✎ club hall

@✧ s. ryuga [] wanna apologize for being very late to this reply! was a bit tired from work the past couple of days but finally got the reply!

hyungwon watches as ryuga seems to struggle, his expression a mix of concern and empathy. "hey, you alright there?" hyungwon asks, his voice laced with genuine concern as he notices ryuga's awkward smile and the slight wobble in his stance.

ryuga rubbed his forehead, futilely attempting to ease the discomfort hyungwon knew he was feeling. the male also couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. it was clear that ryuga was struggling, and hyungwon couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"you don't look so good. maybe you should sit down for a bit," hyungwon suggests, gesturing towards a nearby bench. with a gentle smile, hyungwon offers ryuga a supportive pat on the back, his other hand holding onto the other to keep him supported.

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@✧ c. hyungwon ryuga cannot tell what is happening right now. he is not usually an airhead. Still, it happens when he is deprived of sleep. he has heard someone talking near him and looks to the side, seeing a taller guy staring at him. he tries to recall the question again and pulls off a weird and awkward smile.

"I uhm..." ryuga is in a trance again and rubs his forehead, causing him to jolt a bit, "I think I'm fine. it just hurts a bit..."

for the time he has said he is okay, his body betrays him again and almost falls down for another time.

@✧ s. ryuga as his long yawn escaped his breath, hyungwon muttered to himself as his droopy eyes surveyed the area. the male was tired as usual and wasn't fond of having to do another one of these club events. hyungwon was a member of a couple of clubs throughout his years at uni. some he was only a part of for a year, or maybe a semester. he wasn't fond of clubs as typically it was fronts for cliques. he had no problems with the people per se, just defeats the whole point of a club-- something that's supposed to bring different people together.

he was nearby on his phone when he heard a thud, prompting a quick turn of his head to see the other male. it was easy to tell what happened when the reddening mark spread across his forehead. he stood up quickly, his medical sixth sense taking the front seat as he quickly examined the boy. "hey, how bad is the pain and do you feel anything wrong in particular?"

@✧ c. hyungwon ryuga already has problems back in his first year, and it seems everyone wants to be part of a club or something. while he gets along with almost everyone, he cannot help but still feel like an outsider. always available when someone needs him, he has a hard time confiding his problems and feelings whenever he needs one.

or it might be just that, he is having a hard time trusting.

nevertheless, it is not like he is a total closed-off to anyone. he has just seen throughout his life that as much youth gives the brightest flare, it tends to also easily die down. authentic connections are becoming scarce, another reason he is protecting his heart. he cannot just give it just freely yet sometimes the isolation or having no place to stand firm is slowly getting the best of him.

ryuga realizes that he is just getting sappy again.

his feet drag him to the club halls, where he sees several students busy in their own worlds. it looks so nice to see a place so lively, and the positivity around is something he wants to take part in. he squeezes the straps of his backpack and sighs, before going towards the large bulletin board. recruitments are posted here and his eyes thread each one. the theater club seems nice, and he is always in awe whenever he watches them. the chess club is okay, too, in his taste, but his brain capacity may not be on par with them. the swimming club is one he finds the coolest, yet he has a fear of deep waters.

but while he is staring at them, he feels the tiredness in his body, since he pulled an all-nighter last night, and he is not able to stop his body from falling—only to smack his forehead into the bulletin board.

@✧ s. junghwan the sudden voice making its way to her ears has sohee's eyes widening a fraction. is it shock? annoyance? irritation that flowers over her features and travels over to the unsuspecting male? either way, she cannot help but quirk a brow before huffing out softly. sohee was already aggravated enough as it was because the stupid dean decided to punish her with this extra activity. she didn't have any more schedules for the day - when she could've met up with her friend and smoked a joint and just chilled and unwind for the remainder of the day, here she is seeking out to help some students with arts and craft. the imploring gaze that finds hers has her eyes twitching a bit, the older woman knows he's merely trying to help which she thought for a moment is quite sweet and endearing. her head nodding once as she breathes out and passes the papers to him.

"you take half, I'd take half, thanks." her voice is clipped and monotone, eyes dark and hollow, the itch for that quick fix vibrating in her hands as they shake a bit. okay maybe, sohee is considered a stoner, or an addict at this point, but isn't it for the best? if she got her luncheon fix rather than having to listen to the dean blag in her ear all for the hour while eating. not like she could just pull out her stick and take a pull now can she? if only - then she would've been in a much more pleasant mood, or at least that's what the disgruntled student keeps telling herself. for someone studying criminology and knowing that patience is the key to figuring out key patterns of individuals, she surely doesn't have the patience to deal with people who are all chirpy and preppy.

she took her half quickly and turned around swiftly on her heels, distributing the sheets of paper as she was told, swearing under her breath with every step she took, and glaring at the freshmen as she passed by their desks. the idiotic, innocent kids aren't to be blamed, yet sohee still feels that tinge of annoyance in her entire being at the sight of them. "sohee-ssi? when you're finished, distribute the bowls of flour and cold water as well please, thank you!" the club leader asked, and sohee felt her back going rigged, not being the type to necessarily enjoy being told what to do, but she bites back any form of swearing as she glances at the last kid she hands over the paper to and finally walk over to the side desk and sohee shamelessly glances at the kid who offered his assistance earlier.

"hey kid, what's your name? mind helping me with these too? seems like miss preppy there doesn't have any hands left on her to assist," sneering at the girl up in front, she all but rolled her eyes once more, making sure that the saucepans provided were not clustered too much for it to easily be shoved off the cabinet and dropped onto the floor - making a huge mess and loud bang in the process. nudging it out of the way for now, sohee starts with the bowls of flour, two by two in each hand - and of course, they would decide to use glass bowls, as if kids aren't clumsy - not to mention sohee herself is quite the clutz at times, not that she's proud in admitting it, she makes sure her shaky hands don't spill anything - nor drop the glassware as she distributes them as quickly as she possibly can. grateful for the other kid's help, at least someone in the stupid club isn't lazy and waiting for someone to be on their hands and feet for them.

glancing at the kid curiously, sohee feels a small simper growing on her lips, which she shoots it down just as quickly as it starts to formulate, hands reaching out for the saucepans and asking if he can carry the bottles of water for the students to use to heat up in the saucepan to a boil. their little portable bunsen burners are already provided to each table so everyone can get a chance to use them as directed, which the older woman hopes to god she doesn't have to partake in doing at all for today.

@✧ h. sohee junghwan pulls his face away from the mirror, then takes one last look. the streak of paint is all gone now, after a fair bit of scrubbing with water. how he had walked the whole stretch from the art building to the club hall without noticing the almost neon green colour decorating his face, junghwan isn’t sure. but if it hadn’t been for his friend laughing as soon as they had locked eyes in the club hall, junghwan is sure he’d have walked all the way back to his dorm parading that green paint on his face. with a bashful sigh, junghwan flicks the remaining water droplets off of his hands and makes his way out of the washroom and back towards the club room.

he notices the shift in atmosphere as soon as he steps past the door. the tables had been filled with laughter and chatter when junghwan left the room earlier on, but in their place now are hushed whispers. junghwan begins to waddle towards his seat, but his eyes are scanning the room, until they finally spot the difference. in the corner with the club leader, dressed in all black, is an unfamiliar face. there’s an air about her that immediately distinguishes her from his fellow first years, but even after combing through his memory, junghwan doesn’t recall seeing this club senior before.

but what he does see now is the stack of newspapers being passed from the club leader’s hands into the upperclassman’s. the stack is almost a tower, with the sheer amount the club needs for today’s paper mache project, so it’s a simple decision, really; junghwan recharts his course, and instead of his seat, he makes his way towards the upperclassman. “hello,” junghwan says with a small bow. he extends his hands away from his body, palms facing up, offering his help and a small smile. “if it’s okay, i can help to distribute these as well?”

@✧ s. junghwan "You've got to be kidding, right?!" Obsidian-filled orbs glare in the direction of the dean, her brows furrowed and eyes squinted as they shine in distaste, anger, and humiliation. How can this idiotic woman ask Han Sohee, of all people, who despise clubs in general and any stupid sports and games - to go over to the arts and crafts club and serve her penance duration while helping out the slew of newcomers in their first year? "I kid you not Sohee, this has been going on for far too long, either you go there, or out the entrance and stay away from classes for two weeks, get your GPA knocked down and you can tell your masters' goodbye," the woman is rather firm and her lips are set in a strong line, nothing cracking her emotions it seems as Sohee stands there rooted to the spot in dismay and annoyance. Her lips curl back into a sneer, a litany of curses ready to escape but she bites it all back, not wanting to be suspended for real this time. Biting down on her lower pink brim and turning tails, that's how Sohee ends up in the stupid club hall, surrounded by idiotic preppy kids, all eager to be acquainted and get into different clubs, seeking their best interests. Grimacing as she passes some of the nerds playing chess, she makes a face at one in particular who looks at her, not particularly wanting their attention her eyes roll briefly as she heads on over with her bag on her shoulder towards the silly arts and crafts club room.

Sohee doesn't even bother announcing her presence at this point, what's the use - she's here to look good in the eyes of the dean, just so she doesn't have her grades 'magically' reduced by missing too many classes and class participation. She may be an outcast and someone who runs into trouble making it a mess for the dean and other staff members to clean up - but that doesn't mean she's letting go of her sight on her goal, she wants to become recognized as a criminologist, working alongside investigators to aid in putting away criminals such as what she deems to be her disgusting step-father.

Once the girl walks in, she doesn't even acknowledge anyone, the clubroom leader looks at her with widened eyes and parted lips, clearly surprised that she's even in that room to begin with, when Sohee is majorly of the times either in her classes or behind the bleachers or behind the field smoking a blunt and engaging with the other outcasts now and again if there's something worthy to talk about. "Just let's get it on with," she deadpans, the sound of her low voice sounding akin to a growl coming from her larynx, the girl walks over to place her bag side and she's getting the artist's smock to protect her clothing, even if it's mostly black, she doesn't want any clay or paint getting on her clothing, lest she wants to be even more irritated and annoyed. Spurring on grumbles and words of anger and distaste that she cannot be spending her break time from a class - smoking a joint and relaxing or having a drink with her buddy, instead, here she is around a classroom full of cluelessly looking kids, overly eager and quite loud for her liking, after all, it isn't like it's a rave with vice and her form of happiness. This is plain boring and downright sickening.

Dark eyes barely skim over the newcomers in their first year, her gaze ends up being caught by some of the students, but she merely looks away quickly, too quickly, not wishing to have them bothering her for a single moment. "Distribute this to the kids please," the club leader, whose name Sohee doesn't care to find out or remember simply glares in her direction before grumbling out once more, her words jumbled and snappish as she swears under her breath, "ing ," before reluctantly dragging her feet off to do as asked.

Could this day get any worse?

Her look & vibe: https://i.imgur.com/3aPbLwc.jpeg