( â° ANIMALS )
@yfjisu
â° whatâs wild to you?
wild, he supposesâis waking up at three in the afternoon; it is showing up to classes ten minutes late on exam day; itâs showing up with a half bottle of soju coursing in his blood and a craving for something else lingering at the edges of his mind. but jung jaewon is only brave enough to stand outside the door, tapping idle fingers against his thighs before he turns away and glances down the empty hall.
only after a full five minutes does he begin to walk, making a steady path toward the solitude of the libraryâa common enough place to find people napping between the more obscure aisles. and this is where he goes, nursing the beginnings of a headache and a near-empty water bottle between slender fingers.
non-fiction is where he goes, closest the auto-biographies of past presidents and movie starsâ
though he doesnât expect company.
what he finds, however, is some semblance of it; presented in the form of a girl dozing between the shelves with an open book on sprawled across her thighs. her eyes flutter; her fingers twitch and jaewon takes his time in approachingâin finding himself a place near the opposite side, just before he clears his throat.
â is this spot taken? â Â âą
( *Â she wasnât made for studying.Â
it was possibly a prime reason as to why jisu didnât get an invite into baek ho, despite the wealth behind her stepfatherâs corporation, she just wasnât good at it. of course, it doesnât mean that jisu was stupid, just average -- and not particularly motivated to excel in academics.
her mother, in fact, was advocate for excelling with oneâs body--but perhaps not in the way that jisu chose, more so through a body against anotherâs than anything else. but sheâs always been nuts anyway.
evidently, it was kyungbaeâs wealth that scored her a spot in sunhwa, and though she might have been rich, money could only go so far. meaning that jisu probably should be attempting more in salvaging her gpa average.
but, point in case, when sheâs already dozing on the floors of the library, she wasnât made for studying.
thereâs no saying when she dozed off, jisu couldnât even be sure if it herself, only vaguely awake to jolt and look âbusyâ whenever she hears steps before dozing off again. of course, she never expected someone to talk to her.Â
and here she jolts, fingers twitching as she hastily lifts a hand to wipe at her mouth, lashes fluttering while dazed eyes lift to meet the gaze of anotherâs, cheeks flushing slightly at being caught sleeping ( it wasnât like she was the only one in the world who does it -- but who the hell knowingly wakes someone like that? ). )Â
â uh--well i canât really say anything now, now that youâre here, huh. âÂ
( * amusement, as one would have it, peeks through the bit of sarcasm coloring her words, all whilst jisu--maybe a bit frantically--tries to gather her composure once again. )
â sure? â
