⤷ 　auditorium.

@⁰³ seulgi k. only seconds had passed before his cell phone buzzed within his hand once more, his gaze tearing away from the empty crowd of chairs to scan over the messages. this wasn't unusual -- the kind of behavior that the female was currently exhibiting. for plenty nights, the pair had spent long hours hauled up in the empty auditorium, the blonde haired male often finishing up last minute touches on the numerous projects that he had due, all while listening to the theatre student recite her lines, often offering feedback whenever she asked for it. he enjoyed it, although that wasn't a tidbit that he vocalized. jeonghan didn't have a large social circle, and outside of his childhood friend, rosie, this particular female was one of the few he felt wholeheartedly comfortable around.

placing his phone in his pocket, jeonghan cleaned off some of the paint that lingered on his fingers with a wet wipe, noting that he would eventually have color stains all over his skin come tomorrow morning -- but that was okay, he was used to it. at hearing the whistling tune, he lifted his gaze towards the direction it came, attention falling upon one of the upper boxes just slightly to his right. with his lips tugging into a wide, boyish grin, he hopped down off of the stage, stalking his way over to where the female hid, his form standing just a few feet below the seating area as his head tilted back to peer up at her.

"what are you doing up there?" he called out, arms folding loosely across his chest. "and /how/ long have you been up there? everyone left hours ago."

@⁰⁴ jeonghan y. seulgi has been extra careful with this little play that she's come up with the moment she snuck inside the upper box of the auditorium.

from where she hid, she has a clear view of her little artist, watching him squint at the row of seats in front of him, expecting to find her there. and yes, while she does take pity on him, she quite enjoy seeing him struggle, too. this was, after all, the very foundation of their relationship: hide and seek, push and pull— who will be the one to give in. it was purely coincidental that the odds are in her favor and, with how things are going lately, she's sure that she's going to play her cards right to get her expected results today. so, with her phone's brightness set to its lowest, she glances down on the screen to read his messages, biting back a laugh as she nibbles on the tip of the black liquorice she has been toying with.

⟨ to: flowerboy :leaf fluttering: ⟩
— come on
— i barely saw u looking at my spot
[ . . . ]
— but fine. i need some help that needs a quick fixing anyway :shrug:

slipping her phone on her back pocket of her jeans, she whistles at him to get his attention, waving the liquorice she has in her hand as some sort of flag— hoping to the gods above that he takes a good look in her direction this time around.

@⁰³ seulgi k. standing in the middle of the auditorium stage, the only light coming from the beams that rested just above him, jeonghan stared down at his phone, brows knitted as he read over the text messages he had just received. it was late within the evening, and the rest of the decorating committee had gone home (or gone to do whatever else it was that college students did on a friday night), so he had been certain that he was the only one remaining in the building, wanting to finish up the last bit of decorations on his own — but the text messages he read proved that he may not be alone. raising his eye from the brightly lit screen of his phone, he squinted out towards the darkness of the audience area, attempting to make out any shadow of a silhouette — but he couldn’t, the area being too dim to really see anything besides the seats in the very first few rows. turning his attention back down to his phone, his fingers rapidly typed away a reply.

[ ✉️ text to: seulshine :sun: ]
— where are you ??
[ … ]
— i’m not afraid of the dark but don’t hide in the shadows
— that’s creepy