#sgntaeho

[sgnjunhyung]

— spin the bottle.

@sgndanbi @sgnhyunjoo @sgntaeho @sgnjiwoo

bring college students together in one place and you can expect two things: drama and alcohol. tonight, these two things intertwine together in a game that isn’t new to any of them — truth or dare. call it a mandatory game at college parties or just a reason to make out with your crush, there’s something about this game and the drama it entails that draws people in, no matter how childish it might seem. at least to taeho, who junhyung had dragged along with him to join the game. while the older might grumble about how childish the game is, it doesn’t take much effort for junhyung to tug him along, almost as if he was secretly willing to join (and knowing taeho, he might just be). the two of them approach the group at the dining pavilion, junhyung’s face lighting up at the sight of the girls seated around the empty soju bottle, though unsure whom his excitement stemmed from seeing (read: jiwoo and hyunjoo). he jogs up to the group with an eager grin, leaving taeho behind so he could snatch the empty seat next to hyunjoo. junhyung notices danbi sharing a blanket with jiwoo, spurring him to grab an unused one next to him, pulling it over him and hyunjoo with a bashful smile. when everyone took their places, he leaned forward to spin the bottle, watching it spin in its place for a few seconds before slowing down as it turns towards danbi and jiwoo’s direction. the bottle eventually stops, with its nozzle pointing straight at danbi. junhyung cracks a mischievous grin, clapping his hands together as he turns to face his best friend. “truth or dare?”

#—starters. #—spin the bottle. #sgndanbi #sgnhyunjoo #sgntaeho #sgnjiwoo #sgn:starlight #( we're in for a wild ride LOL )

[sgnyooa]

⤿ written in the stars

█ ▌ ‹ @sgntaeho​ › 

 — [ ♡ ] she may have gotten her mother’s eyes and smile, but her love for the stars came from her father. instead of falling asleep to bedtime stories about princesses who needed to be saved by princes on white horses, yooa often found herself being lulled to sleep with explanations of the cosmos. like a truth lover of space, she cried when little baby pluto was removed from its rank as a planet but cheered when new horizons began its odyssey to said dwarf planet. it’s no surprise then that she dedicated 4 years of college to her love—well kind of. one of her fields of study was close enough. 

 yooa can’t go to the observatory all that often; the research for her major requires much more of her attention, but she still tries to come up at least once a week. sundays at 11:30 pm when the halls of the building are empty, except for one person that she always sees when she’s there. they haven’t ever spoken to each other, but that’s to be expected. her minor may be astronomy but that doesn’t mean she wants to talk with everyone that she sees in the building. 

 today she’s a little late-- phone call with her mom running longer than she anticipated because her mother just had to let her know that her older brother still is refusing to pursue higher education. she huffs as she enters the top floor of the observatory where all the telescopes reside. truthfully, she’s still quite new to using them, but she does enjoy looking at all the research that her peers are doing; she just knows she must be very careful when looking. she’s not surprised to see the male figure in the room as well since they always happen to see each other. but she is startled by the way his panicked gaze flicks over to her when she enters. 

 ❝ hey. are you… like okay? ❞

#— [ ♡ ] starters ❝ come a little closer ❞ #sgntaeho #(.written in the stars) #(//hope this is okay!)

[sgnserena]

˟ ⭑⭑ wicked games

far past sober but not quite drunk ( maybe? not like she knows at this point ) -- serena is kind of a bit of a mess.

she should have anticipated the trouble brewing whenever several of her girls from volleyball stormed into her own, coaxing her out of her abode with the promise of camp hopping the night away in lieu of club hopping. the latter was a staple among the team, a regular bonding occurrence that she sometimes joined in, sometimes went without -- and for some reason they wouldn’t take no for an answer even though she was the captain. it’s how she ends up going along with them with a “whatever,” that’s disguised as acceptance, it’s how she feels like she’s part whiskey, part soju, part chardonnay by the time they’ve settled in the third camp of the night, her face dusted with a rose glow.

it’s also how she thinks that she’s well enough to travel back to her own camp without company, or at the very least without supervision, shrugging off the other girls' request with a wave of a hand and several shakes of her head, constant “i’m fine, i’m chill, i’m good,” until it was enough and they were all heading their separate ways. and that is where the fault lies, the assumption that serena when drunk has the same competency as serena when sober. because if that were the case, she wouldn’t of gotten sidetracked by the placidity of the lake this late at night, the impression of the moon’s brilliance glimmering amongst the ripples enough to beckon her over, footsteps slightly unsteady along the dirt path.

but what she comes to realize as she gets closer is that she isn’t alone. no, the closer she comes to the shore, the closer a tall frame comes into view, heading within her direction. there’s some sense of familiarity as they come into view, eyes squinting as if that would help her amidst the fog of night and alcohol, but there’s regret upon her features once the other is close enough for the remembrance to appear. “oh my fucking god,” she says out loud before letting out a hiccup, scaring herself as she looks down at her body, and almost forgets what she was saying in the first place before her attention is drawn back to the boy -- “fuck, what the hell is your name? t -- t uh... timmy? timmy turner?” it’s something with a t at least, “that’s what i’m calling your ass. but go on timmy, get out of here,” she almost slurrs as she wildly moves her hands in front of her to shoo him away while she kicks off her shoes, moving to dip her feet into the water, “i don’t need your lame ass ruining my late night swim. don’t you gotta like ... yell at a cloud or something?”

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#× ❜ ⟨ THREADS ⟩ : UNFORTUNATE TALES #× ❜ ⟨ 020720 ⟩ : WICKED GAMES #sgntaeho #sgn:starlight #* lets gooooo

[sgnjiah]

— ‘ may the best player win

« @sgntaeho​ »  

— ‘ ⋆ ˚｡ jiah rarely goes against her instincts. they’ve never lead her astray, so perhaps when  she woke up today, with the plans to return to the small alcove that overlooked the main campus, and her gut was yelling at her to stay in bed, she should have listened. but no matter, whatever happens, she’s confident enough that she can handle it. if she can handle her father leaving her, and her mother calling her a monster (but really, mother, you taught me everything i know, so does that make you a monster as well?), then she can handle threats or comments from her peers. 

her gaze is bored, though in reality, she’s carefully studying the events that are occurring below her. it’s amazing the amount that she can learn about the students of seongnam just from observing them. it’s a wonder that they’re not more careful with their actions with how popular her blog is. hell, she reminds them a minimum of once a post to watch their backs. if they decide not to heed to her warning and advice then that’s on them. 

when she hears footsteps approach her, she turns her head, gazing at the tall male. her mood does fall with him here because she can no longer study her peers with ease. no, she has to put on her nice girl facade so she doesn’t look any more suspicious than she already does. (thank goodness she decided not to bring her binoculars, because that would have made her look even more strange). she readies herself to talk sweetly to the male, plastering on a small smile when she greets him.  « ah, hello there. »

#— ‘ beginnings #sgntaeho #— ‘ may the best player win #//sorry for the wait! let me know if you want me to change anything!

[sgnhyunjae]

breathe;

       with @sgntaeho

hyunjae takes comfort in the fact that he has his days planned on his makeshift virtual journal—an eloquent way to say his notes app—but sometimes he needed to make... a few edits, depending on what his mother’s comments were towards him once the day comes to an end. most times, he didn’t mind it, used to it even. other days, when there’s already a lot on his mind that he knew he was on the verge of falling over.

that didn’t stop him, of course, it never did. even if today had pushed him over the limit, the night was still young. it’s not like he could sleep properly later, he never does, so naturally it was fine to go on a run, right? to keep his mother’s expectations in check, as well as clear the thoughts in his head.

instead of the nightly atmosphere helping him feel better, his head only felt lighter. he couldn’t quite pinpoint the last time he ate, either. hyunjae knew what was about to happen, slowing down to a walk as he gravitated towards a nearby bench. he practically collapsed onto it, feeling the weight of the day squeezing away his consciousness. it might have been dangerous, letting himself drift away under the cover of darkness, but it happened before he could call anyone for help.

not that he would have.

#( breathe * taeho ) #「 ahn hyunjae * threads 」 #sgntaeho #( lmk if you want anything changed! )

[sgntaejoo]

unforeseeable

                                               ✶  ━━━  ( @sgntaeho )

taejoo likes to think he’s slick, like he’s got this whole investigation thing in the bag. a super spy in the movie of his mind, some might say — it’s never that serious, but taejoo certainly has fun snooping and scoping out the place in a way that requires closer, more in-depth observation. he’s found a lot out just sitting out in public during lunch, listening into bubbles of conversations, piecing things together in his mind like they’re pieces to a puzzle. all in a black book — a little cliche, like he’s actually the main character to the plot, but it helps him get into the right mood.

he does try to be more sneaky, but of course that has some limitations. most prominently, he’s still trying to convince himself that he, as an 185cm individual, towers over most people, and thus a body that large trying to look that small is a little questionable, especially out at night and especially behind bushes. he hasn’t gotten pepper sprayed or anything — he’s not a weirdo, so he doesn’t think he warrants any of that. but he has had some choice words thrown at him.

he doesn’t know he’s particularly failing at acting inconspicuous while snooping around sitting cross-legged pretending to listen to loud music in his earphones. problem is he’s forgotten to actually plug in the earphones into his phone, leaving the wire to dangle precariously and freely as he very visibly looks around his surroundings in a telling manner — he’s usually a better actor but of course there are times where he falters. maybe he should enroll in the drama club or something — maybe then his sneak skills would be top tier. a little self-awareness might also do him some good — whichever really comes first.

#☆ / thr ! #! unforeseeable #( apologies for the lateness on this . .. . . . i hope its fine 🥺 #sgntaeho

[sgnjongin]

@sgntaeho​ | falling with style

jongin is thinking of lucifer as they climb upwards, he’s thinking of tainted angels with shattered wingspans, he’s thinking about cracks of thunder and hellish voices, and just how far a celestial would have needed to fall, how fast, how deadly, how devastating the angle of trajectory needed to be, in order to destroy something with so much power. he’s thinking about how he’d like to fall someday too, how he’d want the sky to be the last thing he sees, even though he understands the path his life is taking him on, even though he already knows the orbit he’ll cascade through, the trials that will inevitably mar him in his life; it’ll probably be a bullet. something quick and ugly.

he’s not expecting this to be that moment though, he’s not expecting the cliff he and taeho are headed towards to be anything spectacular, not expecting the jump off point to be higher than three meters max, his wishy-washy brain functions leading him to conclude that nothing in this camp is really all that interesting unless he does something himself. but when they get there, when they reach the summit and see the world laid out before them, the earth cutting off sharply, giving way to an expanse of blue ocean and warm overhang, all those thoughts seep out of him, replaced by the absolute certainty that this is the highest fucking bluff he’s ever stood on in his life. the wind pulls and tugs at his clothes and hair, exhilarating him. they are gods up here.

“holy shit,” he grins widely, dark eyes unusually bright and excited, still thinking about the devil’s fall. “look at that drop.”

#sgntaeho #taeho | falling with style #sgn:starlight #tw: vague death mention

[sgndaeun]

ㅡ * ✰ . under my skin ,

                                    ✧･ﾟ --------------------------------- now broadcasting with @sgntaeho​ !

the campus always looks a little bit different as the sun begins to set, hues of orange and yellow cast into the sky, bathing the buildings and scenery in an almost surreal light. the effect only becomes amplified by the fact that the spring festival is currently underway, practically transforming the university into a completely different place. it all makes it feel a bit whimsical and she isn’t quite sure why---perhaps she’s always been a hopeless romantic with her head in the clouds? or, more likely, it’s because she’s on her way to meet taeho, who always seems to get her heart beating and warmth to spread to the apples of her cheeks. (she’d never admit it out loud, though.)

the lights are beginning to pop up, slowly dotting the horizon with manmade stars as she makes her way through the crowd in search of him, heart beating even faster than usual. she remembers too vividly the plans they had made, and the reservations she has about still bubble in the pit of her stomach, like the makings of some kind of potion in a witch’s cauldron, smoking and popping in a sickly shade of green. she almost wants to turn back now, to type up a message with some kind of excuse, but she’s never once turned down an invitation to hang out with him, especially when it’s just the two of them---not that she’d be able to even if she tried.

she spots him in the distance, even the back of his head immediately recognizable to her. she approaches with small but quick footsteps, as quiet as can be, only coming to a stop once she’s right at his side, looking up at his side profile with a giddy grin. “wanna play a game?” she asks, imitating the famous line from a horror film she’s never even seen because horror films make her skittish. “because i’m ready if you are.”

she is, in fact, not ready for this at all.

#sgntaeho #ㅡ *𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙: UNDERMYSKIN »»» #sgn:springfest

[sgntaeho]

hi all! i’m ej, and i’m siked to be joining here with my muse kwon taeho, seongnam’s resident rebel and every devil’s advocate (i.e. the contrarian). here’s his profile, intro post, and some plots i’ve drafted up on the fly. that being said, i’m totally down to plot, so please lmk if anything catches your eye (+ hit this post with a like, and i can hit you up too). i look forward to seeing you all on the dash!

#sgntaeho

[sgnsian]

drunk / scared / love

send ‘DRUNK’ to receive drunk texts from my muse

⟨  ˟💌 12 ▸ SENT  ⁝  sir dummy butt munch IV 😋💣 ⟩      ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   TAEHO styro time ok     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   did lu gknow that i liked u oncce before???????? hUH??????     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   it wnas when we wegre kids anmd au had the cute lil cheekies     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   cute fround sofdt mochi kcheekies BRING THEM BACK     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   BUTT THEEN!!!!!!!!     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   U BITCH     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   U SAID MY SHOELS WERE ULGGY THOSE WERE MY FAVORITE SSHEOS    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   THEY HAD LIL BAT WINGS AND THEY WERE CUTE    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   THAT MASDE ME CRY    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   anyways that’s how i liked u ffor a grand total oqf 20 minutes aand b3 buttons

—   three minutes later    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   come pick mde up i’m so fucking drunmk    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   or i’ll txext ur mom how y’ovue been dating 2 gifrls for 3 years w/o telling hser

send ‘SCARED’ to receive scared/worried texts from my muse.

⟨  ˟💌 11 ▸ SENT  ⁝  sir dummy butt munch IV 😋💣 ⟩    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   CALL 119 THE FUCKING POLICE    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   THERE’S A ROACH IN MY DORM AND IT WON’T LEAVE    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   I’M NOT PLAYING W U I’M GOING TO DIE TONIGHT    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   IT WANTS TO CRAWL ON MY FACE I KNOW IT DOES    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   COME KILL IT COME KILL IT COME KILL IT LCOSGIMEAI    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   I THREW A SOCK AT IT AND IT RAN BUT NOW IT’S ON TOP OF THE FUCKING SOCK    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   IT’S TRYING TO ASSERT IT’S DOMINANCE 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   I PROMISE I’LL DO WHATEVER U WANT I’LL DELETE THE TINDER I SET UP FOR U PLS COME KILL IT I’M IN TEARS TAEHO PAGLEIA    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   [ img attachment of a blurry picture of a roach ]    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   IT’S MOVING AGAIN 😳😳😳🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭

send ‘LOVE’ to receive loving texts from my muse.

⟨  ˟💌 10 ▸ SENT  ⁝  sir dummy butt munch IV 😋💣 ⟩     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   [ video attachment ]    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   look it u!!!! it’s u!!!! ur the dog!!! 😍😍😍    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   except instead of a chihuahua ur more of like a rottweiler     ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   a teenage one so ur like a 6 month old rottweiler 🤭🤭    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   u try to act soooooo tough and strong and act like u don’t love me when u DO    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   U HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR ME I CAN FEEL IT THROUGH THE SCREEN 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   it’s actually super cute how u try to play it off and act like u don’t want love ㅋㅋㅋ cute cute    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   it’s okay I’M GONNA GIVE IT TO U REGARDLESS U STUPID    ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   wait i saw a cute guy and got distracted ㅋㅋㅋ ur still stupid and cute too in a different way 😀😀😀   ‧ ‧ ‧  ➤   anyway i’m coming over so tell whoever you have over there to LEAVE i’m hungry make me some food 😄

#sgntaeho #* was gonna read more but fuck it #* everyone deserves to see how stupid she is LOL

[sgnjunhyung]

sgn task #01 — general full questionnaire here.

— what are the last 3 texts you’ve sent? danbi » you want the ones with wings?? should I get the overnight ones too? baekso » hyung THANK YOU 😭 you’re a godsend I swear seokwoo » hi do you want to watch howl’s moving castle with me tonight hahha

— are you apart of any group chats? with who? quite a number of them. a few friend group ones like one with sunwoo and danbi, some school-related group chats with the cinths, photography club members and project group members. oh and there’s a family group chat that we hardly ever use, it’s basically just my mom sending pictures of herself.

— do you customize contact names or enter as given names? mostly given names, unless they change it themselves (in this case, danbi changed hers herself). at most, I’ll give them an emoji or two, especially if I relate a certain emoji to them.

#—task. #sgn:task01 #sgndanbi #sgnsunwoo #sgnbaekso #sgnseokwoo #sgnhyunjoo #sgnsian #sgntaeho

[sgnyeeun]

drafts

. . . . messages to taeho annoying shit:      ↳ (draft) hey taeho ur pretty fuckin cool and kinda funny      ↳ (draft) i’m sorry about the whole lunch thing (although u started it)      ↳ (draft) ngl sometimes i wish i could be like you and just do whatever i want lmao but being a slave to the corporate capitalist world is my sole personality trait       ↳ (draft) kinda hate u for doing this but i guess thanks for keepin me humble and making me think about things from a different perspective      ↳ (draft) it’s pretty fun arguing w you   

#sgntaeho #( % headcanons . ) #( % ask memes . ) #( imagine this to be a compilation of her many unsent texts #( thank u for sending one in !! ‪♡‬

[sgnlara]

𝘼 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙊𝙋 ˟

          a lost connection found again in old journals and a phone call asking her father, doubting the situation itself until she read her writing, remembered the cravings for ice cream and the challenge of achieving a perfect scoop for a float or sundae. at least now she can avoid the question of asking why they stopped playing together, of why their mothers lost touch. instead, she wants to hold onto the returned memory of her mother’s hand over hers because her own was too small to hold the scoop properly, dropping it a countless number of times and she swears that’s the only reason taeho got a better scoop than her every time. 

          but that’s the part she hopes he doesn’t remember   —   that she used to whine for him to let her win even once. because, with a reputation like his, she hopes he’s nothing like sehun who would lord it over her. at least, the old version of him would. whatever version of sehun she’s been seeing lately is as much of a mystery as ever, just like this meeting.  

          anyway, she avoids the whole do-it-yourself aspect of a ice cream sundae sunday like their mothers seemed to like in the summers when they were young and she suggests an ice cream parlour with a particularly cute theme that she’d been dying to try out since she saw it on instagram. though her capacity for socializing steadily decreased this summer, for him to ask her to meet, she’s at least curious and seeing all the bear themed ice cream is worth it as she waits outside. a root bear float and beary sundaes? cutest thing ever. ( @sgntaeho ) 

#sgntaeho #✧ — 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 ; 2020년 、 여름 ˟ a perfect scoop

[sgnserena]

⭑⭑ bad idea ˟

“surprised to see you here, timmy,” serena says, almost as if she’s announcing her presence as she leisurely makes her way towards taeho. the simper that spreads across cherry glossed lips reads amusement with a hint of something vulturous, but at this point she feels as if that’s a natural part of their dynamic -- if you could even call it that. still, she finds it down right entertaining to find kwon taeho out of all people donned in a sad excuse for a toga hovering near the bar at a toga party. he came off as the type that was above anything that consists of a good time ( definition pending ), and serena tells herself that’s one of the main reasons that she found herself beside him now; turning so her body is facing the main gathering before them, elbows resting upon the counter top behind her. it’s that, and boredom -- the only reasons why she’s there, uh huh. it has nothing to do with the annoying gravitation she’s felt towards him since that night in the lake, something that still burns slightly ( despite the humiliating interruption ) which has caused her to act out in ways that would all be worth it if she got to see taeho sweat just a little. sometimes it was a hit, sometimes a miss.

she likes to think that she wouldn’t miss anything tonight with the last minute costume she picked up that barely passes for a toga. it most likely doesn’t, but it’s obvious that she was let in anyways because she fills it out rather nicely.

“you borrow your mom’s bath towel for your outfit today, hm?” and it isn’t long before the provoking starts, cup filled with whatever toxic concoction the cinth’s made is used to cover up the way her mouth twists with her stupid joke, brim concealing her amusement easily while she takes a sip. her need to throw jabs at him is probably the only stronger feeling than the itch she has for him at the moment, one that was much too powerful to ever stifle. that, and it’s not like she could ever tell taeho to his face that he looked much better than decent, toga or not. so the one-two punches keep coming, “no but for real, i didn’t know that you even knew how to enjoy yourself and not take shit seriously. i’m actually happy for you, y’know. what’s next, you’re gonna tell me that you actually have friends that you came here with?” and she raises upwards as much as she can within her heels, making a show of the way she gazes around the perimeter in search of these so called friends she made up,hand resting outwards above her eyebrows to help her. there is a point in time where she does meet the gaze of another guy not too far from where they stood, but serena doesn’t catch the way he gives her body a once over, too busy trying to sell her antics. “no? well, baby steps i guess. someone will come along that’ll be desperate enough to deal with your shit, i’m sure.”

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[sgnjiah]

— ‘ game resumed

» »  @sgntaeho​

 — ‘  ⋆ ˚｡ in her initial interaction with him, he called her a calculating, scheming reptile. and in true yoo jiah fashion, his words only served to make the situation even more fun for her.  it’s akin to a game of cat and mouse. there are times where she wonders who’s the cat and who’s the mouse considering he’s holding onto her biggest secret and his family’s messy truths are in her possession. she should be worried, but since he was the one the retreated from the conversation, she figured that she was safe. that she could dangle another piece of secret information about his family in front of his face and know that that would keep him retaliating. at least for now.  

it’s because of this fact that jiah still features him on her blog from time to time, though it’s only minor stories because she knows better than to pour oil onto a flame, even if the flame as been lowered. it’s cute how he comments on her posts trying to intimidate her too. it just warms her heart knowing her biggest fan comes in the form of the towering figure of kwon taeho. 

the student center is particularly busy today. but it comes as no surprise because the new semester has just started. jiah would much rather be somewhere else, away from the crowd of bustling students, but as fate would have her, she actually needs to buy a textbook at the campus bookstore. she keeps her expression soft as she makes her way through the crowd, her mind wandering listlessly as she walks. and because of this, she almost, almost bumps into the figure who walked directly into her path. though slightly annoyed to be interrupted and stopped, she shows no visible reaction to stranger until she registers just who the male is. lips curved up into an amused smile, she nods her head as a sign of faux respect. 

« well, well, well. look who it is. to what do i owe this pleasure of being stopped by such an exclusive person on campus? » and cue, another game of cat and mouse. 

#— ‘ beginnings #sgntaeho #— ‘ game resumed #//hope this is okay! let me know if you want me to change anything!

[eviesgn]

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

✎ @sgntaeho sent a meme for a starter !

          evie’s  head  immediately  lifts  from  where  it’s  resting  on  her  hand,  eyes  moving  over  to  the  source  of  the  unexpected  response.  a  little  invasive  and  inappropriate  for  him  to  butt  into  other  people’s  private  bubbles  and  as  far  as  she’s  concerned,  he  isn’t  part  of  the  conversation  she’s  having  with  the  other  fellow  students.  “it’s  a  little  impolite  for  you  to  butt  into  conversations  of  other  students  with  their  professors,  isn’t  it?”  mindlessly  replies  with  her  tone  rather  flat  and  cold,  her  usual  dulcet  ones  honeyed  out  into  crisp  dust  for  what  he’s  just  done.  though  she’s  rather  interested  in  what  he’d  retort  with  once  confronted.  “what  makes  you  think  it’s  okay  to  intrude  the  way  you  did  mister..?”

#sgntaeho #written. #queue.