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ofjiyoungs·:

she reached out forward for his pinky, letting her own link on to it before her thumb moved to find his. she was definitely making her point. although as soon as she pulled away, a small smile rested on her lips. she was finally reassured, and even though she really didn’t want to do it, she was ready. she had to at least try. “just.. no taking me into the middle otherwise i really will drown.” her fingers gently drummed against the fabric covering her stomach, letting out a small breath before she slowly shimmied into the water, immediately turning around to hold onto the edge again.

“do you really think knowing how to swim is valuable though? because i’ve been living fine all my life.” she was complaining and deflecting, something that was very unlike her, but it did just show how afraid she was. another deep breath in and out and she was reaching her arm out for him, obviously wanting to start and wanting it to be over and done with as quickly as possible. “let’s see how fast you can teach me because i already hate this.” jiyoung mumbled, still half clinging to the wall. “okay.. so what first?”

for as awful as it probably was, aléx couldn’t help but be a little amused by how afraid of the water jiyoung seemed to be. surely it was a genuine fear, but in water not much higher than two thirds of her height, the pool was hardly a threat to jiyoung. so, in hopes of lightening the mood, he expressed this. “it’s no danger to you while your feet are touching; actually, the benefit of learning as an adult is that the pool isn’t too much bigger than you like it is when you’re a kid.” he tried to reason, even though he knew it’d probably prove futile. “still though, i promise we’ll only take you to where you’re ready to go. i’m not trying to drown you on your first time in the water, i’m positive my training goes against all of that.”

still, he was fairly impressed that she’d actually managed to get inside the pool, so he figured he’d be a little nicer about it. “it’s a survival skill in case you ever end up in the water, and it’s easy exercise if you hate running— i promise it’s really not that hard. just, like; cup your hands and sway them back and forth like this. and kick your legs underwater like you’re riding a bicycle like this. see?” he demonstrated, hoping he was at least semi-decent of a teacher. “if you can do that, you’re treading water. and if you can’t, the ground is literally right underneath you.”

#↠ avec jiyoung ;#IM SORRY I DIED I PROMISE IM ALIVE AGAIN

drjckdnls·:

Jackson nodded, grateful that Aléx had coincidentally been there at the right time to help out. He never would’ve thought that he’d have to rely on a student for help with something like this, but he also wasn’t opposed to it. Jackson needed connections in South Korea. He had only recently moved here for this professor job and doesn’t have any of the connections you need to survive on your own like he did in Georgia. His only real connection here, other than his job, was his old friend and coworker, Aaron Ahn. Jackson felt like if Aléx did a good job on his bike, then he’d at least have a handyman he could count on, and hell, even a friend despite the unprofessionalism of it all.

“I really appreciate all of this. Especially the discount. Go ahead and call the tow, I’ll grab my stuff and catch a ride with you or the tow truck over to your shop. I might need to make a detour by my place though.” Jackson smiled, he still hadn’t forgotten about the whiskey calling his name at home, though he figured he might enjoy it more with a drinking buddy beside him. Before turning to pick up his bag he left on the curb beside him, Jackson looked at Aléx, “You don’t need to filter yourself by the way. It’s after my office hours, I’m not a professor right now.”

@mvnalx·

aléx did feel slightly more at ease the more professor daniels explained himself— generally, he was always one to try and keep professors on his good side, so he had no chance at fucking his future career up further. generally, his day to day delinquency provided enough risk in that department, anyway. “sounds like a plan; i’ll put it all back together and call my guy, and whatever else you need on the way is totally cool.” really, if not for the fact that his grades relied on a good relationship with the man, he had to admit that he was charmed by the rest of him, too. the southern accented english was a comfort, and definitely the looks were an asset; to be fair, he really wouldn’t mind spending the extra couple hours with the professor.

“hey uh, professor?” he began, as he started to reassemble the few parts of the bike he’d dismantled in the investigation process. “you’re pretty alright, you know? you seem like a decently cool dude, and you get bonus points for the harley. usually people in your field are a lot more uptight, but you’re not.”

#↠ avec jackson ;#blows u a kiss #remember when i wasnt TRASH

yuasper·:

Doing laundry was definitely one of Jasper’s least favourite chores. Cooking was great because you got to eat afterwards and with cleaning there was the satisfaction of seeing a clean space. But laundry? You have to wash your clothes, dry them, put them away and then it might take weeks or even months to wear that particular item of clothing again. Still you should wash it because you don’t know when you’re going to need it again. And there was the smell too, of course.

Admittedly it was also one of the times he missed the comfortableness of living with his parents. It’s a fact that clothes get dirtier way quicker when you have to do your own laundry and it suddenly doesn’t appear like you have infinite pairs of underwear when they don’t magically reappear in the closet.

The noise coming from his phone reminded Jasper that it was time to get his clothes out of the washing machine. When he saw that they weren’t in there anymore he was going to say thank you for taking some work off his shoulders. Except they were still wet.

“Uh, what were you planning on doing with my clothes?”

honestly, aléx was mostly prepared to sit here for the better part of a couple hours til his load had finished and he could get on with his life— he hated doing chores like this, and especially when the level of inconvenience only intensified. it’s not like he totally wanted to cause shit in the communal laundry room, but he had shit to do, and most of it was being anywhere but here.

however, as was always his luck (and especially today), it would appear that things would only get more complicated from there. of course, the owner of the wet laundry he’d haphazardly thrown on top of the laundry machines, had come to check on his clothes. shit then. it was gonna go like this today.

“to be frank, i’m pretty short on time, and yours was the unlucky load. i have literally nothing to wear tomorrow, and literally all the machines were full. i figured whoever had their stuff in here was just gonna have to deal til i’d finished.” he was rarely short of blunt and entirely honest when he was in a mood; surely he wouldn’t make friends by being a total asshole, but there was little he could do after the deed had already been done.

“really, both of our clothes are wet now, so there’s really no winning here. do you want like, two bucks for the soap i stole?”

#↠ avec jasper ;#im sorry this is so late lgkjsdklg i finally got motivation

negutivfeadbak

sideblogs suck but kijung (my new sehyoon oc) is over here and imma post a thing for him rn pls show him some love juseyo

#↠ ooc ;#since i cant follow anyone #til they follow me FIRST

ofjiyoungs·:

“i trust you.. i really do. but i don’t know how comfortable i am getting into a pool that is almost twice the size of me, when i could quite obviously drown and die.” jiyoung pouted, her legs simply dipping into the pool as she sat on the ledge. she had been all for this learning experience, but that was before she came face to face with the pool. “i get you’re qualified and everything, or about to be… but i don’t know if i can get in.” it was odd – for someone as active and adventurous as she was, swimming was just something that she never learned to do. as soon as she hit the water, she became frantic to get out of it, and it wasn’t like she had a bad experience as a kid. she just absolutely hated it. “pinky promise that you won’t let me die?” @mvnalx

this was possibly... fairly ambitious for aléx to take on, agreeing to teach jiyoung to swim. he wouldn’t deny that he was a star member of the university’s swim team, but generally he stuck to that rather than lifeguard duties. still, he figured it was a skill that would prove useful in anyone’s life, and that was enough to motivate him to help (along with his melting resolve when it came to denying her things).

reaching up to where jiyoung sat on the side of the pool, he offered his own pinky in affirmation. “pinky promise. if you start to feel like you’re losing control, you can literally just stand up— the benefit of learning how to swim as an adult. that, and i literally legally cannot let you die, so i promise nothing is gonna happen.”

aléxandre could barely remember when he himself had learned to swim, since it was something that came as naturally to him now as breathing air did, but he figured he’d have to try his best and be patient. “it’s less bad if you go in quick and all at once, but if you wanna take it slow, that’s your call.”

#↠ avec jiyoung ;#uwu lov u #sorry this was late kldj

very notably, there were two things about this night’s specific ghost hunt. first, as with at least half of them, they shouldn’t have been there in the first place; yongma land was generally open to the public during the day, but spirit activity was always easiest to find evidence of at night. second, aléx and juno definitely shouldn’t have been here after a few drinks together while they were about to do something illegal. nonetheless, no factors stopped the two as they arrived at the gates.

a bag full of equipment for the night at hand, aléxandre stared up at the barricade. “so we’ve got like, two options— either i bolt cut my way in, or we hop the fence.” he surveyed the area, at least having mind enough to check for potential cameras around. none were visible from his vantage point, which at least left them with more options.

“minding that we might get our asses kicked by that barbed wire, what could go wrong?” surely expensive equipment could be damaged or they could get caught for that matter, but a few beers in, those were the least of his worries.

@jvnoso ♡

#↠ avec juno ;#ur gonna pretend this wasnt shitty bc u lov me right #did u also know ur the love of my life and i would do anything including kill hundreds for u #bc its the truth

mintokkies

#↠ âme perdue ;

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#↠ rêveries ;

drjckdnls·:

“Well, you certainly seemed prepared,” Jackson eyed the toolbox Aléx had removed from his backpack. He didn’t question why it was in there in the first place since Aléx claimed to know how to fix vehicles.

“I’d really appreciate the help, and I promise I’ll pay you for the cost of labor plus any parts that may need to be replaced.” Jackson felt slightly more relieved, knowing he might be able to get his bike fixed within the next hour or so. That bottle of whiskey was calling his name, and who was he to deny it? Maybe he could even invite Aléx to join him for a drink if that wasn’t too unprofessional of him. If it was, Jackson could always look past a few mistakes on some homework. For some reason, money didn’t seem like enough for having a student give up their free time.

“I’m gonna stand over here, out of your way so you can do what you need to do. Let me know if I can give you a hand or something, but I know basically nothing about the mechanics of a motorcycle.” Jackson laughed at himself, it wasn’t his typical nature to let someone else fix his problems, but he just got that bike and doesn’t want to screw it up more by googling the issue. Taking a few steps back, Jackson watched Aléx intently.

@mvnalx·

after receiving conformation to touch professor daniels’ bike, aléx set to work at what he was good at. first, he did a once-over of the entire thing, to see if anything was disconnected or unscrewed. after seeing that nothing was visibly wrong, he figured it’d be a good idea to get a better look.

“i’m assuming—” he began to unscrew the back of the bike’s seat, taking a little extra care; he couldn’t afford a bad mark in this class, and he also didn’t particularly feel like starting bad relationships. gently, after he finished, he set the seat on the ground so as to look at the battery and its hookups.

“—that it has something to do with the battery, or your starter. nothing looks broken around the sides, and nothing is leaking or anything.” this, and none of the wires looked at all melted and frayed. still, he fiddled with a few wires, and disconnected the battery before reconnecting the wires attached— and yet, nothing when he turned the keys in the ignition.

hands on his hips, he sighed. “i can get us a tow to get it back to the shop and we can start with a battery to see if that’s the problem, but if not, we’ll get you a whole new starter; definitely at a discount, though. i’m not gonna make you pay full price for shi- er, bad luck.” quick to correct himself so as to not fuck up in front of the man in charge of his grades, he offered a small smirk. “you’re in luck, though; we’ve got the best shop in town.”