#daesays.

[sgndaeryong]

@sgnxriya

“I think one of those students has a crush on you. He keeps talking about how nice your shoulders look.”

“Well, I can’t blame him. I do have nice shoulders.” 

[sgndaeryong]

there are four sticky notes on your desk, some in black marker, some in sparkly glitter pen. the blue one reads, 'ωᖾᥲt ᥲɾᥱ ყoᥙɾ oƒƒɩᥴᥱ ᖾoᥙɾ⳽? ɩຕ ᑯყɩᥒɠ ᖾᥱɾᥱ.' the pink one reads, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆? 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, a pale green one reads, ᴡʜᴀᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ﹖, and lastly the yellow one reads, ᥕᥲffᥣᥱs or ρᥲᥒᥴᥲkᥱs?

Arriving early to anything wasn’t in his repertoire. He was either late or strangely on time behind the last of his grad students calmmering into their seats. He’d like to think his poor attendance was justified because one of the last things he wanted to feel was disappointment towards students later than he was. This gave them the opportunity to be better than him and if they weren’t it was unacceptable. Later than him also meant distraction and If there was anything that Daeryong hated it was being interrupted by the sound of a door opening in the far back. It would disrupt his lecture and further imply that their interest didn’t lie with the course description of the class. He would make them his personal target for the remainder of the class period even if they shed tears. The first rule of being a lawyer, don’t be a fucking idiot. When he arrived in class, it was only a few minutes past his regular start time. He would have been on time if it wasn’t for the fact he just didn’t want to be because the look on Juniel’s face when he walked in late gave him a sense of satisfaction. He’d smile at her with his sunglasses slipped into the pockets of his new suit while he headed over to his desk to see what she had left out for him. When he noticed the notes there was a raise in his eyebrow. He hadn’t expected to receive any kind of notes like this but considering he rarely ever checks his emails he would accept these as clever ways to get his attention. If he knew who had placed them, he’d give them a few extra points for today’s assignment. Pity. He lifts the blue sticky note and raises it up to his curious students. “My office hours are on the syllabus. If you bothered to read it, you would have known. Don’t ask stupid questions. You’re a fucking graduate student. Be responsible.” The paper gets crumbled into his fist and dropped on the ground. He raises the pink one. “I don’t read my emails but you expect me to call you when you didn’t even leave your name? What if you’re ugly? Do I look like the type who has time to play with people like this? Try again, princess.” Another note crumbled and tossed to the ground. He raises the green one, “Take your philosophical bullshit out of my lecture hall. I’m already tired.” Crumbled. Tossed. The last one at least manages to get him to view the note with an approving gaze. The yellow one is raised, “Waffles are good when they are crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside. My sister-in-law makes good waffles.” This one he leaves stuck to his desk. “Now that we’ve covered that, Juniel is going to pass back your quizzes. Did any of you even study? How did you even make it to graduate school?”

[sgndaeryong]

do you have any favorite students?

Yes. ( ‘ stuffing his hand in a bag of xxtra hot Cheetos thinking to himself how disgusting these are. ) If you ever hear a professor tell you that they don’t have favorites, its a goddamn lie. ( ‘ tosses one into his mouth ) Yeah, see, I still don’t like these. ( ‘ continues to eat them anyway ) Professors make it obvious. Can you take a guess who mine are? Starts with Gi -- ends with Kwang. The other starts with Seung and ends with Ah.

[sgndaeryong]

@sgnxgikwang

He packed his bag, stuffed in towel and water bottle and looked over to the older man, after asking a casual question. Gikwang had seen Daeryong and Riya interact before, and as he heard the other saying that the men around were just idiots or kids, so he was wondering if there was something going on between the two of them. Riya was a beautiful, independent and strong woman, Daeryong a handsome and nice guy. Who knows if they could hit it off together. “Oh, sorry… Celebrity noona is my nickname for her. I mean Riya-noona. I’ve seen you talking to her the other day.” The younger dancer beamed a bright smile at the older male, hoping to hear some good news. If his friends could be happy, he as well was happy as well. “She is pretty, isn’t she?” He came closer and nudged the side of his dance coach.

“Ah, okay okay.” He didn’t know that Riya was that popular to even get a title like that -- but then again, Daeryong wasn’t exactly paying attention to what the undergraduates were up to. He spent his time counseling angsty graduates with an undergraduate mindset -- so perhaps it really was just the same thing. The nudge came as a surprise, cocking a brow at the student’s direction before letting out a minor snort. “Yeah, she’s gorgeous. I keep asking her to marry me but she refuses. I don’t know what it is, Gikwang. I try but that woman just loves playing hard to get.” Of course, it was all a lie and he was merely joking around. He did actually find her beautiful though. “Do you want to give your coach advice? What do you think will make her love me?”

[sgndaeryong]

Let’s continue @sgnxriya!

“Careful or else I’ll be under the impression you’re trying to court me.” Riya teased, winking in his direction mischievously. “Come on, you can tell me anything. Why are you here? Free lunch? A plus one? Cuddle buddy? What?”

“You say that as if that’s a bad thing? Who wouldn’t want a foreign beauty as a wife? At least I could say that I one up’d my brother.” A laugh came with his comment. The laughter reaching his eyes and creating a pleasant look of happiness on his face. “Well...” Daeryong starts, looking off to the side for a moment. “I need you to do me a favor.” Clears throat. “Babysit the dance team for me tonight.”

[sgndaeryong]

thoughts on student/teacher relationships?

Graduate students, maybe. Undergrads? You guys can barely deal with each other let alone actual adults -- but it’s none of my business. I’ll be there when your freshly graduated high school asses end up in court with a restraining order because you’re young and stupid and think it’s love to show risque-photos and text messages of the professor that broke up with you to everyone on social media and putting their job in jeopardy. ( ‘ snort, getting sent off to sit at the table to clear him from the bar ) 

[sgndaeryong]

Dating between professors? Yes or nah?

Listen, we’re allllllllllllll consenting adults, okay? If we wanna fuck up our jobs by dating each other and throwing our baggage around until we break up and make faculty meetings awkward, then let’s do that. ( ‘ somehow persuaded someone to buy them a beer after he was cut off by the bartender ) It’s none of my business until you hire me or you date me. Just sayin’.

[sgndaeryong]

Am I your favorite dance student? Yes or yes? :>

Oh-- ( ‘ inhales through his teeth, obviously drunk as he tosses his arm around Gikwang’s shoulders and pulls him in. ) Yes. Yes, you are. Feel free to tell everyone that. Hell, I’ll tell them myself. ( ‘ idly pinching the younger’s cheek with a light hold between his fingers and gently pulls ) Make sure you tell Taejoon that.