#sgnyooa

» @sgnyooa

it was that time of the year again — finals were just around the corner and students were scrambling for a place at the library and burning midnight oil to study all through the night. everyone was feeling the stress and pressure, filing into their professors’ and teaching assistants’ office to get as much last minute tutoring as possible. junhyung too, decided to hop onto the bandwagon, not because he was feeling the stress from not being able to do well — he knows he wouldn’t do well, it was general science for god’s sake, of course he would flunk it — but because he wanted a reason to bother his ta. he had completely no interest in general science and wouldn’t have taken it up if not for the fact that it was a compulsory module he had to take on that semester. lucky for him, classes weren’t as boring as he had expected them to be, no thanks to her, of course. 

he notices her turning on her heel whenever she sees him in the area and bolting out of class before he can go up to her. it doesn’t take a genius to know that she was avoiding him and for a good reason at that. after all, he did lie about his age to get in her pants but to be fair, he didn’t know she was going to be his ta. she might be able to avoid him around campus but she can’t turn him away if he needs help with his work, right? just in case she was brutal enough to (and he wouldn’t strike out that possibility because it does seem like she might hate his guts and to make matters worse, some stupid gossip blog wrote about them, which might just deter her from agreeing to tutor him in private), he brought along a helpline which he hopes would increase his chances in her letting him stay. he’s not sure how big of a bubble tea fan she was but she does seem like the kind of girl who would enjoy it so here he was, making his way to her office with his general science notes in one hand and bubble tea in the other.

junhyung knows his way around the ta office pretty well. he might have gotten into enough trouble to land himself there rather frequently, that and he often makes himself at home in baekso’s office, having to pass yooa’s office on his way there. this time, he was not just passing by and actually had a good reason to stop by, a reason he knew she wouldn’t be able to turn down. junhyung lightly knocks on the door, plastering on his usual frivolous grin that permeates whenever he was looking at her, especially when she was glaring or scowling at him. the door opens almost immediately and he steps forward before she could even say a word. “I need help for the general science test coming up—” he blurts without hesitation, “and I brought you bubble tea,” he grins, lifting the bag up to his face, “so, if not for me, maybe you can do it for this.” 

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so were they friends now? it’s hard for him to say, and the context this time around is rather complicated. for one, he doesn’t consider many people to be true ‘friends’ of his. and second, could a debtor be friends with his creditor? by this, he means he still owes her for their first ever encounter, when she singlehandedly saved his ass after his rather shortsighted, galactic mishap — but he hates the feeling of owing anyone anything. however, she did show him good faith by not reporting his trespasses to any higher ups, and he considers that a rather ‘friendly’ thing to do. 

regardless, he’s actually quite glad that he ran into her on the hiking trails here on retreat. back on campus, they unsurprisingly don’t have many reasons to cross paths often, but he admits he strangely had a notably good time pestering her during their shared long night of painful trials. and for kwon taeho, that’s about as close to ‘amicable’ feelings as you’re going to get. in fact, he’s mid-sentence quipping at her again, when all of a sudden he hears a skid and thud behind him. he knows he’s spewing dumb and provocative content, but it couldn’t have been that shocking. wait a second... stopping abruptly, he quickly turns on his heels to look behind him. “oh shit,” he mutters in hushed tone. his eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in genuine concern, and he starts to make his way to her. “are you okay?”

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   Though spring had technically arrived, chill air brought bumps to Sunwoo’s skin while he sat alone in the night. Comfortable as it was, his long-sleeved henley didn’t offer much protection and the stone, cold steps beneath his butt weren’t helping. If he’d known he was going to get the pants scared off him he would’ve grabbed a coat or a blanket or something on his hasty flee from the common room. Well, not his actual pants, thank goodness. Then he’d be even colder.

Thumb worried at the pen callouses on his forefinger while he scanned his phone screen again. The same few numbers scrolled across the screen. His parents? Too far away for them to come pick him up. Besides, what would he say? “Hey, yeah, I miss you guys! By the way some kids told a spooky story and I need you to get me from college, love you!” Sure, what an excellent way to show he was growing up. Below their numbers were a few more of friends from back home that had the same result. No luck.

Except, there was a new one.

The idea hardly deserved considering… except. Well, he’d always trusted his teachers. And, teacher adjacent people as the situation required, he guessed. Before the pounding of his heart could get any faster, he began typing.

[Teacher 2.0]►► Hi! This is Jang Sunwoo. [Teacher 2.0]►► I know you said your number was for emergencies and well, I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack if I spend one more minute in that spiraling hell of a thousand tormented students dorm hall. [Teacher 2.0]►► Qualifies as an emergency, right?

His thumb hesitated on the button for a few moments. Eventually deciding he was, in fact, never setting even one of his slipper clad feet back in the warm, absolutely haunted building.

[ft. @sgnyooa]

Lia had a good start of school so far. She was able to make some friends and enjoy a few of her classes. She did however had a hard time with one subject. Of all the things she would be worrying about, it was her general subject Science. She isn’t fond memorizing stuff about it. And it must be the reason why when she takes care of her plants, they ended up dying quickly. So to make up for her worse start of the subject, she has been staying in the library all afternoon. Books after books about plants and their parts have been in every page. She’s been studying the same thing for hours. She spent all the time reading the same thing and she wanted to cry already for having a hard time. If it was about fashion, English literature or math, she would be able to do it.

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originally, kayla had cared less about her grades in math because it had nothing to do with her major. how was math supposed to help her in acting? she didn’t have the answer to that, and no one seemed to be able to give her a reasonable answer. as a response, she purposefully flunked all her tests and let her friends do her homework(in exchange for some favors). whenever the grades for the semester were released, it would turn out to be all A’s and one D. one thing led to another, and soon her mother knew(kayla assumed her younger brother had snitched on her, again ). it had obviously made her very angry, and kayla didn’t want to carry the label of being the ‘dumbest in the family.’  

her friends had recommended to get some tutoring from a teacher’s assistant she had never heard of. her name was yoo shiah. they claimed that she knew everything related to math, so naturally, kayla took their advice and went to her office. 

“fuck this stupid required course..” the girl mumbled under her breath.  Her eyes scanned the long hall of doors, looking for yooa’s office. as soon as kayla spotted yooa’s office, she didn’t even bother to knock, she just turned the door knob and stepped inside. 

“Hello?”

“I’ve already answered a few similar questions so I’m gonna answer this with a twist — here’s who I’d choose if I was a straight female: 

I’d fuck jongin. he’s crazy and crazy is good in the bedroom. 

as for kiss... taeho? I’m pretty sure arguing is not all that mouth is good for. p.s. danbi seemed to have really enjoyed that kiss with him so...

and last but not least, I’d marry baekso. he’s trustworthy, reliable and we have the same interests. also, successful and driven men are sexy, right? I gotta take some notes.”

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the first ray of sunlight poured into the musty hotel room, enveloping his body, covered with nothing but a thin comforter loosely hugging his waist, with an agonising warmth that awakened him from his slumber. he stirs in his sleep, rolling over to face away from the glaring sun, the slight movement setting off the effects of the dreaded hangover from last night’s events. scrunching his face as the headache — painful but nothing he is not used to — hits him like a hammer pummelling his skull.

he clutches onto the scratchy fabric of the comforter, pulling it over his head to block out the stinging sunlight so he could sleep the hangover away. much to his dismay, the sunlight burns through the thin and poorly-made comforter, almost as if it was prodding him to get out of bed — which for the record, was not the least bit comfortable; it squeaked with every movement and it would’ve bothered him if he wasn’t already busy chasing his high last night. this room was somewhere he would not have chosen to spend the night in, if not for it being the closest hotel to the club he was at last night or the sultry older girl he had in his arms, which was exactly how he ended up in this second-rate hotel room on the morning of the first day of school— wait a minute... the first day of what?! junhyung’s eyes shoot open as the realisation hits him, his gaze darting from the timestamp on his phone screen — 8:23 am, to his clothing strewn across the floor and finally landing onto the empty space in bed beside him. he jumped out of bed, skilfully sliding on his clothes that still reeked of alcohol but he was already going to be late for his first class, a general science class he had to attend to make up for his lack of credits from the previous semester, and he could not afford a wardrobe change without getting himself into even more trouble. it took him a good fifteen minutes to hail a cab in this morning rush and as soon as he got one to stop for him, he hopped into it and sent it on its way to seongnam university. so much for having one last night of fun before the new semester starts — now he’ll be starting the semester with an excruciating hangover and grimy clothes from the night before. great.  upon reaching the campus, he races up the flight of stairs in the department of natural sciences, stumbling down the empty hallway before stopping at the classroom his first class was held at. he pushed the back door as softly as he could, slipping in through the slight creak of the door and turning to find his gaze locked with a strangely familiar pair of doe eyes he recalls staring into the night before, belonging to the petite figure standing at the front of the classroom. behind her reads, “teacher’s assistant yoo shiah” on the slides and that’s when another crippling realisation hits him for the second time that morning— uh-oh.