…❝ league three.

@✷ › c. yoonah。 although her blunt (or rather sharp) remarks nearly pierced through his amiable veneer, he shook them off with remarkable ease. but deep inside, there was a tinge of regret that stirred deeply within him, from letting someone as distinguishable as her go due to his own vices. usually, it was suppressed for instant gratification. at that time, she was replaced by a temporary nameless figure, someone he forgot within mere seconds after he was done with them. but yoonah remained somewhere in the back of his mind. “well, sometimes i make decisions that aren’t so great. but i assure you, you’re still one of a kind.” usually the “one of a kind” remark was overused, even he thought so. but he genuinely meant it in this case, even with his awry decision to “end” things in an unconventional way. “then who invited you here in the first place? just curious.”

@✷ › j. jaehyun。 oh hell no. first she's separated from her friends, then placed in a league with a royal, and now she's reunited with her ex? it's almost like this god forsaken academy is out for blood. yoonah wishes she could say that the person standing in front of her was a stranger, but there was a point in time where she could recognize this man by his silhouette alone. "i see your antics haven't changed," she comments while greeting him with a simple nod, standing up from where she's sitting as she does so. "i suppose it's my turn to break your heart, eh?" she jokes along with him, a playful simper evident on her face as she replies. "i'm not here for you. you should know that, considering i cut you off a year ago. y'know, when you decided my 'beautiful self' wasn't exactly enough for you?"

@✷ › c. yoonah。 ( i'm crying i did not mean for it to be this long, doNT mirror )
it was morning, 9 am to be exact. as he woke from his lengthy slumber, his eyes were threatening to close once again with the sun shining brightly through the glass windows. was there class today? already, he forgot which classes he applied for. it was a fruitless endeavor to memorize them in the first place, as he was barely one to be noticed for his perfect attendance, in fact for the opposite for his chronic absences. suddenly the door bell rang and that driven him to sit up from his bed, wearing his pajamas, juxtaposing the stuffy suit that hugged his body a little too tightly from the gala.

finally pulling the blanket away from his body, he felt a breeze following him as he headed for the door, only for it to be left ajar before his arrival. so that begs the question: who could be visiting at this hour? after taking a detour or two from his dorm room, he noticed someone else's room is opened. but as he ventured further, with no regard to how invasive it can be, the person was not the owner of this room but alas someone very familiar to him. someone he should've expected to run into, but didn't. he can’t help his lips curling in delight just from seeing them, despite the messy aftermath that followed from their previous relationship. “yoonah.. was not expecting your beautiful self to be here. i didn't think i'd be /this/ hard to resist though." he let out a soft chuckle to relieve the tension somewhat.

@✷ › j. jaehyun。 it's been less than twelve hours since everyone had been assigned to their leagues and moved into their respective houses, which means it's been maybe eight since yoonah had last seen yeonjun. theoretically, she should be able to go more than 24 hours without seeing him, given she used to be away from him for months when she went to boarding school in switzerland. but yoonah's never been a fan of the unfamiliar and tends to seek solace in things that comfort her. and as much as she doesn't want to really admit it, yeonjun and his family are reminders of a home she wished she had.

this is precisely why the supermodel has decided to infiltrate his room at stellavenance, deciding better his than hers given the leaguemates they've been assigned to. (this way, she could also drop by chan's afterwards.) she had been let into the house by one of their other housemates—lisa, was it?—and had been given instructions on where to locate the racer's room from her as well. the door had been left open, so yoonah took it upon herself to head right in and plop onto the bed closest to the door. surely yeonjun wouldn't mind, so all that was left for her to do was wait.

“mom, no one is here. I think I might have to talk to you two times a da—what? what’s wrong with that? you don’t like me? writing on twitter right now that oomf is a hater.”

“no way, who did that.”