( ✰ ANIMALS )
@yfjisu
❰ what’s wild to you?
wild, he supposes—is waking up at three in the afternoon; it is showing up to classes ten minutes late on exam day; it’s showing up with a half bottle of soju coursing in his blood and a craving for something else lingering at the edges of his mind. but jung jaewon is only brave enough to stand outside the door, tapping idle fingers against his thighs before he turns away and glances down the empty hall.
only after a full five minutes does he begin to walk, making a steady path toward the solitude of the library—a common enough place to find people napping between the more obscure aisles. and this is where he goes, nursing the beginnings of a headache and a near-empty water bottle between slender fingers.
non-fiction is where he goes, closest the auto-biographies of past presidents and movie stars—
though he doesn’t expect company.
what he finds, however, is some semblance of it; presented in the form of a girl dozing between the shelves with an open book on sprawled across her thighs. her eyes flutter; her fingers twitch and jaewon takes his time in approaching—in finding himself a place near the opposite side, just before he clears his throat.
“ is this spot taken? “ ❱
( * she wasn’t made for studying.
it was possibly a prime reason as to why jisu didn’t get an invite into baek ho, despite the wealth behind her stepfather’s corporation, she just wasn’t good at it. of course, it doesn’t mean that jisu was stupid, just average -- and not particularly motivated to excel in academics.
her mother, in fact, was advocate for excelling with one’s body--but perhaps not in the way that jisu chose, more so through a body against another’s than anything else. but she’s always been nuts anyway.
evidently, it was kyungbae’s wealth that scored her a spot in sunhwa, and though she might have been rich, money could only go so far. meaning that jisu probably should be attempting more in salvaging her gpa average.
but, point in case, when she’s already dozing on the floors of the library, she wasn’t made for studying.
there’s no saying when she dozed off, jisu couldn’t even be sure if it herself, only vaguely awake to jolt and look “busy” whenever she hears steps before dozing off again. of course, she never expected someone to talk to her.
and here she jolts, fingers twitching as she hastily lifts a hand to wipe at her mouth, lashes fluttering while dazed eyes lift to meet the gaze of another’s, cheeks flushing slightly at being caught sleeping ( it wasn’t like she was the only one in the world who does it -- but who the hell knowingly wakes someone like that? ). )
“ uh--well i can’t really say anything now, now that you’re here, huh. “
( * amusement, as one would have it, peeks through the bit of sarcasm coloring her words, all whilst jisu--maybe a bit frantically--tries to gather her composure once again. )
“ sure? “
