#jonginxbw

Actually, yeah. I hate chemistry in general.

At least I qualify as an organism. You’re a waste of breath. Why do you teach?

I don’t think you can be any lamer as a teacher.

[ omg no bb they're just made to look like a legit south korean number ;u; ]

Soccer had always served as a sort of... well, stress relief for him. Perhaps that sounded stupid whenever he said it aloud, and honestly he'd been told before that it was, but in Joonmyun's life he'd needed something, anything, to help relieve the tension that was constantly building up within the confines of his skull. Furthermore, he needed something to do more for him than to simply alleviate the incessant anxiety that never failed to eat away at his nerves -- he needed to feel grounded.

As he was out there on the field, that's exactly what he felt. Grounded. Good at something other than science or math, which people rarely seemed to care about, for the record. Happy; he was actually happy.

Or at least he was, because in his life his own happiness was oftentimes short-lived. Suho spent the majority of his time helping others, but rarely did they ever do the same for him. In fact, it was more so the opposite than anything else. Bullworth Academy had a spectacular curriculum, but the people there... they were another story entirely.

"You're still new here, so I'll let you off the hook this time, but one more stunt like this and you wi--" Yawn. This photography teacher was too easy.

"I got it the first time you said it, don't touch anything, sit down, and shut up. Now please, start practicing what you preach." Hayi blinked, batting her eyelashes up at her teacher with a slow nod. The instructor merely scoffed and pointed her back to her seat. A quiet chuckle danced off of her lip, and she spun around on the balls of her feet, starting to walk back to her seat.

It's not like she did anything that was that terrible. The developing chemicals in the darkroom were just waiting for someone to mess with them. If you didn't want you students touching them, why would you just leave them out? The whole situation was really out of her control, anyway. Who knew "Stop Bath" was what stopped the photos from processing? Oh well, it was only a couple of student's projects that she had ruined.

With an exasperated sigh, Hayi found her seat and turned around to face her teacher, giving him a dramatic bow before flopping down. "Continue," she commanded, keeping a smirk on her face and waving her hand through the air. She sat slouched at the table, nesting her chin in one of her hands. After seconds that felt more like minutes, she sat back in her seat and finally looked around at her classmates. Not that she would know anyone, apart from the girls that she knew in her dorm, but whatever.

A boy next to her seemed intrigued, though, flashing her a small smile. She returned his glance with a smug smile and a wave, before once again being interrupted by the adult in the front of the room. "Miss Hayi, how are your notes coming?" Her shoulders dropped and she rolled her eyes, glaring at the photography-buff in front of her.

"They're comin' along just dandy, prof. Please, don't stop for lil ol' me." She picked up her pen and opened up to the first page of the fresh notebook. On the first blank line, she tuned into her teacher, taking down her first note:

[text] can you see images if i send one?

[`txt] if it's not too large i guess --

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