#yfxwoosun

“DID YOU HAVE A BRAIN TUMOR FOR BREAKFAST?” 

the shrill cry of shin jihoo reverberates in the main quad, scaring off a flock of crows as they take flight in the distance. it’s not a particularly chilly september day (twenty-five degrees were the suspected high) but jihoo still sits on the wooden bench with a burberry scarf and trench coat over his school blazer to complete his “fall” look. over-sized sunglasses shield his eyes, but they can’t shield bae woosun from the daggers his furrowed brows are throwing at the younger boy. 

 “아니..” shin jihoo takes another sip of the iced americano that had been brought to him before first period, lips pursing in a grimace as he bitterly shakes his head at the taste. “can you count? are you defective?” he looks up at the boy and outstretches one gangly arm to thrust the coffee in his line of vision. “i specifically said six honeys, it’s the same thing every week, woosun-ah.” he shakes his head as he leans back against the bench again, crossing one spidery leg over the other. 

i mean, really. how hard was it to get him his morning coffee-- or pick up his dry cleaning or write out and organize his class notes? bae woosun should be grateful that jihoo was in a particularly giving mood this morning (he should be happy he hadn’t spilled the drink all over his last season’s new balances). he leans against his hand dramatically, fingers over his temples with a sigh.

“how do you expect to make it into cheong ryong?”

(really, shin jihoo was the least qualified person to tell anyone anything, and yet he’d spent his entire life bossing around a gaggle of staff and everyone around him. sucks for you, bae woosun).

⇢ @yfxwoosun , august ‘16

As a member of the student council he had helped organize this entire week, and with some insight into what was actually going on, he had also actively gone out of his way to not participate. He was already terrible at basketball, but the entire school didn’t know that yet, so he didn’t want to blow his cover by looking like a stumbling idiot during this final week of hell that is Sunhwa and all that it entails. Unfortunately it wasn’t possible to avoid everything, because for some reason someone thought it would be fun to make the dodge ball games obligatory. Not that people weren’t opting out left and right either way, but Yongha preferred to not make too much of a fuss. If he just remained very anonymous out there, he might... Screw it, he’d stand out like a sore thumb. 

As expected Yongha was a sitting duck, what with being give or take three heads taller than anyone else on the court, and not to be overly dramatic, but he felt like a lamb brought to slaughter. Who thought this was fun!? He lasted the first portion of the game by sheer luck, as a lot of people had a beef with each other and pulled no stops in trying to take the other out. So for now he was fairly safe, hovering the outskirts of the field and running the opposite way when the ball seemed to have even the slightest chance of ending up where he stood. He had just learned to properly work with a basketball during practice, he didn’t need this nonsense. 

⇢  @yfxwoosun

Oh, the woes of doing laundry when you forget to do it for so long and had to grab whatever time available. Even more so when none of the washing machines seemed to be free? Yongha looked fairly close, contemplated whether he should just postpone it to another day, but then decided against it and shuffled towards the only one that seemed to have been done for a while now. That, and the fellow first year that seemed to sleep so soundly that it would be a sin to wake him up. Before doing anything else he fished up his phone, scrolled through his log and landed on... Bae Woosun. Yeah, that sounded about right. Cute as a button for sure, but he didn’t really have that much on the guy. He had seen enough to consider him nice, though -- but that’s about it. It was a reflex, really, the way he brought the camera up and took a photo of the sleeping student. Only when staring at the picture did he realize that ‘hey, that’s pretty creepy, Yang is totally right’, but even then he saved it in Woosun’s name, closed the display and pocketed the phone again. 

He really didn’t have the heart to wake him up though, but he really needed to wash his clothes. After the standard ‘wave in front of face’ test to check just how asleep the other was, Yongha decided that it was safe to take his clothes out. The machine was done, after all. After putting his own clothes in and starting the machine he stared at the pile of wet clothes, really squinting to decide whether or not it was worth it. Doing laundry was nice, but it got boring after a while, so he might as well out Woosun’s clothes in the dryer when he was at it. The boy probably deserved to wake up to clean, dry clothes after what had, hopefully, been a refreshing nap. But once that was over with little could hold his attention, and he probably shouldn’t just stand there blatantly staring at his classmate, so he jumped up on the washing machine (or more like slid onto with those legs of his) and took his phone out again. Nothing but time to kill now, right?