#profjjonghyunkim

— @profjjonghyunkim ;;

She sat idly in her dorm room — Eyes fixated upon her journal to a drawing she had made of him about a month or so ago. Ever since the very moment she saw him, she has been having the oddest dreams about him.

These dreams were pertaining to a life she had lived long ago — or so she had assumed at least. Remnants of memories stored up within her until she found the right time to piece them together and come to the conclusion that Jonghyun has and probably will be someone who will always be in her life.

She was okay with this, she adored the man and enjoyed his company more than words could possibly say. But — had he figured it out as she had? A soft sigh pushed itself passed the young witches lips as she fell back into the cushioning of her bed, her arms wrapped around the book that held so many of the girls secrets and pictures she had drawn out. She hadn’t seen the man in awhile, leaving her in a somewhat lonely state — But she had been busy with getting her life in order, especially with the news of her family ( more so specifically the news about her newfound uncle ). Oddly enough she was more than okay with the relative who wanted to take her in as his own and get to know her — no objection to that whatsoever. The only thing she hated was the idea of him pushing her towards an arranged marriage that she saw wasn’t fit for her.

She was a wildflower, she didn’t belong with someone she didn’t know nor care about. Miri couldn’t help but to heave yet another sigh, her body turning over on her side as she quietly grabbed her quill and ink and began to write in her journal a quick little message that could be sent to Jonghyun.

dearest jonghyun, Tomorrow evening please meet me near the lake. Sincerely, Miri.

Simple enough. With a smile and a small reassuring nod, she ventured near Ares who she gently caressed and pet — he already knew what to do and who to go to without he having to say a word. She leaned forward and placed a peck on the top of his head and he was off and so was she; back to her bed.

She glances towards him.

“They teach the mending charm to first years. If you don’t already know it, I’m not quite sure what to tell you. They’re not exactly particularly special - buy a new one?” Aya’s never needed to use remembralls - useless, she considers them, and rarely needed for her own students - so she’s surprised she’s being shown one at all, broken or otherwise.

Really though - it was a simple ball of glass. With a quick flick and a muttered ‘reparo’, the ball returned to its former glory.

“There.”

--- @profjjonghyunkim ;;

Come over, today has been rough. And there’s something I want to tell you. Well, rather, to ask you. Bring whipped cream with you if you have it and I will make you some cocoa.

Miri’s dark brown orbs scanned over the piece of parchment that had been sent to her earlier in the day as a reply back to her own she sent him. A rough day? She heard. At least bits and pieces of what she assumed would have brought on a rough day for him. Students gossiping in the hallways about a certain professors PET score. And of course she knew exactly who they were talking about --- It kind of made her mad in a way, people so openly discussing a topic in a rude manner. Fuck them. They had no room to talk.

It didn’t even seem like it took her that long to get to where she needed to be. She was there, at his home off campus where he usually stayed whenever the summer months kicked in and there was no school in session ( and now even more since his temporary suspension from his educational duties ). It was quaint and beautiful --- She had been there a couple of times, helping him decorate everything and just adored the setup. 

With a smile plastered across her face and whipped cream in hand she gently tapped her hand against his door, she never did write back to him to let him know she was on her way --- nor did she give him a call or even a text. She was just so excited she basically got up, got dressed and left. Nothing stopping her from leaving the castle and returning to the little getaway that was his home. 

( @profjjonghyunkim​ )

white lilies were one of momo's favourite flowers. she was like a lily, graceful. a beautiful white lily, representing innocence and chastity. momo was a shy and timid girl inside despite how extroverted she might've seen to others. yes, the girl was overall outgoing but she had her moments when she wanted to keep to herself. 

she kept her emotions at bay, usually. she didn't like to unveil her particular issues in regards to what was going on at home. her friends rarely knew what went on in her life behind closed doors. she never really allowed herself a chance to tell them what was up. and if she did, that mean she would ahve to crawl out of her comfort zone which as a no-go to her.

she's never been close to a teacher--or many of them at the very least. however, jonghyun was an exception. he was someone that she looked up to very highly, someone like a big brother since hers was an arrogant bastard. never was he the overlooked one, momo was the one that had always been overlooked.

T H E  L I T T L E  M E R M A I D  ▻ Jonghyun and Miri

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