#chisooxyf

Minki: You know I’m a real asset.

When she returns to her dorm room after way too many classes, all she wants to do is to watch some movies, and then - ironically - study for tomorrow’s classes. Her plans are wrecked, however, as soon as she tries turning on her laptop. I knew I shouldn’t buy this piece of shit laptop I- She wills herself  to calm down. For a brief moment, she considers going to their IT guy to ask for help, but Yunmi never asks for help. And it’s not like she doesn’t know what a screwdriver and Google look like - that’s all she pretty much needs. Or so she hopes.

Two hours and at least one electrocution later, the female is standing at Chisoo’s, the IT technician's, door, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Didn’t he say not to bother him with stupid shit like a broken laptop? She is almost turning to leave- But all of my notes are in here! I can’t lose them! She finally musters up the courage to knock on the door, opening it to peek in.

She finds him inside, and a smile paints over her face as she slides into the room, her laptop against her chest. “I know you said you don’t fix things that don’t belong to the school, but I hope you reconsider. I really doubt you’d want a student to kill themselves because you refused to fix their laptop”

@chisooxyf

turning up to school with a hangover was not out of the norm for jihae, her gucci sunglasses pressed to her face with a manicured nail, coffee from the gods in hand and her heels urgently clicking in the direction towards the office of her savior. #550. the it department. she would drop by, get her hands on something to rid herself of the churn in her stomach, and then head to her first class. the only thing she hadn’t planned for was him not being there. “he’s always here -- did he die?” jihae’s angry mutterings came out as she twisted his doorknob more than once and tried to force it open. in her mind, chisoo lived in that office; he would eat, sleep and die in that office. and he damned well should have been there when it felt like her head had been caved in and everything was throbbing with pain. 

her fingers rubbed at her temple as she stared at the door. she knew where he kept the cure for hangovers, all she had to do was get inside. 

according to jihae’s logic, breaking and entering was hardly breaking and entering if nothing was broken to achieve the goal. the lock was only slight damaged -- and her father could spot her a twenty to buy a new one. he would be unable to cover up the mass murder of a class of first years. 

her nose crinkled in annoyance when she saw the computer at his desk, shaking her head at the memory of chisoos voice telling her not to touch anything. “i’m not going to touch anything, i’m just getting the medicine,” she scolded the imaginary chisoo that was demanding she not click any more buttons or throw it out the window. statements that she had presented towards him more than once during her time in the school. her coffee placed aside as she began to shuffle through his desk.

each draw pull open, left in a messier state than when it had been seconds ago, and slammed shut with a cringe. “where the hell do you keep things if not in your draws?” jihae snapped when she came to last draw, leaning against the desk and glancing around the office. fingers once more massaging her temples, empty hand reaching forward for the coffee, sipping the strong blend as she pushed up on her heels enough to slip onto the surface of his desk. regret bubbled up in nausea again, jihae giving up on her search and caving in to waiting. it hurt too much to continue the search.