sgnseungho

[sgnseungho]

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[sgnseungho]

✦ — 𝙐𝙋𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 ; AS OF MAY 3.    ❪ ˟  박찬열  ;  지금  、 이순간   ❫

˟ CURRENTLY   、

listening to   —   slow down by chase atlantic. movie   —   n/a. watching   —   criminal minds. obsessed with   —   visiting jisook, nothing new. craving   —   the banana plus cucudas can ice cream from bliss roll.

˟  🔓 NEW DEVELOPMENTS   、 

#001.   —    SPRING TERM BEGINS   ;   senior year is as anticlimactic as he expects it to be. the only cause for celebration he sees is that jisook’s recovery is going well, better than any of the doctors and nurses expected, and she’s settling in after the move to the university hospital despite his protests. there’s also the matter of wishing they didn’t make it so obvious whenever she makes progress, that she was this close. bogged down with classes to try and make his last terms lighter following this one, he’s often studying in the library or student center if he’s not working out with one of the clubs he’s still in or at the rec center. becoming a regular at the university hospital, it’s only a matter of time til more people find out about jisook. 

˟  RECENTLY SPOTTED  、

inguk library

rec center 

student center

university hospital

˟  RUMOR HAS IT   、

" have you heard that jisook is in the university hospital now? ” “ no way. ” 

“ do you think he visits her because he did it? ”

“ i think they’re engaged. ”

“ no wonder ____ broke up with him. ”  

“ don’t let him hear you or he’ll punch you too. ”

but truth is always subjective, isn’t it? 

[sgnseungho]

sgnsoryong‌:

Soryong was still adjusting to his schedule, working through the ins and outs of being a professor and add to that how he was coaching the basketball team as well. Honestly, he’d probably overdone things. But he couldn’t help himself. His brother had already taken the dance team and he really did love basketball.

This morning had been no different than any other. Perhaps he had spent the day a little too wound up with the happenings at his apartment that for a moment he thought he’d forgotten an appointment with a student when he saw them standing in front of his office. A look of confusion spreading across his face at how they referred to him before it eased into a small smile. “Would you look at that… coffee and everything… "he chuckles, adjusting his bag and taking the cup. "Thank you… I’m sorry for the blank expression, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here just yet. It’s nice to meet you Seungho.” he says with a grin before he’s unlocking the door to his office and motioning for them to come in.

“I’d actually really like that. I’ve been meaning to get myself organized and speak with the head of the department about the schedule for this season but I got so wound up I barely realized that I don’t even know you guys,” he says sheepishly as he sets his briefcase down on his desk.  "I guess I’ve already made a good impression, huh?“ he says finally bringing the cup to his lips, humming in surprise at the familiarity of the taste.

"What did you have in mind?”

          “ best for the best, right? ” he can’t imagine seongnam would let their basketball team have a sub-par coach after all. the blank expression the profession in front of him speaks of eludes him and he shakes his head in understanding. “ it’s before the first cup of the day. on campus maybe? ” chuckling, he bows his head again. “ ah, yes, nice to meet you too. ”

          following the professor’s lead, he follows him into the office, hand in his pocket now that the cup has safely made it to professor soryong. “ ah, that’s alright. it’s a lot to take in at once. i’ve heard you guys are pretty much the new stars of the law department. kinda wish i waited to take one of those classes for gen,” not much can be said anymore now that he’s a senior and a majority of his classes are specific to his choice in degrees. 

          “ don’t worry about the guys. we’re pretty easy-going. buy us a meal sometime and you’ve got all of us in the palm of your hand, ” he jokes, but it might as well be true. it’s been a while since he lost count of how often some of them eat or drink together, prime bonding right there. “ i don’t have any details nailed down yet. wanted to run the idea by you first in case you had any concerns. don’t wanna overwhelm you either. seems to be a lot going on at once. have you settled in well? familiar with the cafe by now, right? ” he hints to the coffee in the other’s hand, grin widening in pride. 

could’ve been ,

[sgnseungho]

☁️ soft boy ☁️

[sgnseungho]

memory, too, / lives in my body / not my brain.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[sgnseungho]

sgnaera‌:

after all her research, interviews, and the subsequent lieu of flirting, it was a wonder how she hadn’t gotten the information she wanted yet. not that it was in any way personal to her, but that the whole story angered her beyond belief. how could someone just hurt a girl like that and all they got was a slap on the wrist? this guy was out and about and.. walking right toward her. putting on her best smile, cheerful and unwavering, long brown locks flicked over her shoulder and one of her political theory textbooks in her grasp. “a game, huh?” although she didn’t really need convincing, always down to participate, she tapped her chin and looked off into the distance in feign consideration. allowing seungho her full attention, she looked up at him, a giant as he was towering over her, with the utmost innocence and naivety. “sure, what do you have in mind?” it was suspect from the get go. a game proposal with rules he created? she wasn’t going to decline, though, not when it was ample opportunity to get more out of it. and maybe a little game together wouldn’t be too bad.

          her innocent act hadn’t fooled him, not even once, but he does find great amusement in it, wonders why she would go to such an extent to get closer to him, to learn the so-called ‘truth.’ what good does it do anyone? what good will it do for her? she’s one and the same with those that wish to know about him, about what happened, but not who he is. after all these years of facing the same situation time and time again, he’d expect the disappointment to be non-existent by now. his tolerance should be higher, he should feel numb but he still feels a pinch of sadness, wonders why he expects any better from anyone in the end. aera may be adorable and pixie-like, a body like sin in a petite package, but what he sees is another form of distraction, something and someone to get lost in even for a few minutes, so none of it matters in the end. as long as he doesn’t have to go past skin-deep and that’s all he has in mind, slanted grin offered as he shuffles the cards one more time, sliding the deck into one hand and holding it up between them. “ strip poker. ” he waits a beat. “ or if you’re feeling chicken, i guess we could go with truth or dare poker. ”

verbatim ,

[sgnseungho]

sgnxgikwang‌:

✦ — people became obtrusive, he could hear their murmuring, as they inched closer and it made it even more uncomfortable to talk to the person he had thrown over. irritated, he looked around and tried to evade being the center of attention any longer, but seeing the other standing there in admist of a pushy crowd, he grabbed the other man’s wrist and pulled him away to a more insular spot. “okay, listen. i am sorry for stumbling into you and pushing you down, but that was absolutely not to seduce you.”

          his drink seems to have become more of a victim than him in the situation and he’s not all too disappointed about it. though it might be a safety hazard... he’s sure there’s plenty more that’s been spilled all over this club’s floor. it’s no loss to him. hell, this guy probably made tonight easier on him, drink already gone without him having to drink any more of it. 

          he didn’t expect the other to become so flustered but, hey, it’s cute in a way he’s not used to. normally, most guys he knows would go along with it or shove him away. maybe the latter is just sehun. speaking of, where is that brat anyway? if anyone shouldn’t be drinking, it ought’a be him but seungho lost track of him by now. “ yeah? you sure about that? how do i know you didn’t bump into me on purpose? you know, the whole whoops i made you drop your drink, let me get you another. ” but seungho shouldn’t have brought that up, he’s more so hoping that this guy won’t offer to buy him a new drink. if he keeps acting like this, he won’t have to worry about that. 

           “ whoa, how forward of you. now i’m convinced you did fall for me, ” thoroughly entertained, seungho brushes off his jacket again, adjusting the sleeves as he stretches his arms out now that both are free again. “ see, i’d have believed you if you didn’t pull me away from everyone else. is this how people flirt these days? clever. it’s cute. you didn’t have to go to all this effort. i don’t mind talking to you. no need to be so aggressive with your interest. ”

&& falling into your arms

[sgnseungho]

sgnhoetaek‌:

hoetaek isn’t surprised when seungho finds him. he’s a creature of habit, there’s only really a handful of places he could be at any given time, and seungho knows him well enough to figure out what those are. he smiles at his sketchbook when he catches his friend taking a seat out of the corner of his eye, finishing off the section of the drawing he’s on before focusing his attention on his guest. he laughs when seungho asks if he’s been avoiding him, though he knows it’s an unspoken reference to that brief period of time where hoetaek actually was. he wasn’t even completely aware of it at the time, but he had started pulling away a little, part way into seungho’s relationship with seungah. hoetaek hadn’t been aware of his feelings for their mutual acquaintance when the two of them had gotten together. but seeing them together had sparked a lick of jealousy in hoetaek’s heart, that had led to what is now a full blown crush.

“of course I’m not avoiding you, but it’s the start of term, art club’s first meeting back is coming up, I’m a busy man,” he says, jokingly, a wide grin on his face, though most of what he’s saying is true. although it seems seungho has picked up on the other reason hoetaek has been busy lately. despite the fact that hoetaek’s new relationship is fake, he finds himself blushing at the way seungho asks about it. which, if he’s honest, is kind of a relief since it’s going to help him sell the whole thing to his friend. “ahh, so you’ve heard about ahri and I,” he says with a light chuckle. “yes, there have been developments, I have a girlfriend, it is ahri, I don’t think it’s much of a secret since a lot of people saw us together at the valentines party,” he continues, letting a smile play on his lips as he talks about ahri.

          lips curl into a small pout when he realizes he sat just far enough that he can’t see what hoetaek is drawing within eyesight, not well anyway, and he scoots the chair not so subtly closer, careful not to teeter over as he rests a hand on the table. “ uh huh, right. because art club keeps you that busy, ” seungho nearly snorts. though he does think any club can be time consuming, he knows hoetaek well enough to know that he could make time if he wanted. after all, how many times had he noticed hoetaek make time for a particular princess in their lives. he might not be close to seungah anymore but plenty of word gets around. hell, he should know. after all, he’d kept to himself for months and still rumors circulate about him too. gotta love nosy people, right? he could roll his eyes right then and there but it’s nothing to do with the company so he refrains, clears his throat as he leans his elbow on the back of the chair now that he’s settled once more. 

          “ ‘course i have. didn’t even have to hear about it. i was at the party too, ” he laughs, brows lifting for a brief moment as he shifts, both arms dangling over the back of the chair now as he exhales slowly, glancing around them, hoping for clarity on how to word his next question without being offensive to either hoetaek or ahri. both hold a certain spot in his heart, no matter how different, however far back the connection goes too for that matter. “ i want to hear it from you though. come on, aren’t we better friends than that? it hurts, hoetaek, ” with a dreary sigh, he leans forward on his hands, looking up at his friend with a pout on his lips again. it only takes mere seconds for him to break out into a grin, sitting back up with a laugh. “ ah, that feels weird but i do want to hear about it. how’d you guys start dating? ” especially when hoetaek seems to still like seungah, that’s something he’s dying to figure out. 

finesse ,

[sgnseungho]

♡ ♡

[sgnseungho]

sgnyuna‌:

✦ — then she gives herself the liberty to slide onto his lap, purposely slow so she could find a position that she likes the most. “well i’m into a lot of things, but that isn’t really a necessity, you know. then again, do you fuck the same with and without the bruises?” she inquires, chucking softly with a humming kind of amusement in her tone, allowing her hands to freely glide over the sensitive skin of his jaw. “hm, i guess i could let you bend me to your own will.” she whispers into his ear before finally pressing a kiss to the curve of his neck.  

          he’s never prided himself on being unpredictable so he takes no offense, finds amusement instead especially in the way she laughs, how she smiles. each sigh is as deviant as she is when she pretends to be more coy, more... he can’t quite put his finger on it but she’s devious, temptation wrapped in a pretty package and oh it’s indeed just oh-so-pretty, isn’t it? isn’t she? but he wouldn’t be so enthralled if she wasn’t, if she didn’t know how to play the game so well and, in the end, isn’t that what this is? 

          caught in her trap, he’s grinning unwittingly when he’s told of caution. he’s a stranger to it, doesn’t want to be familiar, and, instead, eagerly steps into the fire. it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping she’d toss the cigarette aside. anything is more appealing when it involves her but he’d rather taste her than smoke. “ you don’t have to do anything for me. i’m more than willing to give you everything, ” he chuckles, tongue darting out to wet his lips as a hand dances along her spine, fingers splaying against bare skin once he finds it, unabashedly pressing her closer yet. “ but if you need to keep your mouth on something that badly, ” he trails off with a wicked grin, head tilting as his gaze remains trained on her, only slipping to linger on her lips. 

          deliberate, calculating, cunning, none of them seem right for the way she slips into his lap as if claiming him and she might as well be. even if just for the night, he feels like hers in moments like this, when she goes along with everything, allows him to think he has some power in this situation but it all belongs to her particularly when she asks a crude question most women on campus would shy away at. the innocent act just wasn’t as sweet as this, tastes immature in comparison. “ how curious are you? ” he laughs under his breath. “ depends on how i got the bruises but i’d rather see you like that, ” gaze cast downward, he glides a hand over her thigh, fingertips sinking into supple skin with a light squeeze. “ especially here. oh? i could? i thought you’d be a good girl and bend over for me yourself. ” eyes close briefly, breath hitched when her lips are against his neck, and his grip on her thigh tightens, “ wanna get out of here? ”

stargirl interlude ,

[sgnseungho]

sgnyoohyeon‌:

✦ — she laughs softly to herself, not wanting to break the serenity and quiet that this time of night brings. she doesn’t remember how long it’s been since the last time he’d invited her up here, but it certainly feels like it’s been ages. “what’s got you down in the dumps this time? or you just looking for a break?” lord knows she needs one.

          “ whoa, hey, come on now. violence is never the answer, ” it’d come across as being said in bad taste to anyone else considering what happened, the rumors of his own violence circling around the campus on any given day, but he knows she won’t take offense or mind. a benefit of being around yoohyeon, she makes him laugh when he should be lamenting. “ did you bring that just to throw it at me? i’m touched. you thought of me. what else do you think of me? ” 

          he chuckles at the fact that she’d only brought more with her and he’s glad, relieved she’s like this instead of telling him to slow down or stop. truthfully, his tolerance is higher than he’d like. there are moments seungho is envious of those who can feel buzzed within one or two drinks. must be easier to forget, to let go. “ you look more athletic than you are. anyone tell you that? you look like you should be a volleyball player but... even with those legs, somehow... ” he teases, purposely glancing down at her legs. 

          “ if i said it’s because i missed seeing your pretty face and listening to you talk, you gonna walk out on me? ” wouldn’t be the first time she nearly left because he doesn’t stop joking around, probably won’t be the last either. like he said, old habits die hard. “ a break, ” he answers more honestly, clearing his throat as he lays back down. “ besides, i ought’a return the favor sometimes or are you saying you have nothing to vent about tonight? ”

moral of the story ,

[sgnseungho]

sgnxseungah‌:

✦ — “You seem more eager to fight too than to keep my mouth shut, honestly. So don’t look at me like this is all just my fault. We’re a couple but sometimes it feels as though you’re not that into me unless you’re trying to cover the fact you were by her side, having spent your free time with her than with me.”

          there’s a number of reasons seungho doesn’t want to fight with seungah, but none are quite as potent as the fact that she’s been drinking. it bothers him enough as it is, makes him question why his own girlfriend doesn’t respect that he can’t be around that kind of scene right now, but he deals with it, tries his best because, ultimately, it’s seungah’s life and he isn’t the type to tell her not to do something when she wants to. 

           he inwardly groans when she starts to sniffle, to whine, palm pressed to his temple as he stifles an incoming sigh. “ i’m not... ” no matter how he thinks of it, he does seem mad so he swallows thickly, squaring his jaw so he doesn’t speak too soon, doesn’t regret what his first reaction was. 

           but he can’t help forgetting anyway, lets go of the tension in his jaw, in his shoulders, lips parting softly at her complaints because it’s frustrating but it’s also cute. “ you should say it like that more often, ” he murmurs, cupping her cheek, thumb caressing her face as he sighs. “ tell me more honestly. instead of blaming someone else, just tell me you miss me. is that so hard? ” it’s definitely more enjoyable and this time he lets the sigh out, resting his forehead against hers, eyes closing as his hand slips to the nape of her neck, thumb still trying to soothe her, calm her as he sweeps over soft skin back and forth. 

          her claim that men would stay away if he was around more makes him laugh and he leans his head up, chuckling as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “ seungah... nothing could keep other men from approaching you. do i seem blind to you? i know people want you even if you’re mine. that’s something that can’t be helped. unless you wanna do your boyfriend a favor and stop going out while looking so beautiful. i know you don’t want to do that, ” he grins, knowing she might not remember most of this conversation but hopefully she’ll remember the affection as he kisses her forehead again, the tip of her nose, a brush of his lips against hers. 

           “ what would you rather i do? hm? i can take care of you too. my free time is yours. i’m here. we’re together. how much time do i have to spend convincing you instead of just being with you? if you can’t tell i’m into you after earlier, what do you want? you want me to kiss you in the middle of the club next time? we both know you’re not into that and i don’t want anyone to see you with smeared lipstick but me. it’s too pretty. ”

[sgnseungho]

sgnemily‌:

Fleur cafe was a popular spot, a lot of people met here to socialize, go on dates, or even just to test out the different drink recipes that they seemed to come up with on a regular basis.  Emily enjoyed stopping in there from time to time, when she wasn’t studying or participating in any of her club activities or sports responsibilities.  It was a relaxing place to just spend some time, even if you didn’t have a real reason to stop.

That was not the case in relation to the reasoning for her visit today, however.  She was waiting for someone.  She took a sip of her drink, the warm hazelnut flavor a welcome visitor in a day where the wind outside blew a little cold.  The sophomore was waiting for Seungho, a guy who had a certain reputation around the campus of Seongnam, but who had asked her to meet him there in regards to some project he wanted to work on.  She knew the guy had a charming effect on a lot of people that interacted with him, so she wondered a little bit if she was the “project” he was trying to work on, but she knew herself a bit better than to get roped into something sketchy.  In fact, she had every intention to see what exactly was in this meeting for her, other than the warm drink in front of her.

          it’d taken him all night to gather everything in a way more suitable to presenting the concept to someone else. days, weeks, months of concept building went into this game and he couldn’t afford to mess it up; couldn’t afford to let just anyone lay eyes on it but as soon as he saw her writing, he knew he needed her work, her foresight, her voice. after all, it’s rare for seungho to like someone’s method of storytelling but the first piece he’d ever read of hers had him hooked. an instinct, a gut feeling, that’s all he needed to know that he should ask her or give up now. 

          large folder tucked in the crook of his arm, he took a brief glance around the familiar cafe first, grinning as he recognized the barista. sure, he’d made passes at a number of people on campus but you never mess with someone who makes your drink. that’s a good lesson people seem to overlook. once he spots her, he notices the drink already in front of her and he gestures at the counter, placing his order quickly before making his way to the table. “ sorry you were waiting for me. i thought i was early, ” he chuckles and, with a look down to his watch, he swears he was. he just didn’t think she would come early either, not when she seemed hesitant to meet him in the first place.  

The Game

[sgnseungho]

NAM JOO HYUK - ‘25’

[sgnseungho]

sgnbora‌:

she barely glances to him when the drink leaves her hand. 

it is not because she doesn’t want it – god, she does. her body craves the soothing flavor to remind itself that she doesn’t live entirely off tequila shots and bad decisions. it’s just that he bought it and….well, it’s seungho. there are very few people she cares for and fewer still that she trusts, but he encompasses every single feeling that she has. “I don’t know, even I get tired of me.” the admittance comes easy to her lips, easier than the way she reaches up to gently pet the side of his head ( though she misses and ghosts fingers along his ear, she thinks ) instead. 

yet her thought process stalls oddly when she feels his won graze the flesh of her cheek and it’s only then that she peeks up at him with tired eyes. “I know where the shoe is…I just got to get it.” there’s an odd hesitation in her words and she doesn’t tell him it’s still somewhere at daeryong’s apartment where she left it in a hungover haze on the couch, her semi-permanent home. instead she makes exaggerated movements to grasp at the smoothing and bring it back, eyes locked to his as she wraps her lips around the straw and takes a drink, as if proving to him she could. “what did you do last night? have some girl over, again? I gotta know how you get rid of them.” 

          “ and you’re not me. thank god or my liver would be fucked, ” he teases her, brows lifting slightly at the brush against his ear, chuckling at the realization that she’d intended to pet his head only to fall short. “ you’re tired of you because you don’t give yourself a chance. sound familiar? ” because they’re each other’s best hype person. so quick to defend each other and not themselves. it’s how they became so close, all things considered, because misery loves company, though he’d argue that he’d enjoy her company otherwise. after everything, bora still had a fire in her soul that couldn’t be extinguished and he had no intention of ever seeing it burn out. 

         “ yeah? ” he’d press for where, but a part of him knows he doesn’t want to ask. a part of him already knows the answer if she’s being vague like that, because she doesn’t want to be teased about it. while he’d love to drag her, he lets it go this one time, lets it go because he’s too weary himself, unsure he wants to hear it at all. 

          her sad attempts are comedic and he’s got a hand over hers by the time she’s finally caught the straw, shaking his head with a soft laugh. still ever so careful not to be loud for the sake of what he expects to be a throbbing headache. her hangovers are often so similar, the same to deal with each time that he knows every step to take care of her by now, no matter how much he dislikes her propensity to drink. “ oh, now you’re interested in me? ” wiggling his brows, he shakes his head not long after, a low sigh escaping his lips as he leans on the table again, watching her. “ could’ve, if someone let me know she was alright last night. ” it’s true, after all, he could’ve but he thought bora would’ve called him at some point after seeing her heading to the bar in passing. maybe he should’ve stopped her then but something kept him from the idea, probably the fleeting notion that her current crush was already inside. 

when the party’s over ,

[sgnseungho]

sgnbora‌:

if death was the form of a person, would it be her?

the pounding of an looming hangover causes her head to throb, begging for quick and certain death at whoever hand it might come from. she’s never sure why she tries to keep up with daeryong and yet here she is, paying the price she’s paid a thousand times before. is she an idiot? bora is quite convinced the answer could be yes but she dares not to ask herself to loudly, she fears the repercussion of loud voices. 

though it only makes sense that he appears right after she has this exact thought. tone causing her to wince slightly as she dares to lift her head, hand carefully taking the smoothie from him and dragging it over to her lips – throat parched, screaming for anything to quell the fire. “I don’t remember….I vaguely remember having one shoe for most of it…” she sighs, offering the smoothie out to him as forehead rests against her wrist idly. “I can’t bother you every time, you’ll get tired of me.” 

          he knows the telltale signs when he sees them, especially with bora. the wince, the hesitation in her movements compared to when she’s completely sober and in perfect condition. she’s only ever this careful when hungover, his question was answered just like that. taking a seat next to her, leaning on the table with the support of his elbow as he gives her a quick look-over, a check for bruises or remnants of the night before, he’s glad that she’s at least okay. 

          “ one shoe? bora, ” he chuckles softly, trying to keep his voice low before taking the drink, brow raised as he takes a sip regardless, keeping as much of it for her to hyrdrate. he emphasizes on this because he swears she drinks more alcohol than water on any given day if he wasn’t around. “ isn’t that the point? that i don’t get tired of you, ” he nudges her gently, bumping his forehead against her shoulder as he leans into her. 

          “ but hey, none of that. that’s why i got you. you got me. that’s the deal. none of this bullshit, ” calloused fingertips just barely brush against her cheek as he tucks a stray lock behind her ear. “ ya find that shoe? or is it a lost cause? ” he makes sure to push the smoothie closer to her again, watching with hopeful eyes. 

when the party’s over ,

[sgnseungho]

sgndaeryong‌:

A roll of his shoulders back and he stared down at his phone with a look of contemplation. Did he really want to go to this faculty meeting or should he skip and grab a beer instead? He was pretty sure Riya was going to be at the meeting as well as his brother, but the idea of sitting in a room listening to someone drone on about campus updates didn’t seem like a fun idea. At least he knew that maybe Bora would be at the bar. A quick check with the time and he sighed seeing how early it still was. He wasn’t opposed to day drinking but better clientele came at night. As he weighed his choices, he was interrupted by an unrecognizable voice. A turned head and he was faced with a younger-looking man speaking to him like he was supposed to know any better. Is he really talking to me? He was staring at him. To be sure, he looked around him. So he really is talking to me? A look of confusion later and he was about ready to walk away as if it never happened. “What?” That’s all he could think of to say after he was done. “I’ve never seen you in my life.” Opting to sit down at a nearby bench and continue to scroll through his phone. “I’d remember if someone gave me coffee.”

          the reaction is his first tip, how the other looks around, searching for comprehension and apparently not finding it. didn’t he just introduce himself earlier? he didn’t consider himself that forgettable. it’s just a blow to his ego at that point, it really is, but he supposes he’d prefer it to his reputation on campus   —   or maybe not, all things considered. “ but we . . . ” he trails off. professors. twins. is it this professor? he just assumed there might’ve been other professors on campus it could’ve been. but the slip-up is his and he bows his head, trying not to laugh at his own foolishness. maybe he should’ve paid more attention to those whispers after all. “ you’re not soryong, i presume. ” bowing his head slightly, he lightly clears his throat, balled fist covering his mouth just before he tilts his head, wetting his lips. “ i apologize for that. but since i didn’t get you coffee, would you like to get one? ” after all, maybe this is the professor that bora told him of recently. he can’t remember if she mentioned him being a twin but seungho did know this: the names had been popular since coming to campus. wow, how clueless was he for not realizing they are the twins?  

vibes on deck ,