#wyjodi

[wyxshin]

@wyjodi

Working with kids bring pleasure to Shin that he doesn't seem to feel exhaustion despite the long hours that he has to spend with them from Monday to Friday. It was already Friday afternoon and most kids have left already. He checks his watch and takes off his apron. Folding it neatly to place in his bag. Shin sees Jodi walk into the small classroom which was a mess since the kids who went home late played to their heart's content under Shin's watchful eyes. 

“Did they all go home safely?” He asks, dusting his jeans as he stood up. He looks over the toys and laughs awkwardly, he doesn't want to trouble Jodi with cleaning up so he was planning to clean before he leaves. “Ah, the kids played till their parents came to pick them up. I couldn't say no. They were too adorable.” Shin explains, walking over the toys and putting them back in their rightful baskets. He glances at Jodi once again. 

“I'll clean this up. Don't let this keep you from your other engagements. It's Friday, after all. You should go have fun too.”

[chxonsa]

          A mop in his hand, as he scrubs away at the hallway. someone had thrown up a bunch of carrots here, earning nothing but a disgusted groan from his throat, a black mask stretching across his features, an apron secured around his waist as he mopped away. the sign warning about the wet flooring up a few metres from the scene of the crime. he mops, angrily mumbling to himself, ❝ fucking stupid... asshole... vomiting everywhere... ❞. upon doing so, he could hear the continuous mutters of passing by students, catching some staring at him in the corner of his eyes. he briskly turns to them, lips tugged to a vexed expression, ❝ what the hell are you staring at?! don’t you have better things to do like class?! ❞ an irritated huff leaving him, the students’ whispers only intensifying, earning another frown that pulls across his brows.

as he turns back around he finds, ( @wyjodi ) stepping within the perimeter of his cleaning territory. eye twitches as he throws his mop, which lands at his feet. ❝ yah! are you blind? can’t you see the sign? ❞ a sigh leaving him, hand raises to massage at his temples. ❝ this school is filled with idiots... ❞ he mumbles to himself.