#cv:library

@chaerincv

What a fucking mistake.

All he wanted to do was catch up on some reading, reorganize his notes for class and study for his upcoming tests. That’s it. For once he was doing some honest work and this is how the world repays him, by sending the most obnoxious distraction ever.

Now, he really doesn’t care if you’re here to goof off. He didn’t blame someone if they did, but really, did it have to be here, where he was working? He had everything all nice and organized on the table, until someone decided to sit themselves down at his table. He thought he’d be nice and just let her be, she looked a bit tired and if she wanted to just rest her head on the table for a bit, that was fine. Until next thing he knew his pile of note cards were knocked over and slid across the table and onto the floor and into his piles of other notes. Then, as he finally got that organized, this piles of notes were disrupted by also being knocked over into another.

The source of all these troubles? No gust of wind, sadly. It was the person he allowed to sit down at his table. What he thought was just going to be a peaceful nap was her throwing her arms everywhere as she slept, messing up his organization in the process. This library was more than big enough for the both of them, yet she decided to invade in his space.

Once he got everything situated again he took a stack of papers, rolled it up and whacked the other on the head.

jiho finds it somewhat fair but at least, she’s definitely okay with her not doing too well in academics. she might be interested in a lot of things, but her memory is mostly that of a close-to-death goldfish, which certainly doesn’t help her succeed in classes. she’s also highly repelled by studying because it requires her to actually sit down on her ass and focus on one (usually super boring) thing at once for at least an hour thanks to her lacking brain capacity and that’s no fun at all. also practically impossible for such a proactive person like jiho.

but she finds it pretty damn unfair that someone who’s not only an order down but also two years younger, has double the knowledge she has. it’s not really a new thing – jiho and yeri took classes together for a few months when she enrolled and before jiho advanced to order two, and yeri’s always been really smart. she always admired her for it and after becoming friends, would often go to her for help or bribe her in favor of letting jiho copy her homework.

however, when jiho took a step upwards the ladder of knowledge, she wholeheartedly believed that now would be her chance to bypass yeri’s knowledge and show her that she’s capable too. and her plans couldn’t fail in a more miserable way; yeri didn’t only catch up to her knowledge despite still being in order one, but has surpassed, too.

so now, even though jiho is supposed to be smarter and yeri isn’t supposed to know anything about jiho’s classes (she doesn’t even take any of her classes, for god’s sake!), the familiar often finds herself tutored by the young witch because besides sojin, she’s the only one who actually succeeds in shoving some material into that leaking brain of hers.

@seulgicv

The campus had been bathed in the dark blue hue left behind after a brilliant sunset, the sky still sporting soft mixtures of pink and purple. It soothed Jeongguk as he tiredly made his way out of the front entrance of the library. He slowly rubbed at his right eye as the front door shut slowly behind him. His job as a page was relaxing but it often left him rather sleepy. The enforced quiet mingled with the shuffling of papers and clicking of keyboard keys lulled him to sleep most evenings. Jeongguk forced himself to take laps through the nearly empty stacks in an effort to stay awake. Most of the time it worked but this evening it had just his rather short shift there agonizing as he counted down minutes and tried not to think about the bed waiting for him in his room.

@cvjongin

The library was one of Sehun’s least favorite places to be on campus. The fluorescent lighting, rustic scent of books and terribly uncomfortable wooden chairs that left him with stiff muscles every time he tried to nap in one; they didn’t quite excite him or bring him comfort the same way they did for Jongin. Given the choice, he would never have to set foot inside but here he was, butt numb and back aching from hours sitting at one of the study tables. There were very few things that would coax him into willingly spending his free time surrounded by ancient texts and history books instead of half empty booze bottles and burnt out cigarette filters – Jongin was one of those things. Breathing out a heavy sigh, dramatic and far louder than it needed to be, Sehun lifted his head up from where he’d been resting it on his arms and gazed around the table. He eyed the various open books and piles of notebook paper scattered across the tabletop with mild disdain before turning his gaze to Jongin, watching him for a quiet moment as he scribbled away on another piece of paper.

He couldn’t help but watch him with unsubtle fondness, lips quirked in amusement. It was incredibly endearing how focused he got when he was doing his research, how deeply he threw himself into his work and cared about everything Sehun couldn’t be bothered to hold an interest in. The history of the academy, supernatural occurrences and the links between them – it was all just useless information in Sehun’s mind, but it was important to Jongin so he couldn’t bring himself to say no when the other male had requested his company in the library. He’d had every intention of helping when he had initially arrived, fingers flipping through the pages for the better part of ten minutes before he had grown increasingly bored of the words on the page and had given up entirely, leaving Jongin to search for important information on his own. “You know, when you told me earlier that this wouldn’t take long, I figured no more than an hour and we’d be out of here.” He commented lazily, chair scooting closer to Jongin’s as he peered over his shoulder to see what he was researching now. Meteor showers, celestial something or others and Sehun’s interest fizzled, attention turning back to Jongin.

@cvwheein

when jihoon enrolled himself at baridegi, he honestly couldn’t say that he expected much.  it was a chance to restart his life, to run away from all of his troubles.  he wasn’t here to make new friends (was hardly even here to learn how to control his magic, to be honest), and it definitely showed in the way he behaved.  instead of throwing himself into social situations, he hid in his room for hours upon end.  when it came to partying, he focused on getting blasted beyond recognition, not mingling with other guests.  so, in short, he wasn’t here to form any relationships... which would explain his confusion when he found out that some of his extended family actually attended with him.

as far as his family went, he had to be at least a little relieved that it had been wheein and jiho that he ran into at the academy.  they all had a pretty normal relationship as far as cousins went. they weren’t extremely close, but they were friendly enough.  he didn’t go out of his way to talk to them, ask how they’ve been, but he didn’t ignore them during holidays and family gatherings. maybe they got on his nerves every now and then, but he’d rather spend the rest of his life around them than five minutes with his own parents.

@cvluda

That’s what you get for rushing

It was probably far too late by now but she still wanted to take a chance and desperately hoped it wasn’t. This library was far too huge and the school way too populated for her to have made such a mistake. Not paying attention to the time, she was almost late for class and though she was sure she had gathered all her notes, by the time she got back to her dorm and started sifting through them for her project notes, they weren’t there.

Without thinking, she had hastily shoved them into the volume she had been using and carelessly left it on the table she occupied. Hours had already passed since then and of course when she went to the library the table she had previously used was already taken, the book nowhere in sight. She moved as fast as she could between the shelves of books, trying to find that particular one she needed.

If they were just notes for class she could care less, those were easy to replace, but she had just started on a new project. Sure, she was still in the conceptual stages so it’s not like anything looked coherent on paper, but she needed something to work off of. If anyone else were to get their hands on her notes, it would probably just look like a bunch of random scribbles to them, and she had no doubts that someone who end up trashing them.

To her horror, the book wasn’t on the shelf in its original spot either, which meant that a student had to have it. This could mean she try and track down the student who would have it, or she could dive into the trash and see if anyone happened to throw out her notes. Hoping for the best, she did another round of the library, checking on every table while trying to be as discreet as possible. 

There, on an empty table lay the book she was looking for. She picked it up, grinning as she flipped through it to find the papers she had stuffed in it and not noticing that someone was behind her as she turned around. A small yelp of surprise escaped her as she dropped the book, dropping it and sending her notes scattering out from between the pages and across the floor.

@cvjongin

digital numbers blear hyungwon’s eyesight when he checks the time, somewhere between a quarter to four in the morning and the next day. it didn’t sink in past the lingering fog of ease of the couple drinks that he’d had before he’d texted the older male with the demand for him to come get high in the library with him. to which, he would not accept an answer of ‘no’. that’s why he sat in the far back rows, legs spread and curled, heels of his sneakers pressed together and the phone faced upwards to leave the space in an ominous glow; shadows cast across the ceiling and inside of the shelves. the rips in his jeans leaving his knees exposed and the hood of his jacket still pulled over his head, leaving him in half-glow. 

there was a handful of thick books discarded, ones that hyungwon had selected as they made their way down the rows. he hadn’t explained to jongin what they were for, instead made him lug them and then place them on the floor where he decided was the perfect place to get high. it was only when he’d sat that he began to flip through them, tossing them aside when he got to the end and finding his stash of drugs in the fifth one--a rather large and boring looking book--that he’d commented he couldn’t remember where he hid them last time he was high. there was a breathless chuckle, his fingers blindly finishing rolling the blunt before he glances over at jongin.  

@seulgicv​.

For someone who’s been here before, so many things about the school and his presence in it feel new to Jiyong -- not least of which are the new lines on his face, the bags under his eyes, likely premature and stress-induced. The furrow between his brows is pronounced as he stares down at the pages of the book in front of him, eyes skimming between the lines but not entirely comprehending what he’s reading at this point.

It feels like he’s been here for hours on end. At first, he’d enjoyed the quiet ambiance of the library, had been grateful for it; the longer he sits here, though, the more restless he feels. It’s strange -- he’d never felt particularly edgy in his first two years here, never quite so desperate to do well. He supposes many things have changed since then. He feels too far behind everyone his age now, embarrassed at his myriad of lesser abilities and guilty for leaving in the first place although his logical brain knows it was unavoidable.

The first few days back, he felt he could focus as often as he needed -- but the harder he tries now, the less he seems to be able to, already mentally exhausted. It’s probably not the best way to learn, he knows, or even to get back to where he’d been before he’d left (decent enough, for the amount of time he’d spent here), and someday he’ll have to figure out a different way to work through the issues his own powers are giving him. That day is not today, or so he thinks.

But when he gives up -- for ten seconds at the most, he promises himself -- and looks away from the book to stretch, arms rising above his head as he tilts back in his chair, he ends up pausing and leaving them hanging in midair as he finally notices her. He’s not sure how long she’s been there, if he’d been too pretend-immersed in his studies or thoughts or she’d suddenly managed to appear at just the right place at the right moment, but he clears his throat as he finally drops his arms.