Oedipus

Kim Woobin Professor of Literature 870716 Dr. Feelgood "A fool thinks himself to be wise but a wise man knows himself to be a fool"

[mghxwoobin]

The lights had long gone out in his apartment. He knew it was a breaker for his place, but he didn’t bother getting out of bed to fix it. He kind of enjoyed the silence and the darkness threatening to suffocate him. It relaxed him in a way. 

His phone buzzed on the bedside table, but it was the light that made him look. A text from his sister. He smiled at reached to unlock his phone and reply. 

Mom said to text you because it’s late and she doesn’t seem to understand that texting doesn’t bother sleeping people. You know mom. Technology is too new school for her. 

He sends back I’m sleeping and you bothered me but sends another with what he assumed was a playful emoji (why do they exist at all, he wondered), and put his phone back. It wasn’t late; it was still early in his night-owl routine. Yet, he was in bed, in the dark, and not remotely tired. 

[mghxwoobin]

Grade Grubbing | jdw & kwb

Rain was something that Woobin always loved. It rained a lot when he was in England, and he still doesn’t know why he left. The way the droplets sound against the window and the roof always relaxes him enough to pull out a book and the coffee maker. He’d crack a window, let the crisp air come in a mingle with the scent of coffee.

His office is no exception to his habits. The drip pot was a gift from his sister when he returned to Korea. He was back home near his family and out of the land of hourly tea (it seemed to him) and back in the world of judgement-free coffee drinking (again, it seemed to him at least).

His mug is on his desk, next to his propped up feet. A book a professor gave him in England rests against his thighs, propped open. His eyes dart slowly across the pages, soaking in every word of the novel clearly inspired by his favorite piece of literary work ever, Othello.

A cool breeze filters in from the rainy day, making the lantern flicker on the window sill behind Woobin’s head. Another habit was to read by candlelight. It made it seem more authentic.

A soft knock on the office door distracts him and he dog-ears the page (old habits die hard). “Come in,” he calls, sitting up properly. He turns to extinguish the lantern and click on the lamp by his desk. He sips at his now-lukewarm coffee as the door creaks open.

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sweet impact - woobin&irene

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[mghxwoobin]

Woobin smiles at her introduction. He is never going to get used to the formality of being on the teacher side of this kind of interaction. He gestures for her to come in more as he stands. “Rococo is art, correct? I might have something. What are you looking for specifically?”

He goes to he bookcase slowly, trying to remember his limited collection of art books. “Seventeen hundreds… seventeen hundreds…” he murmurs to himself, finger grazing along the spines of his unorganized books. “French? Rococo sounds French…” He pulls out a book at last, opening it carefully. He goes back to his desk and sits down.

“Have a seat, Joohyun-ssi. If this doesn’t help, we’ll get on the library resource page.” His voice is distracted, flipping through the index of the book. “I got this when I studied in Europe. I had a professor that thought art was the window into literature. Literature scholars always seem to think something like that.” He chuckles and shakes his head, finding the page about Rococo art. He turns the book her direction. “Something like this?”

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curious; seulgi&woobin

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[mghxwoobin]

“Doctor…” Woobin says, eyes not looking up from the book propped open on his desk. He sets the small box that he was eating from on a small stack of books on the edge of his desk. He dog-ears the page (a habit most people in his field frown upon) and closes the book. He can tell already that whoever stepped into his office wasn’t a student, and it amuses him deeply.

He raises a brow and glances up, and he’s pleasantly surprised to see a beauty walking into his office all on her own. She couldn’t possibly be grade-grubbing.

“Dr. Woobin, and what can I do for you sweetie?” He gestures to the chairs in front his desk. “Have a seat.”

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sweet impact - woobin&irene

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[mghxwoobin]

Grading papers wasn’t always bad. The upper level courses almost always meant that the students cared, and he enjoyed the words he had to assess. It was the lower lever classes, particularly the ones that were required, that proved to be a drag. Sometimes Woobin would come across a gifted mind, and he could tell that they were pursuing the world of literature. 

The paper in front of him was not one of those moments. With his tell-tale red pen, the sign of a teacher in distress, lodged between his teeth, Woobin closes his eyes. Maybe just a few moments would do him some good... 

Excuse me? His eyes open at the sound of a soft voice. He looks up at his door, a face that he’s seen around but didn’t know in the doorway to his office. 

“Yes? Can I help you?” He asked, straightening up in his chair and setting his pen down. “Come in, come in. Take a seat...” He moved a pile of books for an upper level class of all passion and no slack aside so he could see the chairs in front of his desk better. “I’m Dr. Woobin; what can I do for you?”

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breakable - woobin

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[mghxwoobin]

Woobin knew better than to not take Shinhye’s threats lightly. Maybe she wouldn’t set him on fire but, if he’s not careful, something might wind up ablaze and he’d be left with ashes of something probably very important.

The click of her lighter and the flame dancing shadows on her pretty face was a little unnerving, but to show that was not an option whatsoever. He just smiled coolly at her, waiting with bated breath for her to close it.

His sigh of relief was short lived as she made her way to his desk, eyes selecting their prey. The clunk of “Through the Looking Glass” falling on the floor made him laugh, probably a little too hard with the daggers threatening to slice him in her look. But it was funny, it’s always funny, how these little things did the trick.

It annoyed him, which is probably why he laughed; he was irritated with himself for being annoyed by it.

“You know I don’t talk about my students with you, sweetie,” he said with a grunt, shuffling his papers together more. “I can’t have you going around telling grades before I’ve finished. Besides, I’d only tell you she did excellent because it would bother you.” He raised a brow to her back, blinking slowly.

“Hey, come here. I need a break from work.” He set the folders on top of a pile of books, clearing a place for her to sit in front of him. “I’ll keep my hands to myself it that’s what you want. Though, considering why you came… I think not…”

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breakable - woobin

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[mghxwoobin]

The texts were amusing for Woobin. Most of the time he only teased because it would get a rise out of Shinhye. When she was annoyed with him, she’d storm into his office or apartment, and he’d be able to see her.

Sometimes he was serious about the sex (very serious). Sometimes he wasn’t. It didn’t matter because they never stayed angry at each other for too long. She’d yell at him, brood for a while, but she always came back. He’d ignore her, avoid her (which, she’d yell at him for), but he always went back to her. It was a game that would never end, a game that was too fun to end.

He hadn’t been serious this time (though he wouldn’t turn down her pretty mouth if she wanted to because she was talented with her tongue). He wanted to be humorous more than anything, but she gave him a reaction and he went along with it. 

His desk wasn’t actually cleaned off; it was piled with books for his classes, books for his reading pleasure, books for research. He had his files for his classes filled with his student’s papers and his lesson notes neat in front of him, red pen between his teeth as he read over a decent essay about how Shakespeare’s allusions to religion in “Merchant of Venice” added more comedic effect to Shylock’s downfall for an audience that believed in the New Testament.

He glanced up when the door swung open, smiling at the sight of the irritated women, dark hair cascading over her probably-steaming ears, eyes almost sharp enough to kill.

“That isn’t what you say every time you’re on it.” His eyes darted back to the paper, his curled in a hidden smirk. “I’m grading papers but you can suck if you’d like, while I finish…” His voice was light, taunting. He finished the paragraph he was on, marking his spot with a small star from his pen. He tucked the essay back into it’s appropriate folder before clicking the pen closed. He put it in the cup on the desk that housed the rest of his pens and pencils

“How rude of me. I will give your mouth full attention, I promise.” He leaned back in his chair, head cocked. He pat his lap a few times, a silent invitation for her to come over and sit in the only place she’s allowed in the small closet of an office.

[mghxwoobin]

[ text → othellno ] You'd be at my door in a week. I'm not buying that. [ text → othellno ] If I go its not because you're getting a blow job [ text → othellno ] So don't even try it.

[ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] Oh, I see. [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] You just want my cock. [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] 5 minutes and you better be wet. [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] My desk is cleared off. 

[mghxwoobin]

[ text → othellno ] If I go to your office its to bring you some water so you don't die from that dehydration you got. [ text → othellno ] Why is this literally the first thing you think?

[ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] Not office hours. Porn time. [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] You know you like it. You want it. [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] 8 minutes left. I’m locking the door. [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] A second after and I’ll never lick your tits again[ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] Or anything else on your body for that matter.[ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] 7.5…… tick tock

[mghxwoobin]

[ text → othellno ] Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind? Wanting to start again?

[ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] Stop being deep unless it’s your throat on my cock. [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] My office in ten so you can show me how deep you go? [ text → Lady MacBack That Ass Up ] I won’t say please this time. See you soon.

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