#dhwyejun

backdated to sometime in 2015 @dhwyejun 

he groans as he sits down at the lunch table, setting his tray down slightly to the side and just pressing his forehead against the surface, his eyes closed. his talk with their school counselor had been just as useless as the one before, and he’s nowhere closer to figuring out what he might want to do with his life after graduation. it’s coming up soon, and he doesn’t even want to know if he wants to take the entrance exams that are coming up soon. 

glancing over at his tablemate and friend, jaehyun nudges the other while letting out a pitiful sound, trying to be as dramatic as possible to get yejun to take pity on him. the other student is doodling or something, as usual, and he reaches under the table to shock him through his pant leg, just a bit of ice sparking at the tip of his fingers. 

“i still don’t know what to do,” he says in lieu of explaining what was going on, though yejun knew he had an appointment with the school counselor before lunch so he probably knew what to expect of this conversation. “i don’t think i want to get a degree in education ... i don’t want to teach kids, i just want to play and have fun with them. 

a starter for @dhwyejun 

     god, she wants to take a nap. 

     those are her thoughts as she stares down at the video she’s supposed to be watching for some random class that she had taken as a filler class. it’s boring as fuck and she wishes to be anywhere but here right now. from her desk, eunbyeol glances longingly over at her bed before deciding fuck it and climbing under her covers. she’s been in pajamas all day, and while it’s been shit for her focus it’s been great for the impromptu naps that she’s been taking. damn, she loves when professors cancel class. they should do it more often. 

     snuggling deeper into her blankets, she lets her eyes fall closed after making sure that her phone was next to her. there’s a slight flicker of annoyance at the thought of why she has to have her phone with her but she doesn’t think he’ll call her today, considering that it’s finals season and she had told him that she would be studying. 

     but, speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. 

     the all too familiar ringtone set to his contact sounds right as she’s about to nod off and she lets out a groan of frustration. the number of naps he’s ruined—! there’s a short moment where she considers not picking up, but as per their stupid contract—she’s not allowed to unless it’s very important. she stares for another long moment at his contact on her screen, wondering if she could will him to hang up before she sighs and answers the call.