#t.keeper

at some point, yuyang forgets why he’s doing this.

this being sprinting across a campus he can just barely say he knows outside of fall when the leaves lining baekyangro are especially worthwhile. there’s a clear file containing a neatly stapled report on some scientific gibberish he gave up on trying to comprehend two minutes into his first and last feeble attempt at reading through it clutched in his hand. he’s not really sure what struck him about the report so poignantly that he felt compelled to return it to its owner. maybe it was the FINAL REPORT typed ominously in bold. or the name? jeno? don’t hear that one too often. he was sort of curious to see what kind of person jeno was. or, wait, ah, yeah—he remembers now. 

it was the glaring due date on the report that very clearly reflected today’s date, and yuyang isn’t heartless enough to let a student take a hit like this when he could do something about it.

he just, well, before committing himself to the cause, hadn’t really thought too far into it. for starters, yuyang definitely did not expect to be spending a majority of his morning and a chunk of his afternoon on trying to find this one stranger in a campus too big for his liking. in jeno’s defense, it probably would have taken much less time had yuyang sucked it up early on and just asked someone for help instead of stubbornly refusing to interact with strangers for the first two hours he wandered around yonsei. 

but that’s the past. the present is what matters the most—and in the present, yuyang has finally found a location and a time. and speaking of time, it’s almost up. 

hence why our humble protagonist jettisons himself through a crowd of students, nearly stumbling and slipping at every corner as he tries to navigate the science hall. 

the end of his (this is embarrassing) three hour saga is very close to an end. 

ten minutes before the purported class is supposed to end, song yuyang skids to a stop in front of the classroom in question and flings—flings—the door open. it’s unintentional, and he can’t really bring himself to apologize about it when his body is insisting he lie down right then and there and take a nap, but yuyang lifts his head in feeble greeting when all eyes turn to him. 

“is—” he grimaces, one particularly sharp breath clawing its way out of his throat. with much futility, yuyang lifts the file up. “is lee jeno here?”