Yoon stared out the giant windows, the sun slowly starting to peek over the horizon, sipping on the tea that had gone cold hours ago. Phoenix was still practicing, or more like occupying the practice room. Yoon had slipped out, to let his members have a few minutes of sleep before one of the managers came in and woke them up. His eyes were heavy, his body sore but the sun slowly rising energized him, not a lot but enough to keep him awake at least for a few more hours. Glancing at the time, quarter to six in the morning. The idol's stomach growled, before sighing. He downed the rest of his tea, before tossing the paper cup in the recycling. He supposes he should go and make a breakfast run, coffee and pastries for everyone. Yoon sighed again, slowly stretching, letting out a yawn before rubbing his eyes. He double checked that he had his phone and wallet before heading out the main doors. He made his way slowly down the street, towards the glowing sign for 7/11. Yoon yawns again, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket. Soft hums soon escape him, lost in thought. He reaches for the door handle only for it to come flying open. Yoon attempted to step aside only to be hit in the shin by the door. “Aish! Careful!” He cries out, bending down to rub his leg. 

『 x 』 Wanda hadn’t know what to expect when she was offered this job. Yes, she was more than qualified for the academic part of it. On the other hand, she’d never really interacted with kids before. Granted, they weren’t really children, but it felt like it had been centuries since she’d been a teenager. Wanda didn’t particularly see herself as the mentoring type, but she supposed that if administration contacted her then they had other ideas. The classroom was bare, save for the essentials. She set her books down- various dictionaries and grammar references, things she’d never really had to use. The witch had never studied, not in the traditional sense. The languages she was set to teach she’d picked up naturally, in the streets, conversing with locals, occasionally running away from said locals. Hate was understandable, no matter what language you spoke. She sighed, looking around the room once more. Her class wasn’t due for a few hours, and she’d showed up early to prepare, but she couldn’t help but feel lost. This was new, very new, and she could only hope she wouldn’t be a complete failure at this.