Pretty thing

hyunbin’s anatomy class was, objectively, the absolute worst. it wasn’t too early in the day, but it was right before lunch and he always got hangry halfway through the class and never remembered to bring anything to snack on so that his mood wasn’t ruined by the time he left. but, there he was—again—too hungry to focus and beelining for the cafeteria. he wasn’t paying attention to his surrounding, he would admit that much. so, when he nearly slipped as something rolled under his shoe and then felt the crunch of whatever it was flattening underneath his sneaker, he visibly winced. he looked down to see a few colors sprinkled under his foot, then back up to see a pained look on the boy’s face in front of him. “i– oh, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t paying attention to where i was going,” he said, kneeling down to pick up some of the whole pieces and bringing them over to where the boy stood. “i’m really sorry,” he said again, frowning.

“It’s okay-- I can work with what’s left don’t worry about it.” Chubby fingers close the sketch book and place his pencils his yellow stripped pencil bag. Judging by the time, it was best he eat now before his next class anyway, “They weren’t too expensive, so really don’t worry about it. Accidents happen.”

“My shoes cost less than a pack of gum and are definitely not worth more than coloured pencils, so don’t worry about it.” Soohan said with a wave of his hand. He was pretty sure he remembered the boy from one of his classes and if he was right he’d never actually heard him speak before this. Didn’t matter much now though as he was intent on replacing his pencil. “It’s only stealing if we get caught, which we won’t. So come on.”

“If that’s true then where’d you get your shoes because I know my Aunt doesn’t want to keep sending me expensive shoes from her shoe store.” For once there’s a small hint of joking in his tone, though still slightly scared of the stranger, he seemed kind and something just told Hansol not to worry. “Stealing is stealing though.. but okay, I can’t really afford to replace it right now anyway.”

“No. She might shout at you but she’s pretty patient in reality.” It was only after another moment that Minho realised it was very unlikely the other was going to take the paper for himself so simply placed it on top of their book. He didn’t really think much of how the boy seemed slightly shaken. A surprising number of people who came to the academy had never met a vampire before and he’s gotten used to the strange stares.

In general, Minho was against mind reading. It was something he could do but it was invasive and altogether kind of rude – unless he was using it on Zero to stop whatever his next ‘prank’ was going to be.  That didn’t mean he never used the power though, just far weaker than it was intended and it was that weak use that helped him get one little bit of information. “Ah. You’re new. I was wondering why I’d never seen you around before.”

 As his head came back to him, his brows furrowed. The previous events now processed but his brain was having a bit of a lapse. He had recognized him before,  but the boy couldn’t remember where they had met or who he was. So, he continued to speak, “Ah..” He says softly, adjusting the paper so that it aligned with the edges of his book.-- Which is when he realized. It was his literature teacher, “Thank you, again... Mr. Park.”  The veela ducked his head in shame. He was awful in literature. He wanted to try his best and that’s usually what he did, but he was so bad at it that it probably looked like he didn’t even try. It made him embarrassed.

“I’m new yes, but I’ve seen you. You’re my teacher. I just sit... all the way in the back, which isn’t good because I can’t really see anything and it’s hard to hear because everyone’s really loud but I try my best.” He wets his lips gently, setting the book and essay down on the table he planned to sit at before turning to the other. “Thank you again.”

“I swear that on days like these I would rather be in bed. Who wants to have to haul ass to class only to have some lecture and some homework assigned? I get it, having a degree is important. Guess what is even more important than that though? Not getting sick over sleep deprivation, since all these professors enjoy making my classes at the ass crack of dawn. Thanks for nothing, honestly.”

Hansol shifted a little bit in his seat, taking all the things he needed out for the class ahead of them and organizing it nicely on the space he had in front of him before pulling out his sketchbook. The veela was very much a low-key person, he didn’t speak unless spoken too and didn’t butt into other people’s conversations. But today he was in a decent enough mood to turn to the boy beside him. After all they would be seatmates all semester, so why not try to make friends? “Well You could always try and take a nap during your free time. Why not go to sleep earlier?”

Soohan’s eyes widened as the other spoke, shaking his head quickly as he moved them both out of the way of the bustle of students. “What? Oh, no that doesn’t matter. That doesn’t matter at all, I was more worried I broke it.” He hummed slightly as he looked at the broken pencil in his hand. He swore he could recognise what brand it was and that might mean he’d be able to fix what his shoe had broke. “You know, they have some of these in one of the art classrooms. We might be able to find this colour, to replace this one from its grisly murder.”

“Shoes are way more expensive then color pencils, it’s okay really. I don’t mind.” The last thing he wanted to do was make someone upset or angry with him, and if he wasn’t mistaken he had some overlapping art  classes with him.  Though when the other suggest switching out the broken pencil with the ones in the art class he blinks, slightly confused, “Wouldn’t that be stealing though.”

Now whilst Minho didn’t care much for his own papers, it wouldn’t be the first time a few of his students would be getting screwed over with grades and most likely wouldn’t be the last, he cared a little bit more about innocent passers-by having their things blown away. So it was with a heavy sigh that at the sound of a yelp he decided closing the window was a good idea. It wasn’t often that Minho found vampire super speed that useful, normally too lazy to try with it, but it came in handy when saving what looked like a very important essay from being sucked into the abyss.

It was only once the window was tight shut again that he finally looked at the other and then there was only one thought going through his head. Veela. Stunning veela. “You should be more careful with this.” He drawled, waving the essay in front of the other with a lazy smile. “We don’t want the librarian biting your head off.”

Everything happened really fast. That’s what Hansol was thinking anyway. He’s pretty sure all he did was blink and the seemingly life ending conundrum was solved faster than half a millisecond, but at the same time, that too seemed quite unreal. Growing up, the blond had always known he was different. That there was something inside of him that made him.. not normal. And once he was taken in by his aunt and she had told him about pixies and vampires and veelas and demons... He began to understand what that was that made him different. But he had never seen any of it in action. In short, he was in awe.

His fingers tightened around his book, eyes blinking faster as he tried to process all the things he just saw causing him to respond way later than one would normally do, “Th-thank you.” The boy is too scared to reach out for it, but he does try, the tips of his fingers trembling as he does so, “Right, she wouldn’t do that, would she?”

minhwan didn’t really know where exactly he was going now that his class had ended, but he was thinking it would probably just be back to the dorms since he had nowhere else to go right now, and staying out alone never seemed like a good idea to him.. maybe he could sleep a little bit, or something. that is until he hears, or rather, feels something under his foot breaking and worry is already beginning to bubble up in his chest. what if it was someones glasses? that makes him bite down on his lip a little too much as he finally glances down and sees.. pencils? that’s what they were, right? even then, he’d never thought that they could snap so easily, but he felt bad as he looked up and locked eyes with another who was looking straight at him– with a sketch book out and everything. well, minhwan definitely still felt bad as he mouthed out apologies to the other as he picked up the broken pieces and set them down far too gently on the table. it took him a moment then to take his phone out to, typing out quickly, ‘sorry, i didn’t see them, i didn’t mean to break them. i’d buy you new ones too but i don’t have any money, i’m sorry!’ before turning the screen to him.

To say the least, as the tall male walked over to him he felt his heart race, his palms are sweaty and his chest is tight; the man looked beyond intimidating, more like down right terrifying, but he didn't’ want to offend him, so he stood as carefully and cautiously as possible. Hansol is too focused on not trying to seem confrontational with him that he doesn’t see how gently he sets down his pencils, nor does he see the other whip out his phone. He thought the other was just going to walk away, but when he flips the phone screen to him he reads it quickly, blinking for a bit before picking up the pencils. “No it’s okay! Don’t worry about it.”

god, that class was so boring. chaerin has slept throughout the class, that’s one thing for sure. not like she cares much about it though. shoving both hands in her jacket’s pockets, the veela is on her way to the cafe in the academy. she’s starving, and a cup of coffee with some donuts sound really great at the moment, so she’s gonna get those. still a bit sleepy, chaerin runs slim fingers through blonde locks as she walks, only to abruptly stop when she hears a sound, like something is breaking. she lifts her right foot and steps aside to spot two broken pencils, most probably crushed by her boot heels. well, that’s unfortunate. when chaerin looks up, she finds another person looking in her way, assuming that he’s probably coming for these pencils. this day is about to get worse. “these are yours, right?” she looks down, as if to point to the pencils with her eyes, before looking at him again. “you’re getting your pencils in my way. maybe you should be more careful next time. hold your pencils tight, don’t let them run.” 

“Pencils can’t run.” He says gently, though he’s taken off by her tone. He was definitely upset about the situation, after all that’s the one thing his aunt had made him for school. But it wasn’t like he was going to ask her to fix them or even to pay him for new ones.  Hansol wasn’t being smart either, he saw himself as stating the obvious, “You just weren’t looking where you were going.” The veela bends to his knees, trying to see the damage that had been done before scooping it up in his hands. “The wind blew them, but it’s okay, I think I cans till use them.”

on her free time, eunice either can be found in her dorm or practically everywhere around the campus. as she is the time who likes to stroll around, admiring her surroundings and judging these other creatures as she waits for her next class. as per usual, she really wasn’t minding anything that is on her way until she heard bumped into someone, her facial expression quickly changed as she faces probably the most cutest face in this place. “uwu! you have the most softest looking cheeks. can i eat them?” she blurted out. she was always this awkward in first meetings. “but aw, what’s with the face?”

You can see the boy jump at her sudden exclamation, his chest tight from the outburst and his general fear of people. His face scrunches slightly, but he makes little to know eye contact as confusion etches it’s ways onto his face as he isn’t quite sure on how to respond to her statement., instead he decides to point below her shoe, clutching his sketchbook to his chest, “my colored pencils..”

Soohan was mostly used to how busy the academy got at random times, he’d lived in places far busier. So when the hallways were suddenly packed and all strewing out into one place he just grits his teeth and tried to bare it. Really he can’t tell if it was his fault or not when he felt something snap under his foot. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going exactly but with the number of people, he wasn’t sure if it would have mattered or not. “Oh, shit.” It was only once he had the now very broken pencil in his hand he noticed the boy looking at him. Grimacing slightly at the fact that this was definitely his fault now. “This yours?”

Hansol wasn’t the type to confront others much, if at all. He hated being intimidating but he hated trying to be intimidating even more, to the point where he really couldn’t do it. When he sees the other walk his way, he ducks his head refusing to make eye contact with him as he nods gently, “Y-Yeah that’s mine... Sorry the wind blew them. Did-- Did any get on your shoe? i can clean them for you if you want.. I’m sorry.”

Minho was always vaguely aware that he made for quite a funny sight in the library but he didn’t too much care after being at the academy for so long. With his office situated right next to it, mostly because of his constant need for resources, he’d simply commandeered a corner and made it his own. Which was quite obvious from his usual collection of mess and trinkets littering the area. Most notable was the scarily cliché coffin there that Minho had placed himself in roughly two hours ago. His legs swung over the side as he sits in the middle with piles of paper on either side of him. It seemed the world didn’t want to leave him to peaceful marking though as a window opened with a large gust of wind trying to take his papers with it. Most of them luckily caught in his hands as he watched the rest disappear outside with a disinterested grunt. “Well, those people are getting F’s. Poor souls.”

His fingers wrapped tightly around the book in his hands,  Architecture: Form, Space, and Order, one of the best architecture books for the past forty years. Not to much of his surprise it was a hard book to get your hands on, so when he had finally came in and saw it on the shelf, he smiled to himself with excitement. He snuggled into his seat and opened the book to the first  page. If he had seen the guy to his right opening the window, he wouldn’t have pulled out the paper  copy of one of the most valuable architecture essays that the library had. The minute the paper flew towards the window was the minute he let out a light yelp, terrified of getting in trouble by the librarian. 

beep beep pt 2!!

It’s Vivi back again with her second babe, hansol, please love him. ty.