❝ darling.

@dvrky·

“Miss Ahn” Junmyeon  looked at the female sitting across from his desk through the bridge of his glasses. It had been about a week since he had sent out “special” emails entailing a private student teacher meeting in his office. He had taken it upon himself to see to it that none of his students were allowed to fail this semester without his personal intervention. He would do everything he had in his power to salvage what he could of them because yes, he actually cared. Maybe a little too much because he knew more than anyone what it felt like to fail. He’d be damned before he sat by idly, twiddling his thumbs, as his students failed out of his class and possibly out of the school. Which unsurprisingly, many professors at this institute did. This was an elite university and to some, that meant that you made it on your own, and if you didnt then there was someone behind you, that was potentially better than you, starved to take your place. 

Clearing his throat, Junmyeon shifted in his chair and straightened the expression he knew that had gotten more dire with his thoughts. He pointed gently to the Guide to Success!! If you want to pass your Tests!! printout brochure that he had graciously crafted the day before each of his meetings. One of his more ingenious inventions if he had to say so himself. 

“You have a 72 average in my class as of now. Would you care to explain to me how this happened, Miss Ahn?”

— ❥ A nervous shiver runs through her entire body just at the way the Professor was looking at her. As if this entire ordeal wasn’t hard enough for her, but his serious demeanor just made her feel as if she was going to throw up at any moment. She’d never had this much trouble in a class before. Truly and honestly; never. All her life she had had perfect grades, even with the tragedies of her family, she’d never let herself slack. But now she was presented with the fact that she wasn’t just struggling, but she was slipping further and further down the grading scale each day. Online classes had been alright. She could always work on stuff when the kids were playing or when they were away at school and she had finished her chores around the house. But this was her first physical class since moving to Seoul; as well as her first class in a University classroom.

Her hands fidgeted with themselves as she looked at the intimidating man, eyes quickly flickering towards the printout that was on the desk as he pointed. Swallowing, she just silently nodded her head and wondered if she could make it through this meeting without crying. She was already a crybaby by nature, but the idea of breaking into tears in front of a teacher was beyond mortifying for her. She had to be strong.

“I would honestly prefer that over the weekend I had,”  Minus the fever part– Pretty sure anyone would think being sick would be so not fun. “I hope you’re alright from that fever, by the way–”

“mh, thanks, but i still think i’m gonna get hell from everyone for being such a hard sleeper. anyway, the concealer sounds good, i just hope it’s a good shade.”

                   ღ ’ despite the many attempts of resisting from the tugging feeling on his lips, the brunette couldn’t help but to let out a burst of laughter once she had finished her rather dramatic story. it was not at all out of mockery of any kind ( perhaps, he may have been teasing ), however more so of how she had described each happenings to be so impactful. “is this your way of trying to get me to take out the trash for you?” he asked, though there was a joking tone in his voice. “well, i have to admit, you’ve got quite the way of telling a story, my friend. even if i doubt bugs could barely be any harm for you.”

“It’s alright look, it goes well with all my other number one asshole mugs.” Hyeon told her with a confident grin as he opened the cupboard above his sink and motioned inside. “This is almost becoming a collection, do you think a museum would be interested?”

Now that threw her off guard, kind of. She was unsure of how to react, remained quiet for a short while until she parted her lips to speak again. ❝I’m sorry for your loss.❞ And by now she was contemplating whether this was the right response or not. Was there wrong responses, anyway? A small sigh was filtered through her nose and Iseul began to pick on the bracelet around her wrist. She felt a little uneasy, but really, she tried not to show it. ❝I am sure he would have been a good officer. We could use another young and dedicated member. Ah, it’s a shame..❞ And soon, a small apologetic smile was offered. ❝May I ask.. why he passed away?❞ Not that she wanted to make the other female rummage in those hurtful memories all over again, but she was sincerely interested, couldn’t believe when young people had to die.

He nodded, fiddling with some switches before glancing at the girl. He was well aware that she had grown up in a sheltered home, where cursing was bad and most concepts were conservative. Or at least that was what he gathered in the time they had known each other. It didn’t take a genius to notice the girl flinching at profanity. “I think it’s good that you’re like that. It gives off a pure aura that’s honestly not common these days. And you do your job well. I haven’t seen you nearing the end of your babysitting shift, but the way the kid looks at you is a sure sign of how much you mean to him.” He wished that he had met someone like her in his youth, someone warm and kind to seek safe haven from all the shit that he was put through.

— ❥ Shifting, her attention moves back to Taeil, despite knowing that he was perfectly safe, her instincts were to not keep him out of sight for too long just in case. He was at that age where accidents tended to happen no matter how much bubble wrap he might have on ( so to speak ). ❛ Thank you. I appreciate that. Most people seem to find it a bit off putting, it seems, ❜ she answers gentle before letting out a small laugh, picturing how she tended to be after the twelve or more hour shifts she tended to have as a live in nanny. ❛ Believe me, at the end of the day, I look like I need about three gallons of coffee and a safety word, but I’m happy. But Taeil and his sister are good kids who don’t cause a lot of trouble, so I can’t complain too much. I’ve heard lots of horror stories from other people about the kids they look after, so I got extremely lucky, I think. ❜

[ msg ] i cant believe you’re going to make me               leave this house to kill a damn spider……. [ msg ] can you at least cover yourself and try not              to get hurt while i’m on my way? [ msg ] you’ll bake me at least five cakes for this

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he’s in a state of panic, neuroticism exasperated and mind rattled by the words various strangers on forums have told him. and if there’s one thing he’s learned in his twenty years of life, it’s to always trust what you read on the internet.

his hands fumble for his phone, fingers tap frantically at the screen as he desperately types out a message to the first person that enters his mind.

( kkt: haeji ) i know you’re studying to be a vet so i thought i would try my luck ( kkt: haeji )  my dog has been acting really lethargic lately and i’m stressed out about it ( kkt: haeji ) can you come over and look at her? i’m really worried

— ❥ Her head lifts itself from its spot resting against her books, the sticky sound of the paper lifting from where it made contact with her forehead making her nose scrunch up. Studying was hopeless for now; despite the two cups of coffee coursing through her veins. 

The sound of the phone was a welcome distraction, fingers reaching and fumbling for the object and quickly swiping it open to see the message, brows furrowing as she reads.