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awfcspencer · 4 months

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A Step Behind || awfc x reader

awfc x teen!reader

prompt: School is not your cup of tea.

warnings: self-doubt, crying, fluff at the end though

a/n: isn’t it crazy i wrote this while procrastinating my homework, crazy huh. enjoy!

School was never your strong suit, instead of being locked inside a classroom for hours and hours to listen to your teachers ramble on and on, you would rather spend your time outside on the football pitch. It’s not a lack of effort, because you sure tried to excel on your homework and exams, you would stay up late to try to study and focus, but your brain would get jumbled up and you could not retain information to save your life. It just felt you were always behind a step from your peers and it felt like they were all smarter than you, so why try? Always trying to even begin to grasp a concept and the teacher has already moved on to the next lesson. You had completely stopped doing your assignments and on some days, even stopped showing up.

Unfortunately, signing an Arsenal contract at a young age, the club forced to you to complete your studies and graduate. This felt like an impossible accolade, you hated school and apparently, school hated you too. The classroom felt like a prison and you were a felon. Luckily, you were able to transfer to an online school, but your inability to focus mixed with insecurities of stupidness and failure, you still were not doing well in your classes. Even though you spent every waking second that you weren’t on the pitch trying to submit work.

Right after training today, you set up a work station in the lounge, hoping to have some peace and quiet as exam week was coming up and you had to pass to finish school, finally. Headphones on, computer and notes out, you were ready to start knocking out your growing to-do list for the day. Until you heard an irish accent that was all too familiar.

“Y/N!!!” Come out to the pitch, Caitlin and Kyra are going to teach us some Australian rugby” Katie pleaded with you as she came into the lounge. It sounded like she was not going to be taking ‘no’ as an answer. You had yet to make a single dent in your coursework, but how could you pass up the opportunity to escape school?

“Oh I am so in.” you tell her, throwing your headphones out and shutting your computer. Right before you could make it outside the door, you hear your name being called.

“Y/N” you turn to see it is Leah calling your name, using her finger for you to come to her.

“Leah lay off, let her come playyyyy” Katie whined like a two year old that was denied a snack before dinner.

“Yeah listen to Katie!” you said as you tried to convince her to let you have some fun, knowing whatever she was about to say to probably wasn’t about to be fun.

“Katie, run out. Y/N needs to complete her coursework” Leah sternly stated. Once the words left her mouth, the smile that was previously on your face left in an instant. Once again, school coming around to ruin not only your mood but also your day.

Leah pulled your arm back into the lounge where Beth and Viv were standing in. Upon seeing your teammates, you knew they weren’t here to just lounge around. Leah ushered you two sit back at your designated school spot. The girls all took a seat, great now an intervention.

“Y/N, your online professors contacted the club and mentioned how you are behind on every single one of your classes. Some said you haven’t even submitted some of the assignments.” Leah said out, a tone of anger and disappointment in her voice.

They just didn’t get it, not everyone is good at school. You tried, tried, and tried to be someone who was ‘smart’ and did their work on time and always received the best marks, but that wasn’t you. Lessons were far from easy and the work you submitted, that you would spend days groveling over, would receive low marks and your teachers would write comments that shot down your confidence. It seemed like you could never catch up and you hit a point where you were so far behind that it felt physically impossible and overwhelming to catch up. The thoughts forming in your head caused tears to begin to well into your eyes.

“Im trying. I am trying to hard. But I am just stupid I guess.” you choked out to the girls who were now staring wide eyes at you. You were never a crier, usually keeping your emotions at bay, and you were typically always smiling and laughing.

“Liefde, please don’t say that about yourself.” Viv immediately cooed out, meeting you at you chair and holding you in for a hug.

You didn’t want to be in her arms, they all knew you were dumb and they were all disappointed in you, just like your teachers. “No Viv, it’s true. Everything takes me longer to understand. I can’t manage to focus through a 60 minute lesson, I turn my homework in late because it takes me so long. Everyone in the class is so much smarter than me. They deserve to graduate, not me.” you cried out. Your emotions had taken over you, everything you had been feeling in the last few months was coming to the surface.

“Y/N baby, why didn’t you come to us? We could have helped you when you were struggling.” Beth emphasized.

“I didn’t want you guys to know, it’s embarrassing that I can’t even finish secondary school!” you choked out. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. You thought they would all look at you differently now, if you were bad at school, maybe they thought you would be bad on the pitch too.

“Y/N it is not embarrassing to ask for help! Never, ever, be embarrassed to ask for help. That is what we are here for as your teammates and as your family.” Leah explained to you. Her voice was now laced with understanding and compassion. A group hug was had after as you had settled down and you started to now try to begin working on your work, the girls close by when you had questions.

Throughout the next few days, there would always be a teammate in the lounge, ready to answer any questions you had and proofread anything you were ready to submit. Alessia and Lotte were particularly helpful as they had graduated from university and always had the proper answers. Beth would always bring you a coffee on particularly hard days when she noticed the work was getting slightly difficult for you. Leah was on the tougher side, wanting you to explain why the answer was the answer rather than just giving you the answer.

After a few short weeks where you were now starting to hit your strides in your coursework, you had completely finished. All of the Arsenal girls gathered around you as you clicked submit on your final essay.

Beth quickly blindfolded you as she basically picked you up and lead you to what you assumed was a different room. When she removed your blindfold, you are met with a massive party. Balloons and streamers spread across the room and a cake that said ‘You did it’. The girls had thrown you a party to celebrate. Tears begin to brim in your eyes. Completing school was not an easy task for you, but alongside your teammates, you finally did it. You were simply the luckiest girl in the world.

“Thank you guys! This really means a lot” you smiled and happily said.

“We knew you could do it!” Leah added, pulling you in for a long, warm hug.

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feelbokkie · 1 year

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괜찮아 잡아줄게 (It's okay, I'll catch you)

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

**Requested**

If it’s not too much to ask, can I request a Jisung one shot with prompts 8, 12, and 16? Maybe the reader is having a bad panic attack and her bf Jisung is the only one who can calm her down? Love your writing 💕

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, a smidge of fluff at the end as a treat

pov: 2nd person

description: You're having a panic attack and the only only one who can calm you down is your boyfriend Jisung. (title is a lyric from Grow Up) (not proof read)

pairing: bf!jisung x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, reader is having a panic attack (DNI if you might get triggered)

word count: 2,950

You were sitting at the dining room table in the dorm ,that you share with your boyfriend Jisung and three of his group mates, typing furiously on your laptop. You had several assignment deadlines all due within the next couple of days, including your 2 year long thesis. After 4 long years of university, you were finally graduating, if you managed ro get all your assignments in on time and your thesis submitted.

You’re not sure how or why you’re so behind on your studies. Sure, you weren’t the most organized person, but you you always did a little bit of work that way when you inevitably had to sit down and work on whatever assignment you procrastinated, you were ready to go. You pride yourself on “working well under pressure” despite it giving you major anxiety and a few minor panic attacks. Your thesis, despited being the culmination of your entire university experience, was no exception to that. You had done your research for your topic. Most of the first year you started working in it was spent collecting articles and data and saving it for later when you would actually start writing. You were supposed to start writing in January. But you kept pushing it off since the submission deadline wasn’t until April.

That’s how most of the semester went when you realized that none of your professors cared about when you got your assignments in. As long as you turned something in, and it looked like you put effort, you got an A. Unlike your assignments, your thesis had to be read and approved by academic readers before you could submit it and you had only emailed them twice the whole semester with 2 half asses drafts. You decided to pull several all nighters last week to get a complete 60 paged draft roughly two weeks before the deadline so you would have time for revisions. You managed to email it to them exactly a week ago today, now you were anxiously waiting for your feedback. The problem is, they were taking too long and the thesis is due Monday. Normally, they would email you back 1-2 days after you email them a draft, even with your longer papers. It scared you to think that they’re taking 7 whole days this time, leaving you roughly 5ish days to work on revisions, not counting the turn around time for them to send you more feedback. While waiting, you pulled even more all-nighters to catch up on your other assignments that got neglected of the past few weeks.

Jisung had been good with leaving you alone the past few weeks while you worked. All of your roommates were. Hyunjin mostly stayed in his room like normal, only coming out every few hours to eat and socialize before returning to his room. Changbin is gone most of the day, either working out or exploring the out world. The few time’s he’s been home he tried to stay quiet and out of your way. Chan also spends a lot of time either in his room or at the studio. He even offered to let you use his room to do your homework in while he’s at the studio so the others were less likely to bug you. Jisung, being a bit more needy than the other three men, stayed near you most of the time. Like reading manga at the table while you worked or watching something on his computer either at the table next to you on the floor. He also makes sure you eat and get some sort of snack. He often would have to come beg you to get some sleep, promising to wake you up at a certain time so you could get back to work. Right now, he’s at the convenience store getting lunch for the two of you.

Taking a break from writing, you check your email for the 15th time today. Seeing an email from your academic advisor at the top makes your heart drop. You waste no time opening the email, eyes quickly scanning the words. Making sure you were reading everything properly, you re-read the email.

“Hey, how are you doing with your homework?” Hyunjin pats your head as he walks by, finally leaving his room for the second time today.

“Everything is okay,” You mutter back, finally opening the comments that your readers left on your paper.

Hyunjin stares at you for a second. He knows that you definitely didn’t answer the question he asked. He debated if he should press you or continue on like nothing happened. He knew you were stressed, all of your roommates did. So he brushed it off as you being too engrossed in your assignments and continued on to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.

“Everything is okay,” You mumble to yourself.

Everything is not okay. Your advisors had completely torn your paper apart. You knew there were issues with it, it was only natural that you hadn’t written a perfect complete draft after multiple sleepless nights. You expected it. What you hadn’t expected was being told that your paper was so bad that there would be no way for you to fix it in time for the Monday submission deadline and you would instead have to work on it over the summer. It’s not good enough. You’re not good enough.

“Everything is okay,”

“Did you say something?” Hyunjin calls from the kitchen. He was debating if he should just give up on the idea of making something to eat and just order food.

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster at the notion that everything not being okay, like it would beat out of your chest at any second. You can feel your hands becoming cold and clammy. You slowly wipe your hands on you pant legs, trying to calm yourself down. If you don’t do something—anything to calm down, you’re going to have a panic attack. You need cold water. You quickly stand up, legs feeling like jelly, and make your way to the kitchen.

You walk straight past Hyunjin, who was now finishing ordering himself food, and grab a cup from the cabinet. He pays little attention to you as he focuses on the menu, debating if he should just order dinner as well. He doesn’t see your hands shaking as you take the cup to the sink and fill it with ice and cold water. He doesn’t even look up at you until the combination of your sweaty, shaking hands and the heaviness of the cup makes you drop it, shattering it across the floor.

“Everything is okay,” You can’t even get a cup of water.

Hyunjin rushes to get the broom while you drop to the floor and start picking up the shards of glass. Your heart is beating even faster now, you can feel it in your ribcage, and now you’re breathing quickly.

“Y/n, I got it, move,” Hyunjin playfully pushes you away with the broom except, you don’t budge. Instead your chest tightens and your breathing quickens even more.

“Y/n? Chan hyung!” Hyunjin drops the broom and come next to you as he watched you cut yourself on a piece of glass and still try to clean, finally understanding that everything is not okay.

Chan rushes out of his room at the sound of panic in Hyunjin’s voice. He stops when he sees you sitting on the floor, hyperventilating and holding glass in your bloodied hands while Hyunjin slowly rubs circles on your back. He kneels down on the other side of you and carefully pulls the glass shards you are holding out of your hands.

“What happened?” Chan doesn’t take his eyes off you.

“I don’t know! She dropped the cup and started having a panic attack.” Hyunjin says, standing up.

“Where’s Han?” Hyunjin hands Chan a towel for your hand. The cut isn’t bad enough for you need stitches, but it is still bleeding.

“He went out not too long ago.”

“Call him, now. Y/n, hey, let try to take a deep breathe…” Chan now focuses all of his attention of calming you down.

The boys know you’re prone to panic attack, especially when you're stressed. They also know that Jisung is the only one who is able to properly calm you down if you weren’t able to stop the attack from happening in the first place.

“…Don’t panic, but you need to come home right now…It’s Y/n, she having a panic attack…Chan hyung is with her right now but it seems really bad this time…Yeah, okay see you soon. Hyung, Han said to try that 333 thing.” Hyunjin slides his phone back in his pocket before picking up the broom again and trying to clean up the broken glass.

“Yeah, right, okay, um… Y/n, can you tell me three things you see?” Chan was now sitting right in front of you, hands on your wrists stroking a finger back and forth trying to calm you down a bit.

“Everything…is…okay,” You choke out, tears now falling down your face. Chan starts to worry more now. In all the times he’s seen you have a panic attack, he’s never see you reduced to tears. He quickly shares a look with Hyunjin who was now done cleaning the glass and getting a mop for the water.

“Yeah, you’re right everything is okay. Why don’t you just tell me three things you can hear instead?”

“Can’t breathe,” Your breathes become shorter as the pounding in your chest gets even stronger, practically blocking out all outside sounds.

“Let’s just take one deep breathe. Can you do that for me? I’ll do it with you, c’mon,” You try to follow Chan’s lead and take a deep but choke instead and start crying harder.

“Hyung…” Hyunjin softly calls out. He’s one of your best friends and he hates seeing you in distress like this.

“Yeah, I know. Just go wait by the door so you can let Han in when he gets here. Y/n, it’s okay. Let’s try that again but slowly this time.” Chan was no longer concerned that you were having a panic attack, but that you might actually make yourself pass out this time. He slight moves his body so that he could catch you if you went down.

A few minutes later, Jisung runs into the dorm out of breathe. Hyunjin points to the kitchen and takes the bag that was in his hands. Jisung quickly kicks off his shoes and rushes into the kitchen where you were now full on sobbing on the floor. He wastes no time sitting in front of you and cupping your face.

“Sungie?” Your tearful eyes meet his concerned ones.

“Hey princess, what’s going on?” His thumb swipes over your cheek, briefly breaking the flow of tears. Chan finally gets up from the floor and leaves the two of you in the kitchen alone. He sits with Hyunjin in the living room, making sure to keep an ear out in case he was needed again.

“Everything is okay,” You repeat. At this point, you weren’t sure if you had been telling everyone else that everything was fine or if you were trying to calm yourself down.

“Everything is okay, let’s try to focus on your breathing so that everything can be even more okay.”

“I—I can’t, it hurts. Like my chest is going to explode. I think it actually might this time.” Jisung’s left hand leaves your face and gently lands on your chest with slight pressure. The fact that he could feel how hard your heart was working worried him. He quietly decided that if he couldn’t calm you down in 20 minutes, he’d call for an ambulance.

“You’re safe here. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He reassures you. Your eyes start to wander around the kitchen, remembering everything you had to get done today.

“I broke a glass…and I still have so much homework to get done.” Your breathing quickens yet again and you cry even harder.

“Hey, just look at me. Forget everything else. The glass is already taken care of and we can worry about your homework a little later. Right now, I just need you to touch my hand. Can you do that for me?” His right hand leaves your face. He holds up next to him, like he’s awkwardly waving hi, and waits for you to touch it.

“Ji, I can’t,” You whimper.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Just listen to my voice. Take a deep breathe in and when you touch my hand, let that breathe out. Okay?” He slowly takes a deep breathe in and you follow suite. Your shaky hand meets his steady one and you let out the air you were holding in.

“Good girl,” He moves his hand to a new position, “let’s do that again.”

You repeat your actions, taking a deep breathe in and letting it out once you touch Jisung’s, until your breathing becomes less labored. His left hand never leaves your chest, acting like a weight blanket with the amount of pressure he was adding. He was afraid to actually put a real weighted blanket on you in your current state.

“Feel a little better?” Jisung asks, still continuing to have you follow his hand. You just quietly shake your head yes. Your breathing had regulated and your heart had slowed down to a normal pace.

“Can you get up?” You shake your head yes again.

“Okay, let’s get you up so we can take care of that hand.” Jisung gets up first and helps pull you up. He leaves out a hand for you to take. Instead you grab his sleeve and allow him to lead you out of the kitchen.

The two of you walk past Chan and Hyunjin who were quietly talking on the couch. Jisung quietly gives them a look of appreciation and that everything is good before taking you to the bathroom. Once inside he helps you sit on the counter, careful to make sure you don’t see yourself in the mirror. Worried that if you saw the state of yourself, you might start panicking again. You had calmed down significantly, but you were still crying and that worried him.

“Do…do you want to talk about what made you panic? It’s okay if you don’t.” He pulls out the first-aid kit and starts cleaning your cut.

“I”m not good enough,” You simply choke out.

“What makes you say that?” That’a one of the things you love about Jisung. He never jumps to reassure you when you doubt yourself, he tries to understand why you’re feeling a certain way first.

“My thesis is shit and my readers say there is no way for me to fix it in time for submission on Monday so I’ll have to do it during the summer. And I don’t know what that means for graduation next month because we’ve already booked the venue for the dinner and my family already bought their tickets and booked their hotel rooms and if I tell them I can’t graduate anymore then they’ll be disappointed and I’ll be proving them right about every decision I’ve ever made—”

“Breathe, Y/n, just breathe…” He doesn’t even look up as he wraps your hand with a bandage.

“Everything is falling apart, Ji.” He cleans up the first-aid kit and then grabs a clean wash cloth from under the cabinet, wetting it with water from the sink.

“Let’s just take everything one step at a time, okay? You already caught up with all your late work, right?”

“Yeah,”

“And you were just trying to get ahead on your last few assignment?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m sure they’ll still let you walk at graduation and just hold onto your degree until you turn in your thesis. Tomorrow, I will help you contact your school to figure that out. Today, let’s just focus on getting you better. You haven’t been sleeping much the past couple of weeks. Let’s just take the rest of the day to rest.” Jisung takes the washcloth and wipes your face, cleaning the tears.

“But Jisung, I can’t—”

“How about we take a small break and you take a nap? And then we can go from there? I know how much it drains you when you have a panic attack.”

“Okay, just a nap.”

“And lunch, you also need to eat too. We can eat in our room if you want. I got some gimbap and ramyeon.”

“Okay, food and a nap.” Jisung takes you back to your shared room and sits you on the bed. He wraps you in the weight blanket that you two use when one of you are feeling anxious. He kisses your forehead before leaving the room for a little bit.

When he comes back he’s carrying two bowls and the bag he had earlier. He carefully sets the food on the table that you bought so you could work while in bed before sitting down in front of you. He watches as your still shaky hands grab the chops sticks and fail to get any noodles before he slowly offers to feed you.

“Do you want me to help you with your homework? I know I’m not the best with school stuff but I’ll try to help you any way I can.” He says, taking a bite of his own food.

“I think I’ll be fine after some rest, but can you just sit with me later while I work maybe?”

“Of course, anything for you, jagi.”

—

Buy me a coffee?

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cosmowes · 2 months

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SCHOOLWORK - the order

okay. imagine this: it’s been a few off days, and all of a sudden you have a shit ton to work on. and no clue where to start.

overwhelming, right? hopefully this will give you some direction.

(tldr at the end ❤️)

ONE - where to start.

get some water, a snack if you need it, your computer, and get anything else unneeded and distracting out.

i always start with homework that’s due the soonest. and usually i do it during other classes. if you have a study hall, free pd. or a class where you just don’t do jack all? use that time. it means less to do at home when you’re not being forced to be as on topic. stop playing unblocked crosswords and work.

(hey! that means you, if you’re reading this to procrastinate. get on it ❤️)

TWO - structuring your study.

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i use essentially this structure when i have a lot to do. i like to knock out the easiest stuff first, so anything that won’t take long is done with already.

by the time i’m done with that, i’ve usually already gotten myself into the mood to work. i don’t like to take a break here because i’ll lose my flow, but you can if you need it. this is where i get into the stuff i’ve been putting off.

if i’m able to tackle all of that, or whatever part i said i’d do, i take a break here. make a game plan. what’s due next? is there anything else to work on? or do i need resources for something else?

then, if you still have the energy and want to, get into your threes and fours. this is stuff you probably don’t need to worry about, but if you really wanna get to the top, go for it.

i forgot to mention this also, but i consider extra credit in the threes/fours depending on size. if you can, always take extra credit. always. extracurriculars are a 5 (eg ctsos, fine arts, stuff that’s still academic. if it isn’t something still related to getting somewhere, i call it a 6 because it’s personal.)

THREE - keeping up with it.

i do my ones every single day. the moment i get something that falls into a one, it’s part of my daily schedule and will be done by the end of the day. it’s a good habit to have.

plus, this pushes me to do twos and maybe threes/fours. try not to let things get into the two area. if there’s a four and you can get it done before the week of, do it. twos are by far the most stressful to have, and you don’t like stress, right?

FOUR - tldr.

do schoolwork during classes when you have time 🕰️

remove distractions when you’re working snd get ready for you sessions 🚰

do the easiest/quickest stuff first. 📚

move onto harder stuff that needs to be done quickly afterwards. 🏎️

then do stuff that isn’t due soon. ⏰

always do extra credit! 📌

do your easy quick assignments every day. 🖊️

don’t procrastinate on hard assignments. 📍

#studyspo #study motivation #self healing #self improvement #self care #studyblr #study blog #it girl lifestyle #it girl tips #it girl #that girl #that girl lifestyle #becoming that girl #wonyoungism #it girl energy #procrastination #cosmo txt

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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May I request a Colin X Reader dhmis thing where reader is trying to do some online classwork while having to work around Colin’s Haphephobia (fear or discomfort when being touched)

"..why do we need math, Colin?"

"Who knows? You might become a secret agent or an architect some day! It may be beneficial to you!"

“Uh..I think that’s something only Mr. Briefcase should tell me, but thanks.” You chuckled awkwardly at Colin’s remark.

‘Thank god that guy’s not around to sing about jobs I’m unqualified for.’

Fortunately, the computer teacher didn’t intend on dragging you into his digital home to give you an obnoxious lesson on the Internet. He ceased hostilities with your friend group and visited your place to assist you with homework.

However, you did forget about one important detail while spending your study session with him:

That being his severe aversion to being touched.

You could barely touch the keyboard to input numbers and letters without him getting extremely stressed.

Hell, even trying to log onto your school assignments was difficult.

He would be fine one moment, and the next...he got angry, eyes bloodshot, if you so much as let your hand linger on the spacebar for a millisecond too long.

It was certainly tough to work around.

You wanted to do most of the typing and work to take some stress off of Colin's processors, but he insists he’s only doing what he’s made to do:

Be a computer.

"So I guess we just gotta figure out the formula based on the information given, right?”

“Correct! I have it right here, my friend!” He grinned as he displayed the formula on the screen. “Now we just need to take the variables from the problem, substitute them into the equation, and we’ll be on our way!”

You smiled lightly at that catchphrase of his. “We’ll be on our way” held so much enthusiasm and promises of great results.

He was excited to share this journey with you--even if it was just simple math homework.

It certainly gave you the motivation to stop procrastinating and start working.

#clanask #dhmis x reader #don't hug me i'm scared x reader #dhmis colin #dhmis colin x reader #colin the computer x reader #platonic

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diorkyeom · 7 months

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‘✷’ : CHAPTER FOUR “in the eye of every beholder”

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chapter word count: 3.6k+

chapter warnings: none (other than seokmin wanting to murder ksy)(with good intentions)

summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself falling further and further for the enigmatic man, wanting to find out who the real Joshua Hong is behind his polite smiles and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: introducing my oc teacher characters!!! i kinda wrote myself into a corner by having no one else in svt being teachers lmao so i had to make up new friends for seokmin when he’s at school haha ^^

“Good morning, Seokmin. Why do you look like you managed to get zero sleep last night?”

Seokmin laughed into his coffee as he set his bag down at his desk in their department office. “Uh, that might be because I didn’t.”

“You didn’t?” Yuna, one of the other teachers in the department, looked at him concernedly as she turned on her own computer. “Why? Don’t tell me you left your marking to the last minute again.”

Seokmin sipped his drink, contemplating for a moment, before just smiling. “You caught me there."

Telling the truth and saying that he'd been staying awake to talk with one of his not-quite-friends by the river until sunrise about anything and everything would have been weird, anyway.

Before the woman had the chance to tell him off, however, the door to the department office swung open, and one of the other literature teachers swept in amongst a whirl of papers.

“Good morning, you two,” Hayoung chirped, dumping her papers down at her desk before grinning at them, pushing her glasses up as she bent down to pick up the papers that had been dropped. “Hey, why does Seokmin look like he’s half dead?”

Seokmin rolled his eyes at the two women, turning to his own computer and attempting to turn the monitor on. “You’re both so mean.”

Hayoung just laughed, shuffling her papers together and pulling out her own chair to sit down. “We care about you, brat. That’s all. Did something happen?”

“No,” Seokmin said, typing in his user and password. “I’m fine, I promise. Just procrastinated marking my children’s homework, that’s all.”

“Ah,” Hayoung said wisely. “Totally understandable. I do that all the time.”

Yuna sighed, shaking her head. “You two are utterly insane. I could never leave my marking that late.”

“Good morning!” another voice trilled, and all three literature teachers looked up to see another one of their colleagues hop into the room, looking buzzed up on far too much caffeine. “Did you hear that they’re already interviewing people to replace the teachers that left?”

“Minjun,” Yuna remarked dryly as the man accidentally bumped into Hayoung’s table and knocked over her pile of papers. “Why are you so hyper so early in the morning?”

“They’re already interviewing potential new teachers?” Seokmin asked interestedly. At the desk next to him, Hayoung wailed over the fallen papers that she’d just picked up. “That was fast.”

“I know right?” Minjun said, setting down his bag and his coat at his desk. “Apparently they’ve already found the new teachers they wanna hire for the music department. One of them is starting in a couple of weeks, actually.”

Seokmin shook his head. “That’s insane. I hope they’re prepared to deal with being thrown into the curriculum halfway through the year.”

Minjun laughed. “Yeah." He jabbed his finger in the direction of the door. "Also, the first class of the day started three minutes ago.”

All three literature teachers jumped at his words, looking over at the clock before collectively scrambling to gather their things and get to their students.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Seokmin said despairingly, accidentally stepping on some of Hayoung’s papers as he left the room. “Sorry, Hayoung!”

Minjun just continued laughing as he waved them out of the office. “I don’t have any classes until the afternoon. Have a nice day, you guys!”

Yuna yelled back something intelligible as both she and Seokmin hurried down the corridor, Hayoung still picking up her papers in the office.

"I'll see you at break," Yuna said quickly before pushing open the door to her classroom, instantly calling out for her children to settle down.

Seokmin shook his head, smiling, before walking into his own class too, pushing the door open with his foot and carrying his lesson materials in his arms.

"Yes, yes, I'm here now," he said, and the delighted cries of "Mr. Lee!" made him smile even wider. "Good morning, has everyone's morning been good?"

He walked to the front of the classroom, humming interestedly and laughing as some of the children told him very seriously that they wouldn't mind at all if his lesson killed them so early on in the day just so they wouldn't have to proceed with their other classes.

This particular grade class was, in fact, his favourite, and teaching these students always managed to bring a smile to his face purely because he could tell that so many of these bright children would go on to become adults that he could proudly tell others he had the privilege of teaching in their youth.

“Today, we’ll be starting a new unit,” Seokmin announced as he set his things down in the classroom, “and it’ll be on poems.”

There were a mixture of groans and cheers in response to his announcement, and Seokmin grinned, clasping his hands together and walking across the front of the class.

“I know, I know, but poetry is fun, I promise! Besides, I managed to convince them to look at a more interesting poem, which I'm sure you'll enjoy.”

His statement was met with unimpressed stares, but Seokmin just grinned wider, moving back to the desk to pick up a marker and then walking over to the whiteboard.

He uncapped the dry marker and wrote the word ‘Homer’ on the board, drawing a circle around it. “Now, what do you think of when you see this name? Yes, Hyeongjung?”

“Homer Simpson!”

Seokmin paused, narrowing his eyes playfully at the boy. “Okay, other than the Simpsons. How is the name Homer significant in literature? Jiyeon, what do you think?”

“Didn’t he write the Iliad?”

Seokmin smiled, writing ‘Iliad’ beside the name. “Well done. We don’t actually know if he did write the Iliad, but that epic poem, along with the Odyssey, are often attributed to Homer, so we call him the author anyway. The ‘Odyssey’ is what we’ll be focusing most on,” he said, writing down both the poems on the board, “but first, we’ll be taking a brief look at Greek mythology.”

There were gasps of excitement amongst the children, and Seokmin grinned again.

“Now, can anyone name some of the Ancient Greek gods to me?”

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“See you tomorrow, you guys,” Seokmin said to the last few teachers still in the office as he shouldered his bag, getting ready to leave work for the day. “How long are you all planning to stay here?”

Yuna just hummed, clacking away at her keyboard. “I haven’t finished making quotation flashcards for my children yet. And I need to print and laminate them, too.”

Seokmin winced in sympathy. “Good luck. I tried making quotation flashcards for some of my classes last year, and it’s a lot of work.”

“Yeah, I know,” Yuna laughed. She waved a hand in Seokmin’s direction, not even looking at him. “I’ll be fine. You, however, need to get some sleep, Mr. Lee. You still look dead on your feet. See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” Seokmin said, taking the statement for the dismissal that it was, smiling. “Don’t work yourself too hard, okay?”

And with that, he stepped out of the office, fishing out his phone and texting him a quick "on my way!". The elder had messaged him, around an hour ago, asking if Seokmin wanted to meet up in one of the cafes near Seokmin’s school, and of course he’d said yes. Having coffee with Jeonghan was always fun, because it was never really about the coffee and more about the talking.

It had been a while since he’d met up with Jeonghan one-on-one, anyways, so it would be fun.

“Jeonghan hyung!”

The moment Seokmin stepped into the cafe, the door’s wind chimes tinkling in his wake, he called out to Jeonghan and grinned as the elder looked up with a wave.

“Seokmin-ah,” Jeonghan said, smiling as he gestured to the chair opposite him for Seokmin to sit down. “How are you doing? How was work?”

"It was okay," Seokmin shrugged, before beaming as Jeonghan slid over a croissant. "Aw, hyung, did you buy this for me?"

"You have to pay me back," Jeonghan said, but he was smiling fondly. In all the years that Seokmin had known Jeonghan, he'd never really had to pay him back for anything he bought him. "This place is crazy expensive."

Seokmin just laughed, instantly pulling apart the croissant before his eyes lit up as Jeonghan also slid over a teacup, seemingly procuring it out of nowhere. "Why are we here then?"

"You like their mochas, don't you?" Jeonghan said, tapping the mug. "See, Seokmin, I know these things."

"I'm so honoured you pay so much attention to me, hyung," Seokmin said, half teasing, and happily sipped his coffee. "Mmm. Delicious."

Jeonghan grinned.

It was earlier than Seokmin normally left work, and there were still people milling around in the cafe. The sun was lingering in the sky, not quite setting yet but also not quite high enough to look like it was doing anything other than drowsily going to bed, casting golden-orange light through the windows and across the tables. The buzz of chatter created a lively ambience, but it was a gentle liveliness that allowed Seokmin's shoulders to relax and smile over at Jeonghan as the elder leaned his elbows on the table, eyes glittering.

"Speaking of knowing things, though," Jeonghan said, and Seokmin's shoulders reluctantly tensed once again. "I think you know what other thing I know about you, right?"

Seokmin groaned, about to faceplant into the table before he realised that a) they were in public and b) he had a hot coffee right where his head would have landed. So he settled with kicking Jeonghan under the table again.

"Hey!" Jeonghan swiftly kicked him back and then carried on talking, grinning deviously. "Joshua talked about it with you, didn't he? During the last Game Night."

"Don't kick me back! I—wait, what?" Seokmin paused, frowning. "He… didn't talk about it at all."

Now that Seokmin thought about it, Joshua never brought up their encounters in conversations. Not the flower incident, or the gym incident, or the awkward "I've been asking all our friends about you" incident. It was as if he wasn't making a big deal out of it, waiting for Seokmin to talk about it first, making sure that Seokmin was comfortable with broaching the subject and if he wasn't, then Joshua wouldn't say anything.

Wow. Seokmin blinked. He found himself really… touched.

Jeonghan, however, frowned, looking put-out by Joshua's thoughtfulness. "Aw. I thought he'd try to talk to you about it. That’s a shame.”

Seokmin looked over warily, slowly taking a bite out of his croissant, flakes of pastry getting all around his mouth. “Why is that a shame? What did you want him to say?”

“I wanted him to ask you about it, of course!” Jeonghan said. “I wanted him to ask you why you were doing that, because he kept asking me about it instead. And I said to him, “You gotta just ask Seokmin himself, Joshuji. I don’t know anything about it.”, but it appears that he didn’t follow my advice.”

“You just want to know yourself, don’t you?” Seokmin said. He wiped at the crumbs on his cheeks, failing in his attempts to clean his face since his fingers were all flake-covered too. “Don’t lie. Joshua hyung’s really sweet and chill. You’re the nosy one.”

Jeonghan laughed, not looking the least bit offended. “Well, you’re kind of right. But I’m still trying to get him to talk to you.”

“Huh?” Seokmin frowned. “Why?”

Jeonghan just hummed, giving Seokmin a tight-lipped smile and shook his head, drumming his fingers against the table. “Did anything interesting happen at work today? I do wanna know how your day went, Seokmin.”

It was a clear sign to change the topic, and Seokmin decided to take it. With enough wheedling, he would probably have been able to push Jeonghan for the answers he wanted on the Joshua thing, but he didn’t really have the energy. Jeonghan was weak for him, but not that weak. And after a long day at work, Seokmin was kinda tired.

“Um, apparently they’re already interviewing for the potential new teachers,” Seokmin said. “And they’ve found replacement music teachers that are gonna start in a few weeks.”

“New music teachers?” Jeonghan asked, tilting his head interestedly. “I see.”

Seokmin nodded, sipping his coffee. “It’s all just rumours for now. Minjun’s really good at getting accurate pieces of information, though, so there’s a pretty good chance that it’s the truth.”

“Minjun?” Jeonghan watched as Seokmin set down his coffee mug, before promptly swiping it and taking a sip thoughtfully, ignoring Seokmin’s indignant cry. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Seokmin swiftly snatched back his coffee, taking another sip while pouting at Jeonghan. "He's been the head of my department for years, hyung. Maybe you heard it from me?"

"No, I think Joshua had a friend called Minjun," Jeonghan said, watching blankly as Seokmin finished the rest of his croissant. "They went to uni together. They were pretty decent friends, I think, promising to help each other with job offers and stuff."

"Well." Seokmin shrugged. "I dunno. Minjun's never mentioned a friend named Joshua. Maybe it's another Minjun?"

Jeonghan's gaze focused back on Seokmin again, and he grinned. "Maybe. Anyway, what about lessons? What were you teaching your kids this time?”

Seokmin beamed, visibly lighting up at the chance to talk about his students. “Oh! You know that one class which is my utter favourite? I’m going over the ‘Odyssey’ with them now, and we were studying Ancient Greek mythology today. Everyone has a weird fixation on Poseidon, though, and I gotta find a way to break it to them that he’s kinda as much of an asshole as Zeus is.”

Jeonghan snorted. “Tell them that story of how he kidnapped a woman, maybe?”

Seokmin blinked innocently. “Which one?”

That made the elder laugh, eyes twinkling. “Did you tell them the story of the golden apple, too? That one’s always fun. It’s like an introduction to the Trojan War, too.”

“I did! You know, the first thing I did was ask them, ‘Who is the prettiest god’ and the amount of people who said Aphrodite… like, oh boy. You’d think that people have learned their lesson by now,” Seokmin said. “But, did you hear about how Aphrodite isn’t just one type of beauty? She is beauty, embodying everything that it means to be beautiful. So she’s mysterious and kind and liked by everyone, and she’s beautiful in everyone’s eyes.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, huh?” Jeonghan said, leaning forward. His laughter had died down, and he looked curiously invested in what Seokmin was saying. “So… you could say she’s beautiful and… elusive at the same time?”

“Exactly!” Seokmin chirped. “She's an enigma. She changes to fit everyone else. Her beauty fits the eye of every beholder. In a really mysterious, it-kinda-makes-sense but also it-doesn’t-make-sense kind of way.”

Jeonghan quirked a grin. “Really? Tell me more, I wanna know.”

If it were anyone else saying that, with that decidedly devious grin on their face, Seokmin would have been more suspicious. But Jeonghan always either looked like he was plotting something or was about to fall asleep, and so Seokmin didn't think anything of it.

Besides, if Jeonghan was plotting something, then the results would normally reveal themselves eventually. Most of the time, it was for a good cause, anyway.

Hopefully.

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"Kwon Soonyoung," Seokmin muttered through gritted teeth as he plodded down the street,"I am going to murder you."

Seokmin was late to school.

Well, he was late to work, but his work essentially was a school, so it was the same thing. And, like most misfortunes in Seokmin’s life, it was kind of all Soonyoung’s fault.

Soonyoung had fallen ill, having caught some sort of cold that rendered him unable to even move his head. Seokmin said it was from that time he’d worked overtime and had to come home in the rain with no umbrella. Soonyoung strongly disagreed. With pillows thrown at Seokmin's head.

Nevertheless, Seokmin had had to take care of him that morning, running around while trying to get ready for work and dig out their tissue boxes from somewhere and give Soonyoung some painkillers with a glass of water and quickly make some canned soup because if Soonyoung didn’t have at least a bowl of soup on the first morning of a sickness, then he’d be ill for an entire month and complain to Seokmin the entire time.

By the end of it, the soup was only half eaten and most of the glass of water had made its way onto the floor and Seokmin hadn’t had time to have breakfast or brush his hair. And he was late.

The first lesson of the day was already in full swing by the time he managed to trudge into school, having given up on actually getting there on time, shooting a quick email to the office to get them to send a sub to his class. They’d better get used to subs just in case, anyway. Soonyoung managed to sneeze on him a total of fifteen times in an hour. There was a pretty good chance that Seokmin was sick too.

“Mr. Lee!” Dowoon, one of the history teachers, called out in surprise when Seokmin dragged himself into the staffroom, already exhausted. “You’re not normally here in the mornings.”

“Mr. Kang,” Seokmin greeted, immediately going over to the instant coffee machine. “Yeah, I had to take care of my sick friend this morning, so I ended up running late. I’ve given up on getting to my first two classes. It’s a double period,” he elaborated, “so it’s the same class of children. I’ll let them have two hours of free time to themselves.”

Dowoon chuckled, downing his own instant coffee. “You’re very generous,” he said. “Oh, did you hear that the new music teacher has started? Just began today, I believe.”

“Already?” Seokmin asked, surprised, taking out his coffee. “Wow, that was fast. Minjun was telling us that they’d start in two weeks, and I guess he was right.”

“That man and his crazy hunches,” Dowoon laughed, shaking his head. He put the empty paper cup into the bin, walking towards the door. “Well, enjoy your own free hour, Seokmin. I’ll be off now.”

“Have a nice day!” Seokmin called back.

And then the history teacher left, leaving a thoughtful silence in his wake.

It was calm in the staffroom, as it normally was on mornings. There were a few teachers sitting around, but most were in lessons, and the sun streamed into the largely empty room, casting light on the ornamental bookshelf and the weirdly shaped fake potted plant in the corner.

Seokmin’s lips twitched upwards. Joshua would have probably liked the strange decor in their staff room.

He leisurely finished his coffee, looking out through the windows at the green field by the side of the school, watching the children playing sports. Then, throwing the empty cup away, Seokmin shouldered his bag again and walked out of the room. There was still a decent amount of time before his next class, and he basically had the entirety of the school to himself to wander around in. He could snoop into wherever he wanted.

Well. He grinned, turning down one corridor. Maybe it was time to visit the music department. Perhaps he’d find something interesting to tell Seungkwan.

The sound of singing filled his ears as he entered the music hallway, and he instinctively chuckled, recognising the tune of the school anthem they were singing. It must be one of the younger years in class right now, he mused. They sounded like they were learning the song for the first time.

He carefully peered into the classroom through the window of the door, chuckling as he watched the teacher conduct the children as they dutifully sang along to the lyrics that were on the board. He drew away, however, when the sound of a door clicking open echoed from around the corner, and voices sounded.

"—lively community here, sir, and we think that you'd be a brilliant addition to the music department. We could use your knowledge here to help strengthen our students."

That was the voice of the head of the music department, which Seokmin recognised. Her voice was fluid, smooth and gentle and Minjun said that she'd been a world-famous opera singer before settling down at their school. Like most things Minjun said, it was probably true.

"Thank you very much, Miss," a new voice said, and Seokmin stilled. He blinked, not sure whether he really did recognise that voice or whether his brain was playing tricks on him.

"Of course," the woman said. "We hope you feel welcome here in our school."

There were more pleasantries exchanged, and then the sound of the office door swinging shut. Seokmin panicked as dress shoes clicked down the corridor, closer and closer to where he was, feeling oddly like a child having been caught eavesdropping as he straightened and stepped away from the wall, before accidentally ending up colliding right into the man who had been walking around the corner.

"Hello!" The man said in surprise. Steady hands reached out to firmly hold onto his shoulders, and Seokmin was quickly pulled away from a warm and solid chest and found himself staring into big, brown eyes instead. Big, brown eyes that widened in shock and then melted into a look that was so soft and so familiar that it made Seokmin's heart immediately begin to beat faster.

Seokmin sputtered, temporarily speechless. "Joshua?"

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sirfrogsworth · 9 months

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I have been working on this old-ass Dell laptop for 2 days and I am soooo close to having it fixed and ready to sell. But Windows update doesn't want to install 2 things and it feels like I ran a marathon only to discover a giant wall right before the finish line.

So now I have to google the error codes and manually install an audio driver and figure out what the hell .NET framework is because despite being a computer expert I have never once looked that up. It's like a homework assignment I've procrastinated on for 15 years.

Okay, I'll do it now. Let's see what the hell .NET framework is.

Fascinating.

Now get into my computer you stupid framework!

I think I'm going to deal with this tomorrow.

Let's make this project a 3-day thing.

Totally worth the $20 I'll get for it.

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piles-of-numbers · 1 year

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March 22, 2023: Reading, cleaning, and just trying to feel alive.

Also reminding myself I like learning and I like math and I like computer science so I’m gonna read about it. Maybe I’m just procrastinating my CS homework and drawing diagrams for a paper. But I’m feeling better.

Book: the theory that would not die: how bayes’ rule cracked the enigma code, hunted down russian submarines & emerged triumphant from two centuries of controversy. By Sharon Bertsch McGrayne

#a studyblr post?? it’s more likely than you think #studyblr #csblr #mathblr #gradblr #LaPlace did all the work #as usual

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enhypenandpaper · 1 year

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a welcome distraction | lee heeseung

pairing: Lee Heeseung + gn!reader

genre: fluff, college!au

warnings: one swear. and honestly? finals week stress lol.

word count: 3.2k

summary: an impressive bout of procrastination has left you desperate for access to the book you’re writing your final paper on. with both a looming due date and the stress of finals week catching up to you, an unlikely savior is found in your classmate Heeseung Lee, the cutest boy on campus.

You hiked your backpack up on your shoulder as you speed-walked across campus, trying to get to the library as soon as possible.

Your English teacher had assigned a paper back in the middle of the term to be due five weeks later at the end of it, which sounded like way more than enough time to get everything done. Except, you needed one of the books in your school’s private collection to write it.

Now, you knew the other people in your class would be needing this book also, but you were so set on the idea of having five weeks to get ahold of this book that it wasn’t until you had one week left that you walked up to the circulation desk, showed them your pass, and asked them for the book.

“I’m sorry, but that title is signed out right now,” the upperclassman who was working there told you.

Accepting it as a fluke in timing, you asked when it would be available next.

“Well,” they clicked around on their computer, “books from the private collection aren’t allowed to leave the building, so it’s more of a ‘first-come, first-served’ type thing.”

They told you you had two options: wait around for the person who had it now to bring it back to the desk, or leave and come back at a different time. You went with the latter and showed up the next day, just to be told the same exact thing.

That’s how you found yourself waiting in the library on a Friday night for something that you needed for a paper due Monday morning. You had been stopping in all day, everyday in between classes and meals, hoping to catch the universe by surprise and finally get this book, to no avail. Now it was already past dinner time and, even though the librarian could’ve yelled at your stomach for how loud it was being, you were curled up in a chair by the circulation desk waiting for this book to turn up.

All of your other homework for the week was already done because of how no time could be spent on this English paper, so you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, trying to stay awake in the cozy, quiet atmosphere of the library.

The clicking of computer keys and the swiping of book pages calmed you while the warm lighting and the night sky outside made your eyelids feel heavy.

I’ll close my eyes for just a second, you told yourself. But a second passed, and another second, and then a minute, and it was painfully obvious to everyone else in the library that you had fallen asleep in the plush leather chair.

Your eyes flew open. Someone must’ve dropped a book or gotten a surprise phone call and thank god they did, or you probably wouldn’t have woken up until the sun came through the windows in the morning.

It took you a second to regain your bearings (and figure out why you had just woken up someplace that wasn’t your bed) but when you finally came to, you immediately checked your phone.

You made a little sound in the back of your throat when you saw what time it was. You had been asleep for close to an hour, which meant the library staff was going to call it a night in a few hours and you hadn’t even seen the front cover of this damn book.

Gathering up your things, you headed over to the circulation desk for what was quickly becoming a lost cause.

“Hey, I was wondering if Mary Shelley’s manuscript of Frankenstein was available yet?”

You held back a sob. Whoever was in front of you just took today’s last chance for you to get your hands on that book.

The person working at the front desk, god bless their soul, noticed you halfway to your destination and hesitated, knowing how long you had been waiting all week for this chance.

Your fellow student, obviously confused as to why the person at the desk was being completely silent, turned around to follow their gaze.

You and Heeseung Lee made eye contact. Heeseung was another student in your class who sat a couple rows behind you. He stayed relatively quiet during discussions and he was kind of known for being granted extensions on practically every assignment, so it was no surprise to you that he was also caught in the web of procrastination.

“Oh, hi, Y/N! Were you waiting for the book too?” Heeseung flashes you one of his big, beautiful smiles.

Usually, such a sight would cheer you up, Heeseung was super attractive after all, but the stress of the past week had finally caught up to you and made sure any ounce of happiness was eradicated from your body. You could feel your throat tightening as you blinked desperately, fighting with the stress in your veins over whether or not you would be crying in public tonight.

Heeseung’s face dropped when he saw the sadness on yours coupled with the tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, we can just… share it! We can share the book, can’t we?” Heeseung looked back at the person working to clarify, panicked by the sight of your eyes watering.

Now you had two people watching you try and keep yourself from crying, both feeling extremely guilty. At this point, you were pretty sure the upperclassmen would’ve let you rip the book to shreds if it meant that they wouldn’t have to deal with someone having a mental breakdown during their shift.

Heeseung coaxed you over to the desk, stepping to the side to make room for you. He seemed completely unfazed by your dramatics and didn’t hesitate to fill out the sign sheet that was shakily pushed over to him. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before Heeseung turned and held out the pen to you.

“Sorry, I, uh, don’t know your last name.”

You swallowed down the mix of anger and embarrassment, as you’ve known who Heeseung was since your senior year of high school when he joined your class’ FaceBook group, and jotted down the rest of your info on the sheet.

It became immediately obvious that Heeseung didn’t really know his way around the library so it was up to you to get the two of you down to the basement where the manuscript would be. You could feel the questioning looks as you wove through your fellow students which just made you feel worse, as if someone like you shouldn’t be with someone as popular or beautiful as Heeseung Lee.

You paused once you stepped off the stairs, almost colliding with the boy behind you when you turned to face him.

If you took a single step forward you would be pressed into his chest and Heeseung seemed hyper-aware of this, shuffling his feet back until the back of his legs was pressed against the back of the last step on the staircase.

“Um, how about you find some place for us to sit and I’ll go grab the book?” You offered.

Heeseung nodded with a grin on his face that almost rivaled his show-stopping smile before gliding off toward a table. You were grateful for the break from his presence only because it was so damn awkward having to spend even a minute, let alone the next few hours, with someone you’ve barely spoken to before who also happened to have seen you on the verge of tears only minutes ago.

Taking the manuscript off its shelf, you paused for another deep breath. You had the book you needed and you had the rest of the night to take what you needed from it. While, thanks to Heeseung, this whole ordeal ended all right, you couldn’t help but think that the memories from this night were definitely going to be motivation out of your next bout of procrastination.

You found Heeseung relatively easily since the late hour had cleared most students out already. He had taken off the flannel he was wearing before and the t-shirt he wore underneath fit him perfectly around his biceps and chest and—

You blinked, trying to pull yourself together. Apparently, you had already failed at finally focusing on this assignment but in your defense, Heeseung was very distracting.

Heeseung shot you another smile once you got close to the table he found and you tried to send a sweet one back despite how shy you were feeling. You knew deep down that he was just like anybody else, but your heart was painfully aware that a cute boy was a cute boy.

You placed the book down in front of Heeseung before moving to take the chair next to his. He started flipping through the manuscript, moving it closer to you so that it sat in between your chairs. You tried scooching your chair closer to his so sharing the book would be easier, but you over-shot and your chair ended up almost colliding into his. You felt too embarrassed to move it back, scared that he would take you moving away as an insult, so you sat down in it anyway, immediately realizing your mistake.

Heeseung’s thigh was pressed up against yours, the heat of his skin rolling into your body and shooting up to your reddening cheeks. Was this too much? Should you move, potential insult be damned? Heeseung was handsome and all but the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel—

The boy next to you shifted in his seat, making you feel even worse until you realized he was reaching around to his backpack on the floor. He rummaged in his bag for what seemed like forever in the silent basement (he even made disorganization look good) until he pulled out a hard case.

Somehow, the black-rimmed glasses made Heeseung look even better and, considering how you had never seen him wear those in class, he must’ve been even less committed to this class than you thought.

Heeseung shifted back fully in his seat, his leg touching yours more firmly than before. You could feel the blush in your cheeks running down your neck and were desperately trying to think of something to say or do to break up the tension and get yourself out of this funk when Heeseung asked you if there was a page you wanted to start on.

This put you into high gear, mentally flipping through your notes to figure out where you should look first. The two of you went back and forth, switching off who could choose the next section of the book while the other jotted down notes and ideas based on their excerpts.

The unexpected partnership was going surprisingly well considering the tension and stress that dominate everyone’s mind during finals week. The two of you even got to talking about your respective ideas for your essays and how you were going to use the quotes and evidence from the manuscript in your writing.

You realized you were getting a little off topic when you started to talk about how Mary Shelley’s relationship with her husband affected the writing of Frankenstein, but Heeseung encouraged you with his small nods and pretty smiles and sent your heart racing when he brought his arm to rest on the back of your chair.

You were cut off by a soft bell ringing through the library signaling the approaching end to staffed hours. Both you and Heeseung looked at each others, eyes wide. They would be expecting the book back soon, considering it was part of the rare collection, but the two of you were nowhere near finished thanks to your conversation. You could probably get away with holding the book until you were finished, but the last thing you wanted was to cause an even bigger problem for the nice upperclassman who, along with Heeseung, was the only reason you weren’t desperately emailing your teacher some half-assed excuse.

Your hand slowly reached for Heeseung’s side of the book, debating on whether or not to close it, but it was gently stopped by his own.

You looked up, eyebrows furrowed, to see Heeseung’s sheepish smile.

“Do you think…” he reached for his phone, his eyes never leaving yours. “Do you think they would mind if we took a few photos?”

You smiled softly, glancing at the book that was still being held open by overlapped fingers.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you answer, trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at the idea of sharing a secret with Heeseung.

The two of you get to work, flipping through the pages and snapping pictures at a rate that was extremely impressive considering how much the two of you had previously been slacking off. The two of you made a good team and Heeseung was certainly grateful for your help, you had helped him find at least three pages of text that he could use in his paper, thanks to your class notes.

Heeseung’s leg was still pressed against yours under the table. The heat of his skin was burning through layers of clothing and it took everything in you not to press even closer. If that was even possible.

You only had two more excerpts to take pictures of, Heeseung having already finished. You could feel his eyes on you as you looked for your next section. He moved the hand that was still resting on the back of your chair to push his glasses up his nose before returning it to its place behind you. If only you had the guts to lean backward, let his fingers brush your body.

His attentive gaze allowed him to catch your pause as you stared at your phone screen, your face blank as you read the pop-up alerting you to your lack of storage.

Of course your phone would do this right now! You were so close to finishing, to being done with the most inconvenient part of your entire semester, and you could physically feel that peace slipping away from you.

Heeseung leaned closer to you, the movement sending a wave of shampoo out into the air, moving your hand with his own and tilting your phone screen so he could read it.

“Here! You can just use mine,” he reassures you.

“Are you sure? There’s probably some old stuff I can delete. There’s definitely a playlist on here-”

“Don’t be silly!” He laughed, reaching for your phone. “You only have, like, a few left. I can text them to you, then they won’t even have to take up space.”

You took his phone gently, sending him a genuine smile that was probably way too big to pass of as just being grateful for the photos, you were more focused on the fact that Heeseung would have to get your number for his plan to work.

You took your photos and, feeling bold, immediately opened the messages app to send them to yourself. Heeseung’s eyes followed the path of your fingers across his phone screen, still leaning in so close that his head was almost blocking your line of sight.

You sent the photos and handed the phone back to its owner without actually saving your contact, having no idea what you would name yourself anyway.

Apparently, you didn’t need to worry. Heeseung immediately clicked to add your number to his contacts once his phone was back in his hands and, when he caught you peaking at what he was typing in the name slot (did he even remember your last name?), he smirked and turned the screen away from you so you couldn’t see.

“Don’t worry! It’s nothing mean,” Heeseung grins.

“I didn’t think it was anything mean until you said that!” You protested, leaning over to him to try and steal a glance.

He playfully held the phone away out of your reach, the reach of his long arms no match for your own. His other hand had moved from your chair to your shoulder, gently keeping you from reaching his phone.

“Oh, come on, no pouting! Will you forgive me if I bring the book back?”

You sat back in your chair, his hand staying where it is, and pretended to consider it.

“Maybe.”

“Anything to make you smile, Y/N.”

Hearing your name from his lips made your heart skip a beat. It felt like a privilege to have your name spoken in such a soft tone with such a pretty voice.

Heeseung made a big show of pocketing his phone as he walked away toward the maze of bookshelves he would have to work through to get to Frankenstein’s special section.

You faked a gasp. “What? You don’t trust me?”

He smirked in response, holding up his hands in a fake surrender.

With Heeseung gone you could finally take a breath. Working in such close quarters with someone you didn’t know that well could be draining enough but mix in finals week and how handsome that said someone was and it’s obvious why you needed a minute.

You stared at your notebook in front of you. With the text evidence, you had everything you needed to start actually writing your paper and considering the fast-approaching due date, it was a good idea to start it as soon as possible.

But you hesitated. Would it be weird to stay here and work? What if Heeseung wanted this spot for himself? Was it just wishful thinking to hope that Heeseung would rejoin you at the table, taking advantage of the 24/7 library hours with you at his side?

The sound of Heeseung coming down the bookcase path snapped you out of your thoughts. You grabbed your phone to pretend like you were occupied, still not sure what your plan was for the rest of the night.

“I hope you like these. I figured nobody could turn down sweets during finals week, so I took a guess!”

You looked up from your phone, making eye contact with the boy in front of you before dragging down his defined arms to reach his hands. He was holding out a pack of chocolate chip cookies, probably courtesy of a vending machine he found.

You smiled and thanked him, already reaching for your wallet in your backpack.

“How much—”

“You’re not paying me back for those,” he tells you, sitting back down beside you.

“You have to let me! I already owe you for sharing the book with me tonight.”

“Exactly, so you can repay me by not giving me money for the cookies.”

“That makes literally zero sense.”

Heeseung reached around to the side of his chair.

“I’m not taking your money, Y/N,” he tells you after placing his laptop down on the table.

“If you really want to repay me, just buy us the next round of snacks. I doubt a single pack of cookies is going to get us through what I’m sure is about to become an all-nighter.”

Your smile and blush worked in tandem to show the boy how excited you were by his invitation, it was no use even trying to hide it.

He returned your smile, laughing shyly.

You finally took out your own laptop, letting your leg nudge Heeseung’s as you got comfortable in your chair.

It was going to be a long night, and you were grateful for it.

A/N: hello everyone!! i'm sorry i've been gone for so long. you can assume that this little piece was inspired by my own struggles with juggling coursework lol.

i hope everyone is doing well!! hopefully you enjoy this little piece and stay tuned for more <3

#lee heeseung #heeseung #heeseung fanfiction #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #fluff

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lavend3r-stardust · 7 months

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In a mood to procrastinate so i'mma take a little nap and dream about eating out my girl's beautiful pussy while i'm sitting underneath her desk and her thighs are spread so wide that her legs hang over the arm rests on her chair,

gonna hear all those pretty whimpers as she struggles to concentrate and my nose brushes up against her clit and all she can do she bite the back of her hand so our teacher can't hear her through the computer mic.

gonna lick her up so good that her back arches against the chair and her hips buck into my mouth. I need her to feel me grin against her pussy as my fingers part her folds and slowly push inside to curl them as she rides her orgasm out

Gotta slap the homework outta her hands so she can flip herself around to kneel on the chair, her arms hugging the back while her knees shift apart to put that pretty ass on display. And i got myself an excuse to make her relax as I delve my tongue between her thighs, let her ride my fingers as they scissor in and out of her sopping cunt.

And maybe- as a reward for being such a good girl- maybe she might even get to ride my face until her legs are quivering and that amazing, beautiful, smart babygirl of mine finally blanks out from mommy fucking her senseless and treating her so good.

Stress relief yk ;) gotta get the dopamine from somewhere. If it ain't gonna be academic validation, then my mouth on her clit will have to do.

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Boarding School for Giants (10/25)

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My thoughts were in a frantic whirl as I raced to my next class. Human trafficking was a very scary idea in itself, and thinking about being kidnapped made me feel vulnerable and helpless, but it was a remote possibility, and I didn’t want to delve into it too much. My more immediate concern was with my homework assignment. I wouldn’t be able to type up my essay on a giant computer by myself. Such a herculean feat would take hours, if it were even possible. I needed help.

I pulled into my next class a mere minute before the bell rang and hurried to my seat to avoid unwanted attention. My next class was chemistry, which was far from being my strongest subject. I should have been paying close attention, but I couldn’t focus with all the stress I was under. How the heck was I going to accomplish this task?

I considered asking Mr. Henderson for assistance, but I really didn’t want to bother him more after he had already gone so far out of his way to help me. Besides, I knew I would eventually have to get to know my peers. I wasn’t going to survive at this school without any friends, and I couldn’t rely on the vice principal for everything. At some point I would be forced to interact with giant students, so why not now? Keeping a low profile, I subtly glanced around at the giants around me. I was strongly intimidated by their grand size. None of them looked very approachable. I slumped down in my chair despondently.

The problem was only compounded when the chemistry teacher assigned homework too. Now I had two homework assignments that somehow would need to be scaled up to giant size. At least I only had two classes today, since my sixth slot was empty. The bell rang and I waited for a good opportunity to leave, making sure the chemistry teacher didn’t harass me on the way out. I went to the dining hall and found a brown bag lunch waiting for me, with a ham and cheese sandwich, some carrots, cookies, and apple juice. Not bad. I decided to be brave and ate my lunch in the cafeteria like a normal person. Nobody bothered me, but I also was too skittish to interface with anybody. The lunchroom environment was too crowded and noisy, dampening my spirit further. Being such a coward left me downright miserable. I felt pathetic.

Procrastinating on the inevitable, I reasoned that my next course of action should be to finish the assignments before I asked any of the giants for help. That way, when I worked up to that point, I would be fully prepared. I would use my time efficiently, get all my work done during sixth period when all the other students were in class, and then I would have the whole weekend to manifest the courage to speak up, since I wouldn’t have these classes again until Tuesday. Resolved, I headed for the library.

I didn’t want to get yelled at again, so I kept a wary eye out for the strict librarian as I slunk over to the human tables. Thankfully, I was left alone this time. The library, in stark contrast to the lunchroom, was deathly quiet, except for the bell signaling the beginning of sixth period. The hush allowed me to focus, and I slogged through my essay fairly quickly. The final product was a bit sloppy, but I was past the point of caring: I just wanted to get it done. The chemistry homework was harder, especially since I hadn’t paid any attention during the teacher’s lecture. I had to read through the class material, and I didn’t fully grasp some of the concepts, but I answered the questions as best I could.

The time slipped by, and before I knew it the school day had ended. The easy part was done. Now for the hard part. I felt a surge of misery as I heard all the giants tramping through the halls, talking and yelling, happy and carefree, glad to be done with their school week. I wished I could be that blissfully unaware, but my disquieting obstacles were only growing larger.

One of the giant students entered the library. At first, due to his incredible height, I didn’t see his face, but I did recognize his shoes. He wore black and white sneakers, and I wracked my brains trying to recall where I had seen them before. Then it hit me: He was the giant whose shoe I had collided with the other day. My knees still ached as a painful reminder. A spark flamed within me. This was my chance! He would be the perfect person to ask, since technically we weren’t total strangers. Plus, while I had freaked out at the time, he seemed harmless enough.

I jumped up from my chair, full of determination, and followed him in between the rows of bookshelves. As I approached, however, and saw his tremendous size close up, my throat started to close up, and I labored to breathe. How did I know he wouldn’t take the chance to do something terrible if he saw me? The giant history teacher’s ominous warning had been burned into my psyche. The library was mostly empty, since no students wanted to be here on a Friday afternoon. Glancing about, I suspected even the librarian had called it a day and dipped out early. I couldn’t forget the terrifying experience of being eaten, or picked up and taken against my will. My chest hurt as my heart palpitated frantically.

I took measured breaths, trying to keep myself from hyperventilating. I needed to do this, if not now then I would still be forced to later. I couldn’t back down and be cowed into submission. My famous temper flared up as I started to get frustrated with myself, my circumstances, everything. I was tired and fed up of being weak and scared all the time. Before I could back out, I forced my legs forward, toward the giant. My legs wobbled like they were made of jello. The giant took a leisurely step away and I hurried to catch up.

My nerves were screaming at me to turn and run, but I ignored the impulse. “Excuse me,” I whispered. Of course, the giant couldn’t hear me, and took another massive step away as he examined the books on the adjacent shelf. “Um… excuse me,” I uttered again, slightly louder, my voice an octave higher. He still couldn’t hear me and continued to move, making me run to keep pace.

“Hey, you!” I finally cried out, kicking his shoe to get his attention. I clapped my hand over my mouth as I realized what I had done. At long last, he looked down, seeming puzzled before he saw me. His eyes lit up with recognition.

“Oh, it’s you!” he said with surprise. He squatted down, holding a book in one hand. “How are your knees? I’m sorry about the other day.”

“F-fine,” I mumbled. Reason left me, and my mind went blank as I forgot what I was doing. I could only gape at the monumental being leaning over me like a skyscraper.

The giant sensed the tension and fumbled with the book in his hand clumsily. “Um…” He didn’t know what to do. There was an awkward silence. I licked my lips nervously and struggled to talk.

“You owe me a favor!” I blurted out. By this point my voice was shaking as much as my body.

His eyebrows shot up over his glasses. “I suppose I do, don’t I?” He smiled sheepishly. “What can I do for you?”

“Well…” I pulled the crumpled pages of homework out of my pocket and held them up above my head to show him. He squinted, confused, and leaned forward, straining to see what I was holding.

“What’s that?” he inquired.

“It’s my homework,” I responded.

He laughed. “That? Let me see.” He held out his huge hand. I placed the papers on the tip of his finger. He lifted them up to his eye to get a closer look. “Why… it’s so tiny! Nobody would be able to read this!” He let out another hearty laugh, a deep, jovial sound that warmed my insides, even if he was indirectly laughing at my size. I had to admit the whole situation was farcical to begin with.

“That’s my problem. I need someone to type it up for me so the teachers can actually see my work,” I explained smoothly. I was starting to feel a bit more relaxed around him. “Can you help me? Please?”

“Well, sure! Of course!” he answered enthusiastically. “Here, I’ll take you over to the computers.” He offered me his free hand again. The papers looked so preposterously insignificant in the landscape of his hand, like little scraps of pencil shavings. My pulse tripled but I obediently climbed into his palm and gathered my papers. To my surprise, his hand was vibrating slightly. I wasn’t sure why but I settled in anyway and prepared myself to be raised up.

“O-okay, I’m going to pick you up now, is that okay?” he asked. I detected a light tremor in his voice. I gazed up at him and nodded. Very slowly, as if handling something fragile, he carefully stood up and took gradual, timid steps towards the computers. I appreciated his attempts to be gentle and waited patiently. His palm, much to my discomfort, started to get damp. What was wrong with him? Was he sick?

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked him as he set me down on the desk next to one of the computers.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, a bit flustered. “Sorry if my hand got a little sweaty.” He self-consciously wiped his moist palms off on his pants. “I-I just… you know… get a little nervous around girls sometimes. Especially… um… holding one?” He blushed bright red.

I couldn’t help but giggle. He was precious. “Imagine that! A giant being scared of a tiny little girl like me!” I teased him. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Suddenly, I felt a lot better as my fear melted away.

“Alright, enough fooling around. Let’s get this homework typed up,” the giant said, flopping down into a chair. He pulled up a blank document on the giant screen and got ready to type. “You’re going to have to dictate to me, because I can’t read your small writing.”

I started reading my history essay out loud to him. His fingers, despite their size, were remarkably fast and efficient, dancing across the keyboard with satisfying clicks at every stroke. I was impressed to see he was able to keep pace with my words as I read. Admittedly, I was a little embarrassed at the poor quality of my writing, and having to read it out loud, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. We finished the essay and moved on to the chemistry homework. The formatting was more of a challenge here but we got it done.

“What’s your name?” the giant asked me. “Uh, so I can write it at the top of the page.”

“Eren Brooks.” He filled it in on the digital documents and hit print. “What about you?” I questioned him.

“Oh, me?” He turned red again. “M-my name’s Joey. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”

I giggled again. “Thank you, Joey. Likewise.” He swiftly stood up and turned away, ostensibly to fetch my homework off the printer, but I suspected he wanted to hide his burning face. He returned, papers in hand, with his face a normal color again.

“Um… what are you planning to do with these?” He brought up a good point. The papers were too large for me to hold. How would I carry them around and turn them in to the teacher?

“Let’s see if we can fold them up small enough to fit in my backpack,” I suggested. I pointed off in the general direction of the human section of the library. “If you could transport me over there, that would be most helpful.”

“S-sure,” he agreed, laying his hand flat on the table. When I pulled myself up into his capacious hand and moved to the center, in the curve of his palm, I observed that he trembled, ever so slightly. For his sake, I pretended not to notice.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I informed him. The giant—Joey—cupped me in his hand and gently carried me to where I had left my bag. His skin moistened with perspiration again, and I was grateful to get off his hand when he lowered me to the floor. He folded up the papers as small as he could and I managed to stuff them inside my bag. I shouldered the bag and gazed up at the giant.

I let out a shaky sigh of relief. I felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. “I really, really appreciate your help, Joey. You have no idea. Thank you so much.”

“It was no trouble. I’m glad I was able to help.” He smiled shyly.

“Can I count on you to help me again?” I asked timidly.

“Yes, absolutely! I hang out in the library a lot, so you can usually find me here,” he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. My goodness, he was such a huge nerd. Literally.

“Okay,” I replied. I stared up at him for a moment. I could scarcely believe I had finally made a friend. A giant friend. “Well, see ya!” I hopped on my bike and rode away.

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