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Don’t worry man, you haven’t known me very long but I can already tell you can be a good bro for the Kris man.
Oh -- well, ah, I'm glad that you think so. Thank you?
The students, eh? Well Kris is a cool guy I’m sure I can make them love me you feel?
Um... yeah, sure. I'm sure that you've got it covered. What's not to like?
Aish, I had heard this school was the best in the city? I feel so betrayed.
Well, in terms of the curriculum it is. It's, uh, more the students that are the problem. So, you didn't hear completely wrong.
I'm the Real Teacher
Chanyeol loved art class, it seemed like the only time in the school day he found peace. The art class is his safe haven, a place he could spend all day and night in. He walked into the class with his bag slung over his shoulder, its contents filled with art supplies. He didn’t like the old and ruined art supplies the school provided, so he always brought his own to class. He nodded his head slightly to the teacher in respect, making his way over to his seat. He sat towards the back of the class, finding the slightly more private area much more relaxing to work in. He pulled out all his brushes, pencils, and other tools he normally used in this class.
He felt so relaxed in his seat, right next to the big open window, a light breeze flowing into the classroom. Chanyeol didn’t even pay any mind when someone sat next to him, Suho he believed his name was. He had sat next to him all year, but Chanyeol never bothered with actually talking to Suho much. The most he ever spoke to the other was maybe to ask a question every now and then, or answer one of Suho’s.
Chanyeol only woke up from his happy daze when the teacher posted the assignment for the day on the board. It was something novice and simple, sculpting some form of animal or plant life. Chanyeol found it way too easy, walking over and grabbing a block of clay. As soon as he got his metal sculpting tool out, he began his work.
He slowly began to mold the clay, a deer in mind. He only stopped for a moment to look over his work, his eyes wandering over to Suho. He felt his jaw tighten a little as he watched Suho work, the strokes of his hand holding the tool all wrong. He tried to ignore it, but seeing that just drove Chanyeol crazy. He took one large deep breathe, turning towards Suho. “You’re doing wrong.” He told him in an irritated tone, “If you keep doing it like that you’re not going to get anywhere.” He felt his fist clench, trying to resist the urge to lean over, and take the tool from Suho’s hand.
If he were to be completely honest with himself - or with anyone, for that matter - Suho would definitely have to admit that Art wasn't exactly his favorite subject. It hadn't been back when he was a child and he had been given paints and a blank sheet of paper to express his 'creativity', it hadn't been at his previous school when he and his classmates had been thoroughly educated on several of the world's greatest artists, and unsurprisingly it certainly wasn't a class that he spent the majority of morning looking forward to now.
This wasn't necessarily to say that Suho lacked an appreciation for the Arts. It was quite the contrary as he did genuinely admire people who actually held a talent for this particular area of expertise. Rather, it was more so due to the fact that Suho lacked the skill that was necessary to ace any assignment that he was given -- something that had been the problem from the minute that he'd walked through the doors to this classroom on day one. He was supposed to be good with his hands, though, and perhaps that's what made this more frustrating than anything else. Well, that and the fact that he didn't really handle getting poor grades all too well...
He'd known immediately that he hadn't been going about the sculpting process properly. Nothing about what he happened to be doing looked or felt the way that he was sure that it was meant to, and so he was beyond positive that if he continued going down the road that he was, this project was bound to be a failure before he even thought to turn it in to the instructor. There wasn't any need whatsoever to point his obvious flaws out to him, but...
He's a giant with seemingly little to no self-restraint. Please don't do anything that might get your neck snapped on the way back to the dorms. "Oh, I'm aware..." Suho began, frowning heavily at the clay currently being held between his hands. "Unfortunately sculpting isn't really my forte... something that I'm sure you've noticed"
I really hope that’s not sarcasm, bro.
I really hate to disappoint you, but it sort of is. I mean, it's not all bad, but... I guess that kind of depends on who you decide to spend your free time with around here.
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Alright! Question #1: How long have you been playing soccer?
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I didn't really start until I was about twelve, but I haven't stopped playing since. Your question... Do you have any hobbies that you enjoy besides playing soccer?
No, I mean no as in that didn’t happen. No, n. o., nein, niet. Do I have to say it in a few more languages for you to get it, or…? I’m going to just leave now, thanks.
(/stares blankly) No, I’m good. I don’t need this turning into a language lesson. I’m going to tickle you if you don’t tell me right now. I mean business.
Well, if that's the case then why don't you just let me leave? I'd hate to actually have to teach you anything. You're completely insane, aren't you?
coffee shop
At the confirmation to her practically inviting herself to sit with the stranger, Jieun pulls the opposite chair out and takes a seat, making sure to cross her legs as she does so and smooth out any wrinkles her clothing may have acquired in the process. With the cup set down on the table in front of her, she tries to make conversation - it would be rude of her to just invade someone’s time and space without any intentions.
She clears her throat lightly to try and get the other’s attention, offering a soft smile and shaking her head in response to his words, “That’s not a problem at all.” Her right hand raises itself onto the table in attempt of a greeting, “My name’s Jieun, and I think I’ve seen you in some of my classes, if not all of them.” Once they were both introduced, she continues trying to keep the conversation going for the sake of having some sort of company while she was here, “So, what’s a handsome lad like you doing here all alone, hm?”
"Well then, Jieun, it's a pleasure to meet you." Suho began, choosing to set his book aside for the time being in order to better continue their conversation. If this girl were actually attempting to get to know him, it would be pretty rude of him to not do the same for her. "I'm Suho... and I'm very sorry, but I don't completely recognize you. Please don't take it personally -- I honestly still can't recognize the majority of the people in any of my classes."
A soft chuckle then followed upon hearing the next words to leave Jieun's mouth. "Handsome?" Joonmyun wasn't bad looking, but he certainly wouldn't go that far. There were quite a few far more attractive men walking around campus than him. He knew. He'd sort of been paying attention... "Uh... I always come here alone, actually. This place is relaxing, I think. It's definitely a nice change in comparison to the dorms, at least." He paused to take a sip of his espresso. "That and I don't really know anyone well enough yet to ask if they'd enjoy tagging along. What about yourself? You're here alone as well, aren't you?"
A blackout? But I don't even feel comfortable sleeping without a light on...
Mm, no. You’re not really my type. I’d really rather not.
You still looked. Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad. You already labeled me an asshole.
No, I mean no as in that didn't happen. No, n. o., nein, niet. Do I have to say it in a few more languages for you to get it, or...? I'm going to just leave now, thanks.
Well, then I guess that the same could be said for you. I don’t know. Because you’re kind of an asshole, maybe?
I’ve caught you looking at me before while I was getting changed. I think I’m justified. What does that have to do with being innocent? Come on, there’s something you’re not telling me.
Mm, no. You're not really my type. I'd really rather not.
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I’m not even going to bother continuing… If you actually listened to yourself speak, I think you’d know.
Guilty until proven innocent. (/grins) I still don’t get it though. What does how I talk have to do with innocence?
Well, then I guess that the same could be said for you. I don't know. Because you're kind of an asshole, maybe?
I guess that it would be difficult to tell with us changing in the same locker room before and after practices. I’ve met you.
You make it sound like I look at you while you’re changing. Besides, that doesn’t mean much. You could hide in a bathroom stall. What’s that supposed to mean.
I'm not even going to bother continuing... If you actually listened to yourself speak, I think you'd know.
Well, you didn’t specify and I was beginning to worry about your mental stability. There’s not a molecule within your being that’s capable of making it into Heaven, so I wouldn’t exaggerate.
I’d assume you know what I mean, though. Unless there really is a concern for you to be pregnant. (/raises a brow) Are you secretly a girl dressing like a guy? How would you even know in the first place, huh. You have no proof.
I guess that it would be difficult to tell with us changing in the same locker room before and after practices. I've met you.