a matter of pride • sw × ws
November 2014
Sangwoo was a meticulous note-taker. He wrote down everything he thought was important as neatly and legibly as he could. Not only did he have a way to quickly review lessons at the end of each day exams, taking notes helped him absorb the lecture as it progressed. He carried the habit over to university in Korea, and it helped him manage his time between studying and busking. Unfortunately, it could only work so well. Sangwoo stretched his body to its limit to divide his time, and when a cold spell hit Seoul in November, he became an easy target for the flu.
When he was well enough to go to school after two days, he was deeply anxious. Reading textbooks would take too much time. He needed to borrow someone — no, anyone else’s notes. As he stepped into the lecture room, he approached the person seated nearest to the door. Sangwoo didn’t know who the person was. He didn’t talk to anyone unless he needed to.
“Hey, uh, hi,” he greeted awkwardly as he took the chair two spots away. “Did anything happen during the last lecture? I missed out on it and was wondering if you had any notes I could borrow?”
school had never been one of his priorities. nothing had ever really been a priority, honestly. he was simply lucky that he had a natural intelligence that had somehow managed to push him through high school and into university. with his laziness and his dislike for any kind of effort, it was a true wonder that he was even still alive. or, on a lesser note, it was a wonder that he ever showed up to class. or absorbed anything at all. (the truth was that he wasn't as lazy as he seemed, at least not in everything. it was only in things he knew wouldn't kill him that he gave up even the pretense of effort.) a voice caught his attention and he glanced up lazily from where his head was resting on his arms. "mm?" even the sound was slow, rather uncaring, and he blinked at the other male rather uncomprehendingly. "notes?" the thought is rather foreign to him and he yawns for a moment. "... i don't take notes." he had no idea who this person was and why he was asking him for notes (he rather thought everyone, including the teacher, looked at him as the idiot who didn't do anything to succeed in school). apparently it wasn't common knowledge, how little he cared. a pity. it was too much work to talk to people.











