➷ 　classroom.

@⁰¹ franco m. god, she loved this class.

saerom pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her proud nose, her hand swift over the page of her notebook. it was only a few weeks into the semester and it was almost filled to the brim; messy with leaflets, articles, journal printouts and a thousand and one random thoughts about matter and anti-matter and many more things she could only fathom. she was an examplar student, and she sought to thrive in everything; but this class was special if she wanted to delve into astrophysics later. she didn't care if she had a little bit of a rep as a teacher's pet, neither if people called her a nerd.

her rushed scribbling took a halt, the word she was jotting down barely even legible. dark gaze found the foreign face through the lenses of her glasses, brow raised in incredulity at the quite bold request. the foreign dude said it with as much innocence as he could manage but saerom knew his kind a bit too well; trouble. but she knew how to play trouble, didn't she? with an equally sweet grin, she leaned forward on her forearms, placing her pen down just as her lips parted, a conspiratoral whisper in voice, the soothing lilt of english perfect on her tongue.

"$100 per subject and homework and you do everything i say. no less, so take it or leave it."

@⁰¹ gahyeon l. @⁰¹ franco m. there was a certain kind of heavy-eyed yet restless tedium that came with taking summer classes, most notably under an all encompassing heat that had yet to disperse even after the first few september breezes had blown by. nancy who's social inclinations and attention span were driven by her outward comfort, had fallen victim to the unrelenting potency of that heatwave and took matters into her own hands, sneaking in a handheld electric fan in her satchel bag and briefly taking cooling gusts to her face while the social theory professor drummed up an unbearably long introduction about his years in the profession and how his aspirations were to encourage the students to delve into theoretical thinking through collaborative methods.

her expression seemed rather unfocused and her overall demeanor was withdrawn, albeit making effort to understand his scholastic jargon but the only words she /could/ make out were when the professor finally drew three names from a jar, realizing then that the students were going to be split into groups in order to submit work projects for the remainder of that syllabus.

"franco masini, gahyeon lee and nancy mcdonie, you three will make up group #8 our last group. and remember everyone, please make an effort to exceed my expectations and most importantly- use your creative means of expression to drive your points, powerpoints are essential for visual but presentation is key! alright? your homework for today is to get to know your partners and generalize 10 socially conscious key points from 5 countries you believe are best for the ongoing global environmental crisis, your grades will mirror how well you work as a team! that's all for today, class dismissed."

silently jotting down a few notes on her journal before beginning to gather her things, she pauses as if to consider the familiarity of one of the aforementioned names before craning her neck outward, scanning the room as if to spot 'gahyeon' before she recognizes the girl from the locker room she had just met a few days prior, a pleasant sigh of relief washing over her fennec features before she raises her arm and meekly waves at her, mouthing a small 'hi'.

@⁰³ saerom l. If someone were to ask Franco how he, a music major, wound up partaking in a physics class, he wouldn’t know what to say past a passive shrug of his shoulders. However, words weren’t needed to tell another how incredibly bored he is; fingers drumming themselves idly atop his desk as his form lazily slinks further down his chair, casting particularly dull glances around the classroom. Rather than paying mind to the professor’s droning lecture Franco mentally questions people’s genuine interest in the subject; lack of understanding- dualed with an absence of caring- puts a personal staple on the feeling that physics is not for him.

` Wonder if I could bribe the staff into freeing me from this class… ‘, he muses as a piece of paper gets placed in front of him. An immediate headache crashes at the forefront of his brain upon inspection and suddenly the idea he had couldn’t have sounded better– especially when the assignment is due tomorrow!

Deemed impossible solely due to not being attentive yet that doesn’t stop Franco from venting his complaints under a string of Spanish mutters. That is, until a light bulb switches on inside his head which automatically brings his posture back upright, leaning forward to speak a hushed, accented, innocent command in English to the student seated in front of him. “ Hey, do my homework for me. I’ll pay you. “

@⁰³ seulgi k. his smile stays unchanging as seulgi approaches closer, giving a small nod to her introduction and then a wave of the hand at her next words. "it's fine, you weren't really that late." yeonjun receives the clothing and begins to inspect it with his eyes, humming slightly as he does. "if you'd feel more comfortable here, feel free to be around. it'd probably be best for you to do so anyway." he gazes over at the girl for a moment as he speaks, "to be honest, i got your name and the fact that you were going to stop by with clothes.. i'm not sure exactly why you're here." his gaze then focuses back on the fabric in front of him, lightly feeling it and carefully moving it around so his eyes can glance over it all. "you said adjustments, so the changes needed must be small, and the dress itself seems in good condition.. so are we looking at fitting? if so i'll probably need to take your measurements.." yeonjun's voice is more of a mumble as he goes through the steps once again in his mind.

@⁰³ yeonjun c. receiving a warm smile from the other student, her own lips stretches into one of her own, arms hugging the dress closer to herself as she makes her way towards him. "hi, yeah. the name's seulgi," she replies, words sounding a little breathless when the trek she took had finally weighed down on her shoulders, "sorry if i came in a little later, by the way, i admit i got a little lost on my way here." once she hands him the bundle, she massages her lower arms, eyeing the purple dress that is now in his possession then to his person, inquisitive irises shining with curiosity. "i hope you don't mind if i stay here a little bit while you work, it's going really crazy back at the auditorium that i requested to be let out to take some breather," seulgi adds on, the confession sounding a little lame in her head now that she had voiced it out in front a stranger who might not appreciate her presence while he worked. she's had those days after all— and if he declines, she doesn't mind that, too. she'd be embarrassed... but she'll be able to live with it.

@⁰³ seulgi k. yeonjun always likes to be preoccupied, as it stops him from thinking about and doing things that he.. really shouldn't be. so when he heard that his department got a request to handle some costumes, yeonjun was the only one to eagerly offer his services. not like anybody else would after knowing that he was eying it. it was an unstated fact in their year that yeonjun is the student with the best eye for fashion, both in style and measurement. it's a win-win, extra practical experience and less time to sit still and overthink for him, and this student is getting the best service possible. the loud shut noise of a door takes him out of his thoughts, and he turns around to face the newly-entered girl. yeonjun is usually quiet at first himself, but the hesitant speech of the girl in front of him causes him to bite the bullet and try to be very open to her. it helps that they're in a comfortable situation too, right in front of one of yeonjun's passions. he can ignore any amount of awkwardness to do his work properly. he waves at the girl with a soft smile on his face. "that would be me." he says as he eyes the girl up and down, his gaze landing on her closely-held dress. "seulgi, right? i got the run-down already. feel free to hand over your dress to begin with, i should probably get a good look at it first.."

@⁰³ yeonjun c. seulgi doesn't remember counting the seconds as she stands outside the double doors of the classroom in front of her. however, it takes (precisely) seven seconds before she braves on holding the metal latch, her other arm holding a bundle of fabric that happens to be her costume for this year's recital. one would assume that something trivial like this is supposed to be taken care of by another in her department, but she needed some air. she wanted to get out of there. and if she doesn't try to distract herself with something else (like personally requesting the student written on the paper she's crumpled in her hand to do adjustments on her costume), she might end up blowing a steam on an innocent bystander— and she refuses to do that. kang seulgi doesn't act like that. so, here she is, pushing the door open with her shoulder and holding her dress closer to her chest, eyes giving the room a once over until it lands on a hunched back of a student whom she's expected to see. hearing the muffled whirl of the metal door closing behind her, seulgi peeks at the boy, then down her palm to reread the scribbled name on the piece of paper. "um, choi yeonjun...?" she starts, hesitation dripping on her words, "i was sent here for my costume adjustments."

@⁰⁴ jinsoul j. only twenty minutes had passed since class started and jeonghan was already bored out of his mind, the professor’s voice drowning into a dull mumble within his head. he didn’t hate this particular class — but he didn’t exactly care for it either. he was an art major. one that had a more concrete focus on painting and drawing — not architectural design. despite this, he still needed the extra credits to be able to graduate on time next semester, so he decided last minute that he would just suffer through the class. at least he was able to carry his drawing pad with him wherever he went. digging the medium sized sketch book out of his book bag, he placed it upon his desk, a few art pencils laying to the right of him. picking one of them up, he flipped through the pages of the book, searching for the piece that he had been working on for the past few days. when he reached it, he paused, his gaze trailing along the drawing as if he was studying it. he wondered if it was obvious that it was a sketch of a student within the class, despite the drawing itself not having to do with a classroom setting. within the drawing, a dark haired female stood in the midst of a flower field, a dark dress flowing around her slender form as a pair of wings, large and beautiful, extended from the middle of her spine. expelling the remainder of the noise from around him, jeonghan began to lose himself within the drawing, his pencil gliding across the page with ease, time ticking away rapidly as it always did whenever he was heavily distracted.