homework + the bumblebee (taemin)
By the time statistics class comes around on the thirteenth, Kyungsoo could hardly sit up, much less pay attention to the familiar jumble of sigma x-bar minus x-sub-i blah blah whatever. His bandaged hands provided little support as his notes came out in crooked, clunky imitations of the letters he meant to write. Instead, he stuck to equations and the twists and turns of greek letters.
Yet, about mid-class, he threw in the towel and focused instead on the neat handwriting of the boy beside him. Kyungsoo recognized the other from class but he couldn’t quite put a name to the face and blamed his own absence the week prior. Rather than address the boy outright, Kyungsoo let the pen in his bandaged fingers slip across the glossy pages of the textbook to the floor with a clatter.
“Shit,” he murmured to himself as he looked from his fingers to the black pen that not lay beneath Taemin’s desk.
{ mghxtaemin }