hushed is jaewon as he makes his way down the corridors of the literature department ㅡ and it’s unfamiliar, new territory that he wouldn’t have thought about trespassing on a mere few weeks ago. but upon getting tired of the same old books, the same old diagrams, explanations, it’s no surprise that his mind starts to wander to other majors that he could have taken, what he could have succeeded in. the idea of taking literature leaves him with an odd feeling in his stomach, like it’s something he’s done before but just can’t remember. and the strictness that’s been placed on him by his father, the shame of not wanting to do medicine is always prominent in his mind which is why his cheeks burn with shame and he dips his head, hood pulled over his hair to not be recognized as he stops in front of professor xinya’s office. he knocks, waits patiently for the ‘come in’ before he opens the door and shuts it deftly behind him, pulling his hood down. “um ㅡ sorry to disturb you, professor, but are you busy?”
@zhenxinya
