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Woojinnie-oppa

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He set this for her while she was in the washroom or something lets be real

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[text: Woojinnie-oppa] If I don’t come in to work tomorrow, it will be because I’m getting headaches from my History of Music class.[text: Woojinnie-oppa] Just kidding, I would probably die before I miss a class. Do you have headache medicine in your office?

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[text: Woojinnie-oppa] You should have come to my birthday party, then you would have eaten this.[image attached: Woojinnie-oppa]

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@wangkw

Gain likes schedules, timetables, and a sense of routine in what she does. It’s a source of peace of mind for her to know what’s coming ahead and what to expect in a day, and that was just how she liked it. Mornings before her lectures put her in her office, grading, marking and getting prep work done, but there was also something else that she had not planned but makes its way into her day anyway. 

Quite early each day a blonde boy would run past her office (not just once, but several times) doing what seems to be “exercise”, for some reason unbeknownst to her. She hated any kind of physical strain, so she didn’t understand what pushed him to do so, but hey, it was his life. She was safe and comfortable inside and he seemed to enjoy running, often times smiling or waving as he passed by her window, gone before she could do anything in response. It was kind of nice to have a friendly presence in the quiet of the early hours, though they didn’t know each other further than their daily passing. 

She never had an intention to reach out to him until this particular morning. He ran by with a chipper attitude every day, but today he had his head down, demeanor more sluggish and overcast that usual. At first she thought maybe he was just warming up, but as he lapped around the building again it was clear he just didn’t good well at all. Gain waited until he was set to come back around, a little bit anxious as she waited for him to come back around the corner before pulling open the window and leaning to poke her head out. 

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Michiyo (Arts Dept.)

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None, I don’t think Gain knows how to set that, lol.

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[text: Michiyo (Arts Dept.)] Do you still have the piano solo CD with you? It’s called “December” by George Winston, I’m pretty sure I gave it to you with the others. There’s a track on it I need to reference for a lecture next week.

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past, beginning of spring semester 2015

For her to say that she wasn’t nervous would be a lie. Even with her experience in leading music camps and being a high school teacher, the concept that she had actually made it and gotten herself hired at a college of music was still overwhelming. Maybe if she could succeed here, then it would be the push her parents needed to recognize teaching as more than a ‘last resort’ career choice. It wasn’t that she should have to prove that she was a good musician. The fact she had already played beside her parents in the national orchestra should have been enough, but she was determined to show them what a profound effect a good teacher had on students--essentially, she wanted them to see that she was directly making an impact on the future of Seoul’s music scene. 

Perhaps that very same flame that fuelled her passion also had her on the edge of her seat the whole initial faculty meeting. What spurred her on also put a layer of pressure over the playing field, and now Gain was just a bundle of nervous energy. It didn’t help that she was new and wasn’t friendly with anybody here. She made her way down the hall towards her new space, office, home away from home, carrying a tiny potted jade plant in one hand. If she didn’t have any friends here yet, then at least she would have her favorite desk greenery. 

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Uncharted territory always made her nervous, but to say that she was worried would be an understatement. It was rare that Gain would go far outside the music department, because she really didn’t have anything to do in the other parts of the school. Not that she avoided other people, but she just didn’t go out of her way to find ways to spend more time at work, and at the very bottom of her list would be to strain herself for something outside of the courses she taught. And yet she found herself outside the athletics department, presumably to do what she least expected to. 

It isn’t always easy for her to make new friends, so it was a pleasant surprise when Gain had found herself getting along well with Michiyo. Of course it helped that she actually liked what the other was teaching here, and that she was fairly easy to talk to. Had it been someone that was more crisp and concise as she, herself was, perhaps there would be significantly less interest in pursuing a second conversation. For the music instructor to seek out a colleague for anything other than something work related was pretty rare, and yet she found herself wandering down the halls of the Art department.

Okay Tumblr finally let me follow everyone! So a FULL HELLO! Here’s the run down of your resident classical music enthusiast. And you can read more of her profile [here], other headcanons [here], and some plots [here]!