you know those moments in life when you’re in complete disbelief at just how unlucky you are? well, that’s exactly how yifan feels as he finds himself seated across the one person he absolutely cannot stand, having to tutor him the one subject he is still struggling with himself. as if it isn’t already bad enough having to see him around the apollo house, now he still has to see him on a weekly basis and in a situation neither of them can avoid? is mercury in retrograde or something?

he sighs, flipping open the vitakinesis textbook on the table, flipping to the first chapter, since he figures starting from the beginning would be best for both of them — one, because beck was apparently failing the class and two, because yifan is the most confident in the early chapters, aka the basics. he’ll worry about everything else later, if beck doesn’t request for another tutor first and quite honestly, yifan hopes he does. it saves them both from having to deal with each other and he doesn’t have to worry about beck catching on to him not being isn’t the best at controlling his vitakinesis abilities — he couldn’t risk exposing even an iota of weakness and imperfection, especially around his half-brother. 

“look,” yifans begins, trying, though not hard enough, to hide the scowl on his face, “I know neither of us want to be here but we clearly do not have a choice so let’s just get down to it already and hopefully finish the class earlier so we can go on with our lives. agree?”

♡ : 「 @eubeck​​​ 」 |  it is entirely possible to make bad decisions even when not under the influence of alcohol and other substances. proof of this can be found in what sooah is about to do. she finds it ironic; how adamant she was that their previous relationship was to remain strictly physical, but now she finds herself seeking him out now that she’s nursing a broken heart and wounded pride. 

     she hates that it’s come to this, that she somehow fell victim of that god(s) awful phenomenon known as love and how after one bad experience she’s exhibiting the same behavior of those scorned by love who made her wary of love in the first place. she should be doing something productive with her life; instead, she finds herself falling back into old habits (and old people) that she had originally thought she had given up. truly, she’s proving herself to be a creature of habit.

      having plucked up her courage from the deepest pits of her soul and throwing her shame out of the window, she called beck asking if he wanted to come over to her room (perks of being a ra is having a room to herself). there were doubts if he’d even accept, considering she had heard that he had recently gotten out of his relationship as well, but he was here in front of her. so perhaps she could take that as a sign that he was indeed willing to resume their prior agreement-situation-relationship. whatever you wanted to call it. 

“i feel like it’s redundant if i say this, but since it has been a while, i think it’s important to remind ourselves that this is strictly physical. so again, no feelings allowed. sounds good?” her face is blank, giving off the appearance that she’s completely at ease, but her rapidly beating heart is a constant reminder that she’s apprehensive over the situation; fearful that she would be rejected right then and there. 

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