university

Erin wandered around the campus, trying to figure out where the auditorium was. She glanced over her brochure, hoping to have a better visualization of what she was looking for, but unfortunately it was no better. She sighed deeply as she walked through the halls. "Where the hell is that auditorium?" She muttered under her breath with a pout. "It has to be around here somewhere." She turns around, going over everything again to see if she missed anything. She turned and went to the north wing, only to realize that the auditorium was right beside her the whole time. "How awesome Erin. You are a genius." She rolled her eyes and went right inside, silently praying that she wont get detention for going in late.

@park chaeyoung ᶠ Chanyeol had a brow raised upon the sight of his younger sister, who seemed to be juggling many things. Her hectic life had always been a discussion between Chanyeol, her and their mother. Chanyeol usually got into the lecture because throughout his entire collegiate years, Chanyeol never stressed. But that was because Chanyeol was born with a much higher IQ and better memory than most, and was in college when he was 14. He was always the model child for his classmates and of course, his sister. Chanyeol wouldn't be surprised if she despised him for that.

"I'm the disappointment?" Chanyeol said, in his usual monotone voice, but with a hint of irritation. "You're the college student that has the need to babysit her older brother, who's a college professor and a grown man." He sighed, shaking his head and turning his attention back to his papers and his sandwich, intent on finishing his own lunch before inspecting the one that was thrown in front of him. What can he say? He's human. Free food.

"My life is a product of all that is despair. I thought you figured that out?" He looked up and gave her an exaggerated, cheeky grin. Dropping it quickly, he rolled his eyes and looked back at his papers. "My students are either completely ignorant or I'm a mediocre teacher, or both. This is my second red pen."

@park chanyeol ᵐ Juggling her lunch, purse, books, and another packed lunch for her brother, Chaeyoung struggled to climb up the stairs to her brother's classroom without being able to drop a loose piece or a pen here and there. Her uncomfortable boots didn't help either, but what can you say - beauty is pain. She finally reached the classroom's door without spontaneously combusting, and before she made her way in, the clumsy student immediately tidied herself up, by expertly balancing all of her belongings and slapping a sly grin on her face. She didn't need to give her brother one more reason to tease or lecture her on her hectic life.

With her arms full of her school materials and more, Chaeyoung shoved the door aside with her foot, and strutted her way in with the most obnoxious face she could ever pull off. She adored turning every single one of her moves into something that would annoy her beloved brother. However, the sly grin didn't last long. It soon turned into a disappointed frown, as her eyes took in the surrounding area of the individual before her. A limp sandwich in one hand, and an ugly red pen in the other.

"You're such a disappointment" she muttered. Without another glance, Chae walked over and dropped the second lunch she had packed earlier this morning for him, on top of the stack of his graded papers which were scribbled all over with his traces of red. Plopping herself down in the chair across from him, she opened up her own lunch that was obviously packed with time and care unlike the sandwich across from her. "Can your life get any sadder?"

@park chaeyoung ᶠ A sigh had been released from Chanyeol's lips as he looked at the clock. It was lunch time, and unlike the other professors in the place, Chanyeol spent this time in the confides of his classroom, reviewing papers and assignments, eating the sandwich he hastily prepared this morning, since no idiot bothered to tell him that there was a meeting in the morning, a meeting between some of the science department people, and of course he was one of them. His sandwich was sloppy and simple, but it was food, nonetheless.

He leaned forward in his desk, careful not to get crumbs on the paper, and used his red pen well. So many students in this class had been failing these days, and Chanyeol hadn't the faintest idea why. Maybe it was his teaching? He was never fit to be a professor, as he argued, but the University insisted, and here he was. The lonely, peculiar robotics professor that nobody really thought of outside of work, not that he had a life outside of work.

He ate silently for a few minutes, lunch was long, and his food was short, but this was how it always was. He continued, until, the door to his classroom was shoved open, and he looked up, and while it may have startled most, Chanyeol wasn't one to get scared. He looked up, and there she was, in all her glory and unwelcome, his sister.