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if there's one thing junjae doesn’t care about, it would be his studies. well – technically, there are so many things junjae doesn’t care about, maybe it would be easier to list what he actually gives a shit about. for starters, he cares about whether his hair is nicely coiffed up in the morning before he leaves the house, and whether he has enough cash to cover yet another spontaneous trip back to seoul.

what he does not care about, is the growing pile of ‘F’s he’s gotten on his past ten assignments for prof im’s legal environment of business class. i mean, just hearing the name of the class itself already threatens to trigger a yawn from junjae. (who the hell cares about the legal environment of business?) 

so when prof im calls junjae into his office with a stern expression, pointing forcefully at the red ink circled multiple times around the large ‘F’ on junjae’s latest paper, all junjae cares about as he stares lackadaisically at the clock on prof im’s wall is when the old man’s lecture would finally end. 

“... out of her kindness and goodwill, hayoung has agreed to tutor you.” prof im looks up from his laptop, and his smile quickly turns into a frown once again. “HAN JUNJAE! are you even listening?” junjae snaps out of his daze, gaze back on prof im. “huh? sorry prof, what did you say?”

all prof im can do is let out another sigh of exasperation. “friday. 10.30am. meet choi hayoung in the library.” junjae furrows his eyebrows. “who the hell is choi hayoung?”

... friday, 10.45am.

junjae is fifteen minutes late for his tutoring session - but he considers it a win. after all, it’s a wonder that he managed to remember (and get the motivation to attend) this appointment in the first place. to be honest, he couldn’t give a flying fuck about improving his grades for this class – but prof im had threatened to raise the issue of junjae’s incredibly paltry gpa to the dean, and junjae couldn’t afford that. he’d already met the dean once this semester, and that was one time too many. 

so here he is, in mugunghwa university’s library, the one place in the campus he can count on one hand the number of times he’s been in the past three years he’s been at mugunghwa. he sees a girl sitting at a desk at a corner, eyebrows knitted into a frown as she types away on her laptop. as he walks closer, a faint inkling of familiarity washes over him - he must’ve seen her once or twice in prof im’s class, he presumes. well, in the few times he’d attended prof im’s classes, anyway.