy as me jumping at the opportunity." Now that he stood closer, his eyebrows furrowed as he had a better view of the ruined dress. He grimaced, his bank account mourning in sympathy. "But I guess I should make sure you're okay after... this," he vaguely gestured at her state with one freed hand. In this light, he could better see the features of the lady. She seemed plenty attractive, despite her unpleasant mood. "Uhm... should I help you walk to your ride?" Mark offered, almost by habit. He was used to escorting his friends who wore high heels after a night of partying, even his mother would hang onto him when she had difficulty walking in uncomfortable shoes. And there was also the sliver of hope that he wouldn't be considered just one of those 'useless bastard men' after this.
@✷ › w. junhui。 this time he can't stop himself from letting out a light chuckle—ah, the junhui standing in front of him is still the same person he was two years ago, isn't he? minghao remembers getting random urges to text him about his whereabouts for reasons he couldn't understand back then, but seeing the younger man in flesh after a long time sure does remind him of why he agreed to maintain a friendly relationship with him. "you know that doesn't equate seeing each other like this," he says. then he takes the other man's phone with a curious gaze—only for his heart to drop at the mention of private accounts. junhui's right: he has one, of course, but does he really want anyone to see what's in it? "hmm," he hums, quickly committing the username on the screen to his memory. perhaps he might be interested in following it. granting junhui the same access, however, remains debatable. "were you that dissatisfied with the updates on my public account? my apologies in that case—i'll try to upload better pictures of myself next time."
@✷ › k. jennie。 Mingyu did not really consider himself unlucky but with the series of events that had been unfolding right now, he begged to differ. Along with the lady—whose identity had finally registered in his head, a leaguemate of his—the male had found himself on the floor again. One of the people serving at the gala had bumped into him, causing him to lose his footing and lean his weight to the person in front of him. “!” He muttered as he scrambled to stand up, not bothering to straighten his coat or fix his hair anymore. “S-sorry. I swear, please forgive me.” There was nothing but apologies inside his head as he looked down to his future housemate still on the ground.
He had reached out his hand to her and pulled her up, examining her from head to toe, expression of concern and horror painting an eccentric expression on his face. “Do you need to go to the clinic? A-are you cold? Is there anything I can do?” His hands were roaming everywhere in his body, trying to reach out for his phone then attempting to remove his coat, raising it to call for help—only to bring it back down again. Truly a mess.
@✷ › k. mingyu。 she counted three seconds before he spoke, too slow for her liking. ochre gaze found his, jaw tightening in response. she couldn't cause a scene here; her patience had crossed the border of the high dam she'd pushed it all in, spilling in waves of annoyance the moment she had stepped into the gala. and this man did nothing to appease it whatsoever.
her own hand raised, stopping him right there in his tracks before he could reach for her, simultaneously a command for him to stop talking. this was one of the people she was supposed to be league-mates with? her lips parted, saying something -anything- but there it was again, another impact that caused the two to crash again. the sound of a metal tray, the fancy chinas the waiter was carrying and shrieks resounded as both jennie and the man came crashing to the floor again; she knew right then and there, feeling more than champagne seep into her clothes, that there was no way her night was going better. "It's fine," she smiled, tight-lipped and reached her hand out. "help me up."
@✶ › t. mark。 it wasn't just champagne that had stained her clothes; it was stained with hor oeuvres and other things she did not want to know about. dry cleaning would rip her pockets off, she thought to herself as she barked a laugh, the thought funny. she was annoyed just mere moments ago but the night had long taken a toll on her; she was just tired. perhaps it was a sign to go home; not her family home or the league house, whatever it was. no, not at all; jennie kim didn't like staying alone so she made do on her friend's couch. except tonight, perhaps she would have to try to find comfort in her own self. heaving a sigh, she turned to walk down the stairs, hand slipping under her dress to pull out her phone from the garter she had stuck it in.
wallet? stashed. emergency text? sent. uber? ordered. hotel? trivago- jennie had to force the thought out of her mind, as she began her way again only to pause when the voice sounded, loud in the otherwise quiet air. the fanfare seemed far away as she turned around, casting a glance at the person who stopped him.
ah, him- she had noticed him earlier; she had liked his suit, the rest she did not care much for. it was a habit, to run her gaze up and down in scrutiny anyone she met- not out of judgment but more so to brace herself for what was to come. she didn't know what she expected him to say but asking that... "do I look okay to you?" the words rolled off her tongue before she knew it, very impolite and rude. she sighed for the nth time that night, fingers raised to momentarily pinche the bridge of her nose. "apologies. but no, not quite so. i have an uber reaching in two minutes, would you like a lift?"
@✷ › c. yoonah。 The remark her cousin had thrown after answering her query made her laugh – in the way she has been taught, of course: mouth covered, head lowered, soft enough to not wake a sleeping child. To people who do not have a hint of blue blood coursing through their veins, Sooyoung would not even care to hold back, throwing away all the etiquette she had been learning ever since birth – but this was Yoonah, though distant, she did not have to pretend that she was not the princess, knowing it simply would only gain her a raised eyebrow and a contorted expression. See, the thing is, Sooyoung cared a lot about social graces, but she knew that somehow, that would be the wall between her and the common folk, and she could not simply stand being aware of such.
Topics jumped from one to another as well as periodical silence between the two. When leagues were being announced, Sooyoung could not care less about who she would be with – after all, she knows she would be spending more time outside their house than inside, maybe being familiar with names and faces would be enough. However, when she had been announced after Yoonah’s name had been called, the princess immediately shifted her attention to the latter, “We’re leaguemates huh? What a coincidence.” She comments, then contemplates what she could say next. “Do you know any of our other leaguemates? Or any impressions that come into mind?”
@✶ › minghao。 "you talk as if we don't text every so often," junhui huffs as he uncovers his mouth to fold his arms across his chest, feigning annoyance only for a smile to bloom on his lips after a couple of seconds. he doesn't know if he should say it out loud, but he really did miss seeing minghao... a little. only a little. after all, he's currently the only one junhui knows in this academy, so it's natural to want to stay with someone he's familiar with, right? "...aaaanyway," he clears his throat, pulling his phone out to hand it to minghao. "first things first - i'm sure you have a private account on twitter, so let's follow each other!"
@✷ › c. soobin。 minjeong places a hand on the arm circled around her figure, figuring that this may be an easier way to keep herself from losing soobin—again. soobin is barely walking properly, and really, she should have tried a little harder keeping the alcohol away from him. but then again... she had asked yeonjun for some too, so she really shouldn't be saying much. too used to soobin's attitude when drunk, she can only nod when asked about the coat, using her other hand to tap at her waist. "i still have it—it's too cold tonight," she says with a light sigh, and hopes he doesn't ask why she has it around her waist instead of her shoulders (it doesn't seem like he's heard about the spar yet... so she'll deal with it tomorrow). "but you—what were you thinking, drinking so much?" she exhales, a look on her face that tells everyone who looks that she /isn't/ impressed. "and without us too!"
she grabs soobin before the man even walks away from her, who seems to be walking toward the direction of the comfort rooms. "no, stop, you're following /me/ instead," she says, followed by a light 'tsk.' she's dragging soobin near the exit when she remembers that yewon is looking for soobin—along with most of their friends, actually. "can you send yewon a text that you're with me already? i think yeonjun and beomgyu were looking for you too. tell them i'm taking you home." it's at those words that she stops, and looks up at soobin with an eyebrow raised. "where is your league house, actually?"
@✷ › k. youngkyun。 heels and skirt be damned, minjeong has no plans of letting these things affect her performance as a sparring partner—granted, she hasn't had training for the past couple years of her life. still, she has had her moments of fist fights (unofficial ones, and definitely not ones for sparring), and she's still confident in her reflexes, if not her overall skill. when youngkyun lunges forward, she's quick to turn to the side, letting him pass her, only to raise her leg high in the air, a kick down at the man's back following right after.
@✷ › w. junhui。 this one stranger minghao had exchanged pleasantries with seems quite... adamant on not leaving him alone. he's already spotted an all too familiar face wandering around the crowd for a couple of minutes now, but god forbid he goes five seconds without the man telling him about his family's business expanding all the way to beijing, now a prominent trading company—whatever it is that he is anything but interested in hearing. much to his relief, it doesn't take junhui a long time to meet his eyes. he takes it as his cue to end the conversation. "well, mr. han—as much as i would love to hear more about your... business ventures, i'm afraid i will have to excuse myself for tonight." minghao offers the man a hand, which the latter shakes a little too hastily. typical bootlicker, he thinks. "of course, our representatives will be in touch should a need for your honorable services arise. have a pleasant night ahead, mr. han."
he wastes no time in walking away from that inconvenience of a man—only for junhui's sudden rambling to catch him off guard for a second. he can only raise a brow when the older man comes to an abrupt halt. /you never change, do you?/ hangs at the tip of his tongue. he decides to bite it back, instead going with, "this is how you're greeting me after disappearing for two years?" an audible sigh leaves his mouth, but the slight quirk at the corner of his lips ultimately betrays his facade. "good evening to you too, wen junhui."
@✸ › k. minjeong。@✷ › w. junhui。 the next thought (or question) soobin's mind conjures up is this: why is mister diner boy getting further away? he ignores the slightly cooler touch on his cheek and moves another inch forward—ah, he really does live up to the pictures spreading around social media. "yeah, like—" he draws a huge, sloppy circle in the air with his arms and narrowly misses an empty wine glass sitting on his side of the table. "'s all over the net y'know. spreading 'round, gettin' a handful of retweets 'n—"
now he's standing up, arms circling around minjeong's much tinier figure for reasons he doesn't know himself. he shifts his weight against her and resigns himself to being dragged away—but not before bidding mister diner boy goodbye. "see ya 'round, bestie!" soobin calls out before he leaves, raising an arm up and flailing it around in some semblance of a wave with a lopsided grin etched on his face. once again he turns to face his /true/ best friend when the man is out of sight. "so like—d'ya still have my coat?" he makes heavy steps towards the exit (or at least, what he thinks is the exit). "ya don't have to return it now though. 's chilly outside."
@✷ › sooyoung。 Yoonah restrains herself from asking about what the royal means when mentioning that 'the water has been tested', regardless of the curiosity that brewed within her. After all, the supermodel's not sure if this is a topic the other would like to expand on, and she'd rather remain curious than open any hostile conversation. She tilts her head to the side as she listens, offering a nod here and there to reaffirm the fact that she's actively listening to whatever the princess has to say. The other woman's comment about the crown prince does not go unnoticed by the lady, but she knows better than to let it show.
Yoonah believes this is the first time she's seen the princess blush in all the years they've known one another. A little voice in her mind tells her that she wouldn't really know, given that they rarely see each other, but she chooses to ignore it. The way Sooyoung talks about her boyfriend seems so genuine, and it honestly confuses the younger woman a bit. She had assumed that the relationship had come out of some mutual need, so it's a pleasant surprise to know that love had blossomed for her cousin naturally. And with the crowned prince of China, at that? The king and queen must be extremely pleased. "I'm so happy for you, princess," is all she says, a soft smile gracing her lips as she shakes her head slightly. "And no worries about his reputation in the news. All the tabloids are blasphemous so I don't really read them. Heaven knows what they say about me."
It's not the first time that this question has been thrown at Yoonah, but somehow the fact that it's her cousin asking makes the lady sweat just a little bit. The supermodel's not sure what kind of answer the royal is looking for, or if there's even an answer she's fishing for. Having grown up under the cameras her entire life, Yoonah's had her fair share of dating speculations and past flings broadcasted out to the world. She hopes the royal hasn't been reading the news surrounding her. The last she remembered, there's been speculation surrounding her and Yeonjun because of the matching finger tattoos they had gotten. Barf. "I'm not," is what she chooses to reply, her voice a little more firm than usual. The last thing she needs is for the princess to think she's trying to hide something. "But, hey, if you have friends you want me to meet..."
@✷ › c. yoonah。 Sooyoung nods at Yoonah’s company who has been introduced as Chan, “I really don’t mean to impose, but thank you for allowing us here.” The princess flashes a brief and small smile before turning to her cousin, paying attention to the answers to her questions. She hums at the mention of being preoccupied with other things that account for the absences, unaware of the implications. But what could she know? Sooyoung had spent almost half of her life abroad, she was as equal of a stranger as Yoonah could get as a royal.
“Oh!” The princess reacts to what the lady had mentioned about her father. It was a genuine reaction, given that she really does not hear much about the dukes and duchesses who don't reside in the palace, unlike Miyeon and her family. “So the water has been tested in this place, huh? Interesting.” Sooyoung remarked, contemplating whether that was the reason that she was sent along with her siblings – just for formality's sake. “I have been quite well, yes…” She adjusts the pitch and tone of her voice to sound more affirmative. “...things are going slow in my life, right now. Can’t even compare it with my brother’s.” But her chuckle after her statement might have given the situation away. Either way, whether Yoonah picks it up or not does not really matter much.
Questions about Minghao though was something she was fond of answering. And so she starts, “Well, about him – he’s a prince, the crowned prince of China. We met about a year ago if my memory serves me right. Talked, and then well…” Sooyoung feels her ears growing hot and red, hidden behind her hair. “...the rest is history? He’s a great guy, so don’t be swayed by whatever those news outlets are saying about him.” It was the truth, and even though the moment they started dating, Sooyoung has gotten more exposure than she ever did before, she could not really stand some of those that talk about her boyfriend absurdly. “How about you? Are you seeing anyone right now?” The princess queried as she also gestured for a passing waitress to ask for her glass to be filled with a sparkling drink.
@✸ › k. minjeong。 fully aware that this impromptu match was not completely fair, given that minjeong was in a dress because of the dress code for this event. youngkyun had to plan out his movements accordingly - of course that didn't mean he would let her go easily. the thrill of a spar like this was the challenge behind it, and for him, it was the fact that he was barehanded. without the usual training sword to strike, youngkyun would have to use knowledge of other fighting styles he's learned over the years.
he has to strike first, and if he remembered anything about minjeong's reflexes, he has to make her lose balance. something which was quite impossible due to her ice skating background. youngkyun lunges forward, hands curled into a fist as he aims for her solar plexus.
@✸ › wonyoung。 "i don't know about healthy, but i'm sure just one glass isn't extremely harmful. i am not sure if /you're/ supposed to be drinking it, though." he comments matter-of-factly to the younger, letting the smallest chuckle leave his lips at her sudden shocked reaction to his own words. "i haven't.. alcohol isn't good for the body, you know- i cannot like such things when i need to be in peak condition at all times, so i'd rather not even try." he gives one firm nod to assure the certainty behind his words. taehyun hangs his head at her reaction, a wave of embarrassment onsetting as he shakes his head quickly. "it definitely is, actually. anyone who's interested in that stuff probably has a plethora of experience already so i wouldn't fit in-- and i'm not even interested, to clarify." a small sigh leaves taehyun's lips as he looks at her with disbelief filled eyes. "seems like you definitely are. i mean.. thank you for thinking about me? but it's not like i need a large group of friends or anything like that.. as long as i'm of use to you, i'm satisfied enough."
@✸ › k. taehyun。 "come ooon, one is fine! a glass of wine occasionally is healthy, you know." she quips back, lips drawn into a playful grin as she speaks. it truly was a rare sight for her, to see him doing his best to unwind and give into the ambiance of the gala. wonyoung goes quiet, for a few seconds, just to admire her friend's earnest attempt at vibing with her. her brows are quick to raise at his statement, a look of bewilderment spreading over her features. "you're telling me you've never had wine? like, not even a little?? surely you've had some kind of alcoholic drink before." she scoffs at his reaction before erupting in laughter. "ayeee, it's not too late for you to try dating, y'know!" she chirps, shooting taehyun a playful look. "i'm definitely not just looking for excuses so i'm not the only girl our age you always hang out with, but i am indeed saying that it would be nice to see you talking to other people, too."
@✷ › w. junhui。 Junhui had found the person he was looking for while Mingyu was unsure of the next steps he could take – or if he should take any at all, to be quite frank. It was a mistake running after the intriguing stranger, given that before he could even spot him again, it caused him to almost send someone flying. Reckless – that’s the perfect word to sum it up but such was his fate right from the start. After all, is there any more thrilling than rashness? Mingyu believes not, and it’s the perfect material that fuels him more than anything.
Though, the writer might be lying if he wasn’t terrified of being found out and confronted. Junhui has all the right to do so, no one really appreciates being watched from afar by anyone. That’s why he sighs and takes a drink from the tray that passed by him, downing it in one shot. He retreats to the bathroom after that – maybe a splash of water to his face would knock some sense into him.
( & — mingyu will just...come back after junhao’s catching up SDKJGJSD it’ll be hard to come up with stuff when he’s just there :standing_man: )
@✸ › wonyoung。 taehyun allows the other to embrace him, although his arms awkwardly hover around during its duration. "i feel as if i should scold you for that, but one shouldn't hurt?" he shrugs slightly, trying his hardest to not just lower wonyoung's spirits and be a little more 'open' to whatever this party atmosphere is encouraging. there is also a little bit of confusion on him, causing a comment to leave his lips. "actually, i wouldn't know. i've never had one myself." he lets out a small hum. "i enjoyed it the most when we were announced to be in the same league? i would discern it to be both convenient and nice in the future." the male nods a bit to himself, eyes slightly widening at her next words. "what- that's completely out of question!" taehyun cringes at his own raise of intonation, not having expected it despite it coming out of his own lips. in his defense, her words had really came out of nowhere and taehyun is all too dedicated, too shy, and this whole concept is too foreign for him..
@✸ › k. taehyun。 she notices taehyun's eyes fleeting around, surveying the scene, and she couldn't help but giggle to herself. how true to character, she thought. though she does wish her friend could perhaps loosen up a little tonight with her, if onky for a few minutes. she wraps her arms around him with a soft squeeze briefly, oblivious of his sheepishness towards her initiation of physical contact. she pulls away with another little giggle, shrugging as she does. "i may or may not have had a glass of wine. it looked unoccupied from my brother's table. have you been enjoying the night?" she asks, nudging her companion gently with an elbow. "seen any girls you find pretty? i can totally set you up!"
