i ain’t afraid of no ghost ---------- @acethan !
IF THERE IS ONE THING THAT IS IRREVOCABLY TRUE ABOUT SONG HYUNSIK, it is that he is not fit to be a tutor. despite his high grades and understanding of the material, the boy cannot teach to save his life. despite this, he somehow finds himself roped into an afternoon in the taechon library, reciting lines from a textbook like a mantra to a younger student who pays just about as much attention in school as he does.
they’re getting nowhere, this much is sure.
and as the sun inches toward the horizon and the afternoon sky bleeds into something akin to van gogh’s starry night, hyunsik begins to lose consciousness. his pupil, it seems, is not much better. their work forgotten, the two of them slip easily into the realm that is sleep and dreams and definitely not homework that is due at a sooner date rather than later.
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hyunsik awakes to the sound of a chair scraping loudly against the floor. jerking back into a sitting position, he notes the both the stiffness of his neck from sleeping at such an awkward angle and the darkness of the library. lights out. swiping a finger across his phone screen, the room is quickly illuminated with LED light. the clock reads 1:34 am. “we really fell asleep for a long time---” the older begins, before realizing the boy beside him... is still out like a light.
for a moment he wonders who it is that provided the noise that woke him, but decides those thoughts are better left untouched. he’d rather not find out. “ya, wake up. we’re here way too late.” hyunsik pushes at ethan’s arm, before standing and stretching. his joints pop with the movement.
