#taejoonsgn

[sgnaera]

                             ❝                                 show me you're shameless, 

                                               write it on my neck why don't ya, 

                                  and i won't erase it.                          ❞

[sgnchanyeol]

❝ are you a keyboard? 'cause you're my type. ❞

“ am i a what? ” it’s something new, chanyeol definitely admits that but that might also be because he’s confused by it at the same time. a keyboard … would it work better if you say typewriter? but then again he’s thinking more of blood type whenever someone says type and he wishes he could come up with something more new like this. “ hey, that’s a good one! you practicin’ on me or something? wanna trade puns? ”

[sgnelias]

@taejoonsgn | send me to another plain.

Hesitation, aversion, and full-blown skepticism. All the emotions he would’ve had if this were a decade prior, but after his more recent development for alien mysteries and conspiracies, he was ready for the worst. Videos, articles, and online forums filled with the theory and practice of astral projection, making him relive his many late nights with blurry ufo sightings and government cover-ups. Taejoon couldn’t have picked a better time to spring the idea on him, and convincing him was practically a guaranteed contract—what with him taking the initiative on research and experimentation. If there was a way to out-annoy Taejoon, he might have accomplished it with his non-stop chatter about the topic. It probably didn’t help that he lived right above him either. 

“Okay, hit me.” He proclaimed with vigor, attempting to lay stoic on the free mattress that seemed to bring down the room’s atmospheric aesthetic. Though, either way, it was in the same vein as his own, so it felt no different. “Not actually, but like, tell me what to do. I’ve been failing miserably for the past week now.” Meditations weren’t his thing, guided or not, and either that was the fault of his own restless mind or something else was an issue for another day. It had already been done with nothing to show for it, so it was time for a change. Specifically, let the resident ap expert guide him instead. The flowing curtains were all he cared to watch as he took steadying breaths, seeing as it was too late for natural light and too early for artificial. There was a feeling of calmness that washed over him, yet the excitement for the activity to come kept him from falling too lax.

[sgnsoryong]

❝ well, does that mean you also are in need of a leash? ❞ he hums a bit at the end, he really can't unsee the other professor, it's like he's standing there in front of him. ❝ me and my twin are the same, i'd have to say we can equivalent a kennel of dogs, really. so, don't you share that same responsibility, -- wearing the leash i mean.❞

Soryong blinks at the male’s question and pulls off his glasses with a tilt of his head. Who was this kid and why all the questions? Let alone what were they trying to get at? It takes him a moment before he realizes the male’s words and he chuckles softly, setting his glasses down on his desk. “Ah… I see… " he hummed thoughtfully, relaxing his once confused expression.

"Well… to answer your question. Not anymore. Growing up… we were quite the handful..” he chuckles softly, sitting back in his seat. “But life and marriage have a way of changing things.

Theoretically, I still wear a leash but it’s not the same one I wore those years ago. Make sense or did I miss the point of your question?”

[sgndaeryong]

depends, have you seen AA? { ` his lips push into a pout around his strawberry flavored 'pop, and he rests the side of his face in his palm to really emphasize his desk laying now, talking out the side of his mouth;} maybe they're there. { `he pushes his wrapper & his empty campri sun into his hoodie pocket, before proding his finger against one of the disgarded pens you were just grading with ;} difference is-- i mean, are you dead? or injured, or going through a divorce? responsibility sir

This is one of the reasons why I’ll always like Gikwang more than you. ( ` unashamed by his blatant honesty as he tried to retain himself from shoving the whole child off of his desk. He didn’t want to clean up the destruction afterwards and the last thing he wanted was to be written up -- he was sure he could talk his way out of it though ) I wish. I am. I’m not. ( ` was a headache starting..? ) All right. This was fun. I really enjoyed this conversation. Thank you for your input and concern, Mr. Ryu, but I’ve got work to do. ( ` placing his hands underneath Taejoon’s armpits, he slides him off the desk like he was air and to his feet, turning him around, and shoving him forward as gently as he could. ) Please, do give Gikwang a sweet hello from me. It was lovely seeing you. ( ` his voice didn’t match the annoyed look on his face ) I expect everyone will know the dance to EXO’s obsession by tomorrow evening, if not, well, the captain will just have to take one for the team, right? ( ` a simple threat with a just as threatening smile ) Responsibility, sir.

[sgnyooa]

Have you even been in love?

‼ honesty hour ‼

— [ ♡ ] ❝ have i ever been in love? i don’t like talking about my love life to be honest, but i guess i’ll entertain you.❞ 

❝ i have been in love, once. and that boys and girls, is exactly how and why i know that love sucks. call me a pessimist if you want, but i wouldn’t willingly put myself through that again. . ❞

[sgnchanyeol]

@taejoonsgn ; from here 

“are you,-” he pauses, staring at chanyeol–really, what was new there, but again he’s unsure what the other was thinking. taejoon could never really read his face like he could so many others who wore their heart on their sleeves, but chanyeol? he just looked, really fucking adorable. “are you asking to hook up, or do you really want me, to join your book club?,” he teased, a smile pushing at the corners of his lips. “i’ll go, i left my phone back at the dorm though,” he reaches in his bag, shuffling around for a minute, past his phone and circling his hand around a pen, the same sparkly pink pen he’d used to write out at least twenty different valentines day post cards for him a couple weeks ago. “but you can take my number and text me which house, i’ll come only for you, who-ever you are,” he reached for chanyeol’s palm and held it finally in his hand before writing in huge curly font his number, plain as day across his forearm. “i guess don’t shower if you want your dick sucked or whatever,” he let go just to shrug, tongue peeking back at the other from between his teeth in an playful smile. “straight boy.”

          bewilderment is an understatement for this encounter, from start to end, and chanyeol’s eyes might as well fall out by now. there’s not a single question or claim taejoon makes that chanyeol can make sense of or think of a proper response to. it happens so rarely, that someone genuinely renders him speechless and to such an extent, even after a minute, he feels as if he can’t wrap his mind around everything being said. his body reacts before he can, cheeks flushed, heat gathering in the tips of his ears, and mouth slightly agape before he swallows thickly, trying to compose himself because is this real? helio being called a book club is funny enough on his own but everything else flusters chanyeol to no end. has anyone ever been this bold with him? this blunt? when they last spoke, he thought it was a fluke, a dare, a joke to flirt with the golden boy and see his reaction. this time, chanyeol can’t say that for certain, not when a phone number is written so brightly on his arm, hand still in taejoon’s as his eyes continue to widen. “ i   —   ” fucking hell, what does he say? where does he even begin to start? “ i, uh, ” wetting his lips, he lets out a nervous chuckle, head tilting as he thinks this is the quickest someone has disarmed him like this, his entire facade crumbling at a crude offer. “ i’m, most people don’t assume other people’s sexuality, right? is that a thing? ”

[sgnchanyeol]

❝ no, nothing like that, ❞ he laughs a little, wondering if it it were possible to be stupid cute like this. ❝--you ever like a person, and even if you stand right next to 'em, you're invisible? i-i mean -❞ his face is as pink as his hair at this point. ❝ theyre just damn cute- like yeigh high, ears like dumbo shit i melt like lost sidewalk candy in the middle of summer. ❞ he choked back a sigh. ❝ you ever see them around? their name's chanyeol, super popular super straight, out of my league?❞

          “ depends on what you mean by invisible. i am pretty tall, you know. kinda hard to miss, ” he laughs, the pride evident in his grin when he shouldn’t be all that amused. what can he say? at least he finds his own jokes funny when they aren’t all that great.  he misses the flush of the other’s face at first, recognition slowly settling in because he’s like hey wait dumbo ears   —   he knows someone with dumbo ears. sees him every morning in the mirror and thank the heavens chanyeol wasn’t drinking by the time his name is said or he would’ve definitely done a spit-take. “ uh, i   —   um, ” he stumbles over his words, said dumbo ears burning bright red because he didn’t expect that. “ h-hey, come on, i’m not … that popular. ” he coughs, knowing he could protest to the other two but he feels more shy about that. “ so where’s the camera at? you’re messing with me, right? got me good, ha … ha … ahem. ”

[sgnchanyeol]

he scrolls down his contacts all the way to the very bottom where ░ ҂ ’݆￫ダンボ 💭💕🐾 sits surrounded by various other contacts filled with all sorts of emojis, it sort of drowns in them, which he likes. he taps call, and while he does he's quick to text too. 『 ˢᵗᵒᵖ ˢᵗᵃʳᶤᶰᵍ˒ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳˑᵐᵉ』.

he can barely hear anything, the yell of one of his teammates filling his ear as he laughs, tossing his head back and suddenly feeling light-headed, balance becoming a stranger as he steadies a hand against the wall, offering a grin to a dahlia member he vaguely recognizes since he’s hovering just over her as a result. could be worse. she doesn’t seem to mind at all even when he mixes up her name for someone else’s, the friend who brings back another drink. her question to chanyeol goes completely over his head and he’s wetting his lips, eyes widening as he leans in, hand to his ear to encourage her to speak again but once his phone vibrates more than once in his pocket, he’s pulling away. 

the name on his phone doesn’t match, not a name at all for once, and he realizes he couldn’t remember this guy’s name but he remembers the offer made, snickering to himself at the choice of emojis he labeled this with. maybe he ought’a fix that. for now, he laughs when a text shows up on his screen, unable to swipe it away unless he answers or declines. the choice is easy, especially when he’s stepping out onto the patio of the house they’re gathered at right now, hand to his forehead as he basks in the refreshing night air. “ hello? decided to join my book club, huh? ”

[sgnsoryong]

❝ respectfully, does that brother of yours need a leash?❞

Soryong looks up at the male before a laugh parts his lips. “About 95% of the time, yes. But honestly, he may or may not like it and that is not a part of my brother’s life that I need or want any details about,” he says thoughtfully as his brow quirks, “Why… what did he do now?” Not that he thought his brother did something but honestly… the older of the twins probably did, which thankfully enough didn’t result in him getting yelled at by another student again. (At least not yet anyway.)

[sgndaeryong]

{ ` leans up against the wall, lips leaving the yellow apurture of the straw casually piercing a fruit punch capri sun in his hand, his eyes fall on you; } hey

( ` scribbles away on pieces of paper bored out of his mind and completely annoyed that he had to grade an assignment he had given out. He didn’t know what was worse - legal work or student essays. He peeks up under his fringe to stare at Taejoon with a  few blinks ) Who the hell left a rugrat here? ( ` deadpans, pursing his lips and sitting back in his seat with an exasperated sigh ) Taejoon. What did I say about coming to my office without an appointment? Shouldn’t you be at practice? I treat you guys to a free practice day and yet you still find your way over to me. Obsession is a terrible vice, Taejoon. ( ` a quick twitch of a smile. ) 

[sgnaera]

「 text: ares 🏹」 quick! im going to need you to save me!! i got my hand stuck in the candy jar.

          crashing into one of the local candy shops, she was going to be nice for once and get her best friend some sugary treats. whatever he didn’t like, she magically did, and vice versa. so it was a quick pick and choose, and she was all good to buy a whole bag of goodies. yet, her incoming texts sung a different tune. having to resist the urge to burst out in boisterous laughter, in a store filled with sad adults tending to their vexatious children, she replied with the utmost sarcasm.

「 text : arie; 」 a true hero「 text : arie; 」 legend of our time「 text : arie; 」 use the lube under your pillow「 text : arie; 」 do you even deserve these gummies

[sgnsoryong]

(' he knocks on the glass part of the door before letting himself into the office. it's way more organized than he expected since the last time, but it was midterms week and he couldn't blame the guy for the piles of boring snot he called books that had been littered all around that time. but it still colors him impressed after having frequented the other jung's office and the unending papers. ) sooooryyyy. (' he started with a whine, very taejoonesque. )

Soryong hears the knock and raises his head from the stack of papers that littered his desk. He hadn’t been expecting any visitors during this time seeing as everyone had been preparing for exams as well as a personal case of his own he had to work on. Upon seeing the male enter he blinks, a quiet laugh leaving him as he removes his glasses. “Come on in Taejoon,” he says with a chuckle. “What can I help you with this time?...and please don’t ask me where you can find a leash for my brother... I can’t let you borrow Chubbi’s no matter how many times you ask.”  @taejoonsgn

[sgndaeryong]

Just because i don't acknowledge Kikwang as your favorite, -- { ` damn his stature, sure his shoulders were wide and he was sure his abs were coming in, but still, he wasn't immovable, he really wanted to stomp his feet at that more than anything. } doesn't mean it doesn't hurt my feelings! and- { ` he's pretty sure he's been shoved a bit there, taking his lolipop from his mouth and pointing it at the teacher; } It was love shot this week, they're not learning obsession in less than 24 hours!

You don’t look hurt to me. ( ` sucking his teeth and bringing his hands back and away from the student as if he was held at gunpoint because of the lollipop ) Wow, look at you showing your leadership skills and speaking for your team. ( ` the back of his hand gently knocks against the wrist holding up the candy to move it’s direction ) They’re not learning it in 24 hrs because you’re not there to make sure that they do. Instead, you’re here holding me hostage. ( ` honestly, he would rather be with the team because even though Taejoon was giving him a headache at least he was having some sort of human interaction. How long has he been cooped up in the office anyway? ) I’ll tell you what. If you can get at least 4 of the members of the team to perform the dance with only 3 mistakes in total, you can pick the next song and I’ll show up to practice everyday for a month. 

[sgndaeryong]

{ `clearly he was an expert at finishing capri suns quicker than most. taejoon squeezed his capri sun quickly as he slurped its contents, thoroughly ending it once there was nothing left and the straw rattled at the plastic bottom. ; } i am much cuter than just any ol' rugrat. { ` he simpered, the acknowledgement leading him over to your desk where he puts himself btwn your papers & the rest of the desk, tearing open a new lollipop to suck. } as the captain, we haven't seen you days, im allowed

Debatable. Have you seen Phil and Lil? ( ` a brow rising at the sound of a now empty slurp and he couldn’t help but wonder whether or not it would be appropriate to consider that a talent. In any case, his leg lifted to press his ankle over his opposite knee while his fingers pressed to the right side of his head to keep it propped up ) and where exactly in this made up handbook does it say you’re allowed to sit on my desk? I really hope you get ink on your ass for this. ( ` eyes lowering to the male’s waist just for a moment. ) I was under the impression you were used to absent coaches. What’s the difference now?

[sgnelias]

@taejoonsgn​ | not surprised.

Aimlessly wandering through the club, he couldn’t tell the difference between the lobby, dance floor, and lounge. People were everywhere, alcohol was everywhere, crowding every free space imaginable. Not a second of his night so far did he touch a lick of alcohol, or bothered to sway to a horrendous number. Instead, there was distraction upon distraction, gained from meeting a new familiar person every hour. Surrounding himself with people was a small desire, done discreetly and never admitted to. However now, having met the person who brought him the greatest joy and sorrow, he felt empty and unsure of what to do anymore. There was no one else he could think of to find company in; not at a club filled with valentines day cheer. So what was he doing here, really? 

Random chance, he thought, brought him to a more secluded section of the club. But as soon as he walked into a closed off room, thinking no one would be inside, Taejoon stood out immediately. “The fuck are you wearing, Arden?” Not that he was particularly surprised, because it was Taejoon of all people, but seriously? “I don’t see you the entire party. Did you lose your twin or something?” Still pausing in place, he wondered if he wanted anything to do with this situation, up until he saw—in his out of mind state—what looked like coffee, and swiped it up without another thought. “Finally, something I can drink.”