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hELLLLOOOOOOO So my lazy ass is in Cyprus but I've got some good muse lately plz come plot with my children. Like this and I'll slide into your ims 😚😚

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ksjaesuk:

there she goes again, acting like a know-it-all. you worked really hard on all of these. her voice echoes in his head. that’s the sad thing about art. people only assign value to art only if it fits their tastes. the certain nobodies who tore up all his work clearly didn’t see the value in any of them. it wouldn’t matter if jaesuk or c see the value in them; this still would have happened. when c says that she’s his friend, he retaliates, “pft. what about all the times you called me a douchebag and a mean giraffe?” he’s frustrated, but it’s comforting to know that she’s with him. “it’s not hard to believe. i already know she doesn’t deserve shit from me.” even though jaesuk had cut his mother from his life a long time ago, she still knows how to get to him. it hurts, knowing that she can expose his weaknesses so easily.   

he almost freezes when she moves the bottle from his hands. he could’ve clearly pulled his hand back so she doesn’t snatch the bottle away, but he lets her do so. jaesuk loses his balance, which causes him to stumble forward. he uses the misfit’s shoulders to steady himself. he can somehow make out what she’s saying. he gives her a sad smile as she says the words fucking amazing. god, he wants to believe her but there’s a part of him that’s filled with doubt. “i don’t know who i am anymore.” he adds, “maybe i don’t need this anymore. maybe i should’ve never chosen art.” if he listened to his mother and gave up art, he wouldn’t be in this state in the first place. at the time, he foolishly believed he couldn’t live without art; he believed art was a part of him. tears start streaming down his cheeks. he slurs his words. “just let me drink in peace, hobbit.”      

she sighed. “i only called you that once or twice and that was because you were  being a douchebag.” she muttered “you call me hobbit, it’s not fair if only you get to give an annoying nickname.” she smiled softly. “we fight a lot but that doesn’t mean i don’t care about you, okay?” the misfit listens to his words, pain obvious in them. she had decided then that maybe it was better not to answer his words he didn’t need to get more upset. the misfit simply nodded.

there was a heavy feeling on her chest as the sad artist spoke. she had always wondered what a more sensitive side of jaesuk would look like and if she would ever get to see it but this wasn’t really what she had in mind when she did so. she hated seeing him like that and didn’t think twice before she hugged him. “you’re jaesuk, leader of the artists and one of the best artists of this shit hole.” she let go of him, giving him a comforting smile. “what would you have been doing if you weren’t doing art?” she asked but spoke again before he could answer. “probably something that you don’t love as much as this, you’d probably be even more unhappy, my mother wanted me to do business but i hate that and i’d be miserable if i was doing it now. don’t regret choosing what you love.” she sighed quietly when tears began to form on his eyes again. slowly, she reached with her thumbs to wipe them away. “ you’ve drunk enough, last thing we need is you in the er for blood poisoning.” her eyes scanned the room before she looked at him again. “how about we get out of here? you’re not going to feel any better by staying here, and we need to treat that hungover that is going to try to kill you tomorrow.” 

empty bottles & torn canvases

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ksxhyuksoo:

hyuksoo had to look away when c had started her spiel, putting his coffee back on the table. she essentially hit the nail on the head when she voiced her observations about him, and he was too tired to actually snap at her. “i’m fine, c. daewonnie and i take turns driving; sometimes we take my car, sometimes his motorcycle. i won’t fall asleep while driving.” but one mention of tristan and the brainiac had frozen, reminded of the situation at hand with the hipster. he was still in the hospital after all and the whole situation he had been in had scared him to the point of paranoia.

“i am looking after myself. i just…i need to check on tris. make sure he’s okay. his father and brother are coming in tomorrow.” although the thought of resting for a whole day and catching up on sleep did sound tempting, tristan being left alone with no one but the nurses and doctors for company just didn’t sit well with him. “look i appreciate the concern and i appreciate this whole brunch you did, but i need to be there for him. i still sleep and i go to classes, don’t worry about it.” he couldn’t find it in himself to rest up when tristan was still in the hospital after all. “i can’t relax, c,” he admitted softly. “i can’t relax knowing tris is in the hospital because of his bitch of a mother and that she’s probably doing her best to get out of this shit clean.”

“that’s not my point, you need to rest. you barely sleep 3 full hours with so much driving. “ she tried to reason. “if you’re too tired please don’t drive, you have your parents house in seoul and you have my apartment. both you and dae need to actually close your eyes for more than 3 hours or something really bad could happen.” the misfit bit her lip softly. “i know i’m being annoying but i’m worried okay? i don’t want you to end up in hospital as well.”

“you’re not looking after yourself.” the canadian girl  sighed. “then take tomorrow to rest up, he won’t be alone then. i’m sure that even if he was alone for a day he wouldn’t mind knowing that you are taking care of yourself. you need to put yourself first sometimes too.” maybe she was going a bit too far, but the misfit was worried that the brainiac wouldn’t listen to her as per usual. and now more than ever, she wished he’d just listen. “i know, but exhausted you won’t make good decisions.” a sigh left her lips, she decided to try to make a deal with him instead of forcing him to stay home for a while day. “okay.. how about you sleep a bit more today and maybe later on you go visit him, i’ll drive... and then tomorrow you take a proper resting day since he won’t be on his own?” 

recharging;; c & hyuksoo

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Edit: I’m such a good mother I forgot to do Dara :)))))))))))) Okay so your favourite hoe is probably not as nervous as she should be, she got caught high but easily bailed herself out (is that even possible? If it isn’t then Kris bailed her out 👀) anyway she still wants to get high so she probably is bothering c for pot brownies which my poor bab happily gives away. I’m pretty sure Dara is gonna get arrested again at some stage (；一_一) ╮(─▽─)╭

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A wild Irina makes an appearance

I know I haven’t been active but things haven’t been great and I just don’t have that much muse (also I’ve been working on a new bab for a while and I might finally bring him if I stop being a cry baby) but I’ll try to come back next week (probably after the 16th). Anyway I’m always on Skype and lurking around here so if you wanna plot I’m here (´・ω・)っ

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What happens when you know multiple languages

Mom: Honey can you get me some water?

Me: Oui, Une minutes juste

Mom: what?

Me: I mean... I'll get the aqua for you

Mom:

Me:

Me: Non giudicarmi for speaking several languages itsgettingreallyhardtoseparatethem

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✌ / Ahn Sohee style.

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ksjaesuk:

the alcohol is numbing his emotions. at this point, tears can’t even come out from his eyes. even though he is rather intoxicated, he can still make out what the short girl is trying to say. “pft. maybe i do deserve it. you don’t fucking know me.” he pauses for a moment. “who are you to say what i deserve or not?” he’s starting to blame himself for the current state of the art room. actually, he blames himself for everything, especially for the way his life turned out. “i tried and tried to live as a decent person, but life always fucks me over.” there is definitely sorrow in his voice. “did you know my own mom doesn’t even love me?” a pained laugh leaves his lips. “isn’t that pathetic? if that got out, i’m going to be the laughing stock of the entire school full of fucking rejects.”

he downs some more vodka from the bottle. the alcohol stings a little, but it’s not even close to how much he’s hurting on the inside. “look at me drinking my problems away like i’m some kind of idiot.” he doesn’t seem to care that there’s a chance he can become unconscious due to alcohol poisoning. however, he can’t get through any of this sober. his demons are slowly creeping out from their hiding spaces. throughout his teenage years, he remembers constantly being depressed due to his family situation. during that time, he didn’t mind if he were to die young. now, his head is being flooded with the same thoughts. maybe he just isn’t meant to live. he has been using his confidence as a mask to hide some deeper issues he has been struggling with.       

he’s staring at the floor, his vision blurring. he stumbles over to a canvas on an easel. even though the painting itself has not been toppled over, there is a large slash across the canvas. it was the most recent piece he had been working on. in his current state, he can’t make out the picture. it’s just a mix of colors. he mutters under his breath. “i can’t believe i even call myself an artist.” he can feel a lump in his throat, but he immediately swallows it. “fuck this shit.”he carelessly knocks over the easel. the painting as well as the easel tumble onto the floor, creating a rather loud thud.     

grabbing a chair , the misfit took a seat in front of the artist. “i know you enough to know that you don’t deserve this.” she looked around one more time. “you worked really hard on all of these, don’t say that you deserved to have all your hard work torn to pieces by nobodies.” seeing him in this state was new to the misfit. he usually was snappy and didn’t take anything serious, to see him with red and puffy eyes and so vulnerable was a new experience for the misfit. rage and anger towards the coward who did this started to burn inside her but she knew she had to keep calm, specially in his state. “i’m... your friend.” the misfit observed him silently as he spoke. he never spoke about himself, this was all too new to the misfit. “it’s not pathetic and no one is going to laugh at you. i’ll beat them up myself if they try.” she spoke with determination. “its her loss. i know how you feel but you can’t blame yourself for that. if she doesn’t love you, then she’s not deserving of your tears, agony or love. i know it’s hard to believe it, trust me, but it’s the truth.” she didn’t know how to make him feel better, she was in the same position but probably just like him, couldn’t understand why  she wasn’t loved.  however now it wasn’t the time or place for the misfit to tell him her story, though if he decided to tell her his, she’d listen.

“you’re not an idiot.” she muttered. as much as she wanted to answer him, saying that he shouldn’t drink that much, she couldn’t. after all she did deal with her problems in the same manner various times before. she observed him silently, a worried expression settling in as she realized how quickly he was drinking the bottle. still, remained silent for a moment. talking wouldn’t help.

what finally got her to speak again were his words before he knocked over the easel. “hey. no.” getting up, she removed the bottle from his grip and placed it on the floor. “now listen to me.” she cupped his face with her small hands, forcing him to look at her. “don’t ever say that again, okay? you’re an artist, all the art work that was here, was fucking amazing. no one in this school is better than you at painting and drawing. no one. and you’re going to make more amazing pieces in the future and prove that this shit right here can’t stop you. ” the misfit let his face go. “so don’t you ever dare doubt that you’re an artist because you fucking are kwon jaesuk.”

empty bottles & torn canvases

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ksjian:

“You do realize that I don’t care if it takes you more time, right? Just stop being a smartass because you are only making me regret the fact that I gave you that damn key.” Although she looked cute like a baby, he was not in the mood to deal with her or her needs but then again, he did hug her like she wanted.  As she asked her questions about the way he ended the hug, he ignored her because he didn’t care if she thought it was weird or not.  If anything, it just added to his growing annoyance and he could already feel a headache coming.  “Go back to your beloved couch and never speak of this again.” He instructed her once the hug was done and then she had to mention Ara which had him frowning.

The last thing he needed was to think of her and as the misfit informed him what happened, he began massaging his temples, trying to will the headache away.  Of course, Sunhee was not making things easier for him as she pointed out the frown and sitting back in his chair, he glanced at her with narrowed eyes.  “Like you said, it’s none of your business.If you are going to stay, then take a nap or something, I am in no mood to talk.” He didn’t mean to be so harsh but just the thought of Ara was making him feel defensive and the last thing he wanted to do was to talk about it especially with a student.

“okay, i’m sorry. please don’t take it away.” the misfit settled down instantaneously, she hadn’t meant to become obnoxious, maybe she had become way too comfortable, he was still her teacher after all. “so.. you’re letting me stay?” she grinned, speaking again before he could answer. “no take backsies!” she laughed and jumped onto the couch, lying down on it. “thanks for letting me stay, i really don’t want to have to speak my mind, it’s uncomfortable.”

his change in mood only made her more intrigued on the matter. “okay...” her eyebrow was raised but she didn’t push it, she knew she’d end up getting kicked out if she did and she was already comfortable on the couch as the sleep that she didn’t get last night (preparing meals for hyuksoo and yohan) was starting to catch up to her anyway. the misfit rubbed her eyes lazily, recently the small girl had stopped giving a damn and had began to wear her glasses (she had lost her contacts and had to order more but they only arrive next month) and even tho she looked like an actual toddler, her eyes weren’t dry 24/7. always a plus. “jiany..” she muttered, speaking one more time before drifting off to sleep. “you’re my favorite teacher, please don’t be sad.”

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ksjaesuk:

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after seeing his mother, jaesuk can’t get through the rest of the day sober. somehow, his mother found out that the artist attends keisung. the words she spewed were painful. it’s so sad to see that she still doesn’t accept his love for art after all these years. she’s still stuck in her stubborn ways even after losing her youngest son. after they talked, he swung by the nearest convenience store to get some drinks. he bought a couple bottles of hard liquor. it’s not like they communicated anyway; it was more like she was having a field day attacking him. in the end, he told her to stay out of his life and walked away. 

jaesuk walks into the art room, only to find it trashed. paint brushes are scattered on the floor. there are slash marks on some of the canvases. initially, he’s shocked. who would do such a thing? of course, he has known about the vandalism of the cafe on campus. when he went to grab some coffee that morning, the cafe was all boarded up. some of the students, most likely hipsters, were distraught with the situation. the, he lashes out in anger. his eyes well up as he violently throws one of the ripped canvases across the classroom. memories of his past life flood back to him. 

the senior slouches into one of the chairs and pours himself some vodka into a plastic cup. he immediately downs most of it and he winces as the liquor smoothly travels down his throat. then, he has another. the cycle goes on for nearly thirty minutes. although his alcohol tolerance is rather high, he is pretty drunk since he consumed a lot of alcohol within a short period of time. the bottle is more than halfway empty. tossing the plastic cup to the side, he drinks straight from the bottle. he wants to black out. 

when he’s about to roll himself a blunt, he hears footsteps. slurring his words, he calls out, “fuck, who’s there?” he doesn’t sound aggressive at all, just a little irritated. “oh, it’s you.” he can sort of make out who it is. it’s none other than the misfit, c. “are you here to tell me i’m a shitty person? that i deserve all this?” he gestures towards the mess in the art room. he takes another swig from the bottle.    

whispers and rumors about the art rooms being targeted of vandalism started taking over the school halls throughout the day, at the beginning the misfit didn’t pay too much attention to it, though a small part of her wondered if the art room belonging to the art club, which she would sneak into from time to time, was one of the targets. the whispers started getting louder as more information came in, descriptions of how of the room’s state and descriptions of some of the art pieces that were torn to pieces, quickly enough the misfit realized that it wasn’t the club’s room and she sighed in relief.

the relief didn’t last long as just moments later as she was chatting with some classmates she found out who the art room majorly belonged to: the leader of the artists. his art pieces and art supplies were the ones broken and torn to shreds. the misfit’s heart felt heavy after that. they weren’t on the best terms but there was a voice inside screaming at her to go see the room in person and check up on suk. and that was what she did.

“oh god...” usually people exaggerated about how badly something was destroyed but unfortunately this time they didn’t. her eyes scanned the destroyed room carefully, looking for an object that wasn’t destroyed. she didn’t even realise the artist was in the room until he slurred out his words. “you don’t deserve this.” the short girl replied with confidence. “and you’re not a shitty person, and whoever did this will regret it.” she took small steps towards him, her eyes finding their was to his vodka bottle that  was already half empty. “i’m sorry, suk.”

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ksxhyuksoo:

If there was anything to describe Hyuksoo, it was that his loyalty never wavered to the people he cared about. Growing up without a sibling, the brainiac had always been alone with the exception of his dog companions and his parents. When he found himself friends that he could consider his siblings, he developed a sense of protectiveness over them.

So with the situation that Tristan was currently in—hospitalised after the whole mother situation—Hyuksoo was close to collapsing himself. There were times when the exhaustion was a bit too much for him to bare that he and Daewon crashed at his parents’ place in Seoul instead of going back to Keisung. He wasn’t blind to his roommate trying to take care of him, feeling a little guilty that they haven’t talked in so long because he was so preoccupied. He felt even worse when he had to ask her to come pick them up in Seoul because both he and Daewon were completely exhausted.

He was asleep on his bed, having a dreamless sleep—a normal occurrence during these days—when he was being shaken out of his slumber. He didn’t even give his usual grumpy response, choosing to sit up instead and nodded, yawning away the last vestiges of sleep in his system. “Thanks, C.” He takes a sip of his coffee, humming appreciatively, before looking at her again. “What brought this on?”

the fact that he didn’t even give the the grumpy answer that she grew a bit fond of, made her even more concerned. the misfit observed as the brainiac yawned and made his way to some coffee. a faint smile making its way to her lips when he hummed to the taste. she didn’t drink coffee herself so she could only guess how he liked his coffee. finally getting off his bed, she made her way to the table and sat across from him, she wasn’t very hungry though she hadn’t eaten anything.

“can’t i make breakfast for a friend?” she smiled before looking down, her expression changing into a worried one “i’m worried about you.” she looked at him. “you’re never here, and i know you’re either at the hospital or driving there but i get anxious because you’re exhausted and i start thinking that you’ll fall asleep while driving.” she bit her lip. “ you barely sleep, eat or even go to classes, you look like a panda and i just want you to look after yourself better. tris needs you there, yes, but he needs you healthy, not almost collapsing every time you close your eyes. please rest today, try to relax and not think about anything, just today will do, i just want you to not to be in the car for 24 hours and actually take care of yourself. i’ll leave you alone if you want, just please, relax today....”

recharging;; c & hyuksoo

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ksjian:

At the mention of the key, he narrowed his eyes and of course, she was right but in his defense, he had done that because she couldn’t sleep properly anywhere else.  “Maybe I should take it back, then or just change my locks, what do you think?” Truthfully, he didn’t understand why she was so happy about hugging him and if it was anyone else, he would have thought she had a crush on him.  Of course, when she jumped to hug him, he instinctively made an attempt to catch her and ended up hugging her because of that.  He counted to five and then he began trying to pry her off of him because five seconds seemed long enough for him.  “The hug is over and fine, I’ll call you Sun, then.” He was too tired to fight with her and he knew that he would end up trying to call her Sunhee again so Sun was better than calling her by her last name.  At the mention of Ara, he frowned for a second before putting on that neutral expression of his.  “What trouble did you get in to have to see Miss Jung?”

“noo~ don’t take it away.” she pouted, though she knew it would have 0 affect on the elder. “using the key takes 2 seconds and breaking in takes a solid minute and it’s too much effort when i’m tired.” the misfit complained. jumping on him worked like a charm, having experience from hugging hyuksoo when he least expected it (or wanted it), she knew that jumping would get them to hug her as a reflex. she grinned as she felt the others arms around her, enjoying the hug.

that, of course didn’t last long when he announced that the hug was over. “what kind of person announces that a hug is over? and why are the non-huggers the ones with the best hugs?” she pouted, but soon enough it turned into a bright smile when the stubborn teacher decided to call her by sun. “finally, thank you!” she had the impulse to hug him again but froze before she did so, she knew he’d be annoyed and she didn’t want to annoy him and be kicked out so soon. her head tilted to the side in confusion when he frowned however, truthfully, it was probably the first time that he’d let his emotions show through and that worried and intrigued the misfit. “it was ages ago, when i answered a teacher and she got mad.” the misfit shrugged before observing the male. “why the momentary frown though? i know it’s not really my business but you usually have the ‘i’m plotting your murder in my head’ or ‘i literally would rather be anywhere else but here’ expressions.” the canadian girl blinked before smiling. “my dare is to say whatever is in my mind so”

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kshyejin:

“Did you stay up all night again? I told you that was bad for your health!’ Hyejin teased, a small smile still on her lips. Hyejin saw the librarian glare at Sunhee out of the corner of her eye, and Hyejin bit back a sigh. Hopefully they wouldn’t get kicked out again. Hyejin looked at the younger girl in front of her and smiled brighter, so much energy. Even though she said she was tired, C seemed the exact opposite. She seemed so full of life.

Hyejin laughed shrugging, “I didn’t jump out a window. The usual I guess. Mostly ignoring everyone around me like the loner I am.” she grinned, nudging C. “I hope you actually did work in that lab, rather than be on your phone or daydreaming.” with a wink, Hyejin held up her book. “It’s poetry. I’m in a poetry writing class and I just wanted to catch up on some of the classics.” Hyejin laughed, thinking of how boring she sounded. She needed to get out more.

“i didn’t stay up all night!” she protested. “i went to sleep at like 4:30, i was preparing lunch boxes.” the misfit attempted to reason with the other, knowing that her excuse was a bad one and she’d probably be given out to again. “i slept for a few hours so it’s all g.” she finished in english with a bright smile.

“you’re not a loner.” c chuckled. “and honestly, right now ignoring everyone is a good plan, specially given the shit show with the coffee shop, everyone is pointing fingers and it’s getting out of hand. please be careful, they’re coming for the artists and the fame-chasers now.” her tone changed to a serious one momentarily, proving that she was serious and concerned for the other’s safety around campus. 

c giggled at the wink before answering. “i did work -- it just wasn’t chemistry, i was finishing my maths assignments.” she grinned sheepishly. “i hate chanwoo, he gives way too much homework.” a sigh left her lips as she stretched her arms up, her tense muscles making her groan lowly. her eyes scanned the poetry book as the artist spoke. “why am i not surprised that you’re in a poetry class nor that you are reading poetry at 10am for the fun of it?” she giggled. “poetry sounds cool but it’s not my thing, i used to sleep during those classes in school, still don’t know how i managed to pass it.”

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kshyejin:

Hyejin was started when she felt arms loop around her into a hug. She almost screamed actually, but taking one look at the librarian told her to do otherwise. She sighed and couldn’t help but smile though. C had made things easier and more interesting in school, and Hyejin was thankful for her friendship. Previously Hyejin couldn’t see the purpose to anything. She hardly smiled or talked and she just didn’t care. But because of C, Hyejin was beginning to care. The thought scared her a little, but it was a nice change from feeling numb all the time.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” she asked in English, grinning from ear to ear, “How has your day been?” She quietly closed the book that she was reading and looked up at C. C was only one year younger than Hyejin, but they got along really well. Hyejin had to admit, she found C annoying when they first met. C reminded Hyejin of herself before the passing of her brother. Hyejin missed the days when she was positive and hyper like C. When C had first found her, Hyejin was friendless and happy-less. Now, she seemed to have more a skip in her step and she looked forward to each day.

“good, sleepy, but good. you?” she smiled still hugging her. “booooring~” she whined lowly, completely ignoring the librarians glares. the misfit pretty much got them every single time she was in the library. “i had a really long lab and i was ready to jump out the window.” she finally let the girl go. “how was yours?” the misfit took a sit next to her. 

before the two girls had become close, the elder never really smiled and was always alone, which kind of bothered the small girl in a certain way. she didn’t like see people alone and looking sad, so she had been the one to approach her, right here in the library, and start conversation. she was glad she had done that. the elder now smiled more and had that glow of someone that was happier, even if it was only a little bit. she knew what the other was going through, she had been the same not too long ago, and she knew the importance of energetic people around her. “what are you reading?”

Fluff and Stuf

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recharging;; c & hyuksoo

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c had always been a caring person, specially to close friends and family. her chest always felt heavy when someone she really cared about was in visible pain or slowly destroying themselves. she hated feeling powerless and not being able to be a big help, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try her best to make them feel better.

so when hyuksoo became visibly exhausted and just looked like he’d sleep every time he closed his eyes for longer than a second, c became very worried. this had been going on for a while now, since tristan had been hospitalized in seoul. the misfit barely saw him or spoke to him anymore. whenever he was in the dorm he was sleeping and when he wasn’t, he was was seoul with the hipster. c understood, she would have probably done the same thing if it were any of her closer friends or family. she’d try her best to make his life as easy as possible, she’d leave him lunch boxes in his mini-fridge everyday and (attempt to) clean the room and keep it clean and tidy as much as possible. she’d even asked soojung to teach her how to do laundry and even though she still needed someone to supervise her while doing it (and probably take over before she had a chance at breaking the expensive machine.), the misfit was slowly getting there and was proud of herself because she’d be able to do her laundry and his.

however, that wasn’t enough, hyuksoo was still exhausted and she needed him to recharge, and talk. she could only imagine what had pilled up in his mind and how much he needed to getit out. it wasn’t until she had to pick up hyuksoo and daewon from seoul because he was too exhausted to drive down that she decided that she should take some action.

“soo.” she spoke softly as she shook his body gently, trying to wake him up. it was late morning, nearly 12pm and the misfit had just finished making brunch for the two, taking her time to let him rest as much as possible before having to wake him up. “soo.” she called again. “wake up, i made brunch, your favorites.”

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ksjian:

As soon as Sunhee giggled and called him by that stupid nickname, the guidance counselor knew that he had made a mistake by telling her or making the deal with her.  Fuck, this was what he got for trusting the other and he didn’t have to wait for her to ask her request because he knew what was coming.  Well, no, he didn’t know what the request would be but he knew that it would be one that he wouldn’t like.  Furrowing his eyebrows, he stared at the younger once she asked her question and it was obvious that he didn’t expect her to want to hug him.  “You do realize that you shouldn’t go around asking staff to give you hugs, right? Some might get the wrong impression… fine, one hug but if you ask for another I am kicking you out, I don’t care if it’s against this stupid game.” He grumbled some more under his breath as he finished speaking and simply stood up because there was no way he was going to go to her.  “Don’t test my patience, Do Sunhee.” He was annoyed and tired and the only thing he wanted was this day to be over so if she wanted to see him angry, she just needed to push him just a little bit more.

“giving students keys doesn’t give the best impression either.” she giggled, excitement obvious in her features when he agreed to hug her since she thought he’d refuse to do so. running towards him, she jumped on him and let her arms wrap his neck, her feet not even close to reaching the ground. “don’t cal me sunhee.” she pouted, slightly annoyed because they had gone over this, more than once in fact. “but fine i won’t, not today, you already seem annoyed enough and ara said angry jian is scary, i don’t wanna feel it.”