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[crocodilestreet]

AU : Tell me a fairytale - YSH & AJH

( + STARTER FOR … @sxderalis )

NERVOUSLY JAEHYUN HAD MADE HIS HALT IN FRONT of the classroom door. The view revealed to him through the few windows was everything but welcoming. He could see boys fighting from the other side, paper planes flew across the room and loud noise echoed even through the empty halls he stood in.

“Take it easy, Jaehyun. You’re their teacher. They won’t be able to do anything”, he muttered to himself to soothe the nervousness down. Reluctantly, he reached for the metal knob. Inhale. He pressed it down. Exhale. Jaehyun entered the room full of boys, and in an instant all noise numbed down. Instead he had plenty of curious eyes watching him as he made his way to the teacher’s desk.

Jaehyun set his bag down onto the table and pushed his glasses back with his finger at the middle.

Some boys had settled down by then, others only waited for a moment to explode and return to their previous activities. Jaehyun turned to the black board by now and with white chalk, wrote ‘Ahn Jaehyun’ as big and legible as he could. The white of the chalk on the dark green of the board had a strange contrast, and set the teacher right back to the time he had been a student himself. His knees felt weak and his stomach turned, but he could not present himself to the class like that, specially not to one filled with rowdies.

“I’m Ahn Jaehyun. I’ll be your class teacher from now on.” He sait once turned back around. Suddenly, laughter resounded from every single person in the room. Jaehyun felt like disappearing into the ground. He felt his cheeks heat up, but decided to take matters in his own hands rather than ask for help. The boys had returned to their former activities. The teacher took out the pile of papers out of his bag and slammed it onto the desk to maintain the students’ attention. His actions were in vain.

[crocodilestreet]

( + STARTER FOR … @damicchi )

BLOOD DRIPPED DOWN HIS FINGERS. Jaehyun felt light-headed and nauseous, and blamed in on the medication which arrived per mail to him this evening. Outside he could only hear sirens and found himself moving. The awful noise did not quiet down and when he moved a hand to his head, he was ordered not to move anymore. 

Only then he realised he was lying inside of an ambulance. Who had called it for him? Why was he being brought to hospital when exactly that should have been long prevented already? Auhorities knew about his strange case. Who exactly called?

Minutes later – or so it felt – he found himself lying in one of the rooms for private patients in the hospital. His hand had been treated. A bandage was wrapped around his forehead. Suddenly he could sense motion beside his bed. That was the only thing he could sense after a while and it left him furious. He was an attentive man with senses you’d think he was an actual fox rather than a person, thus he was mad to find his senses failed him. His body failed him.

Next to him stood a female in a white coat; a doctor.