✦˖⁺ classroom。

@ᵒ daeil☀k。 [] that's alright^^ we can just continue like this

@ᵒ daeil☀k。 /slips the last item, my pencil case, into my bag before I zip it up and then gives my attention back to you again/
I will, don't worry. Not like I have much of a choice anyway cause you are the school councilor. /smiles up at you playfully/ That's good. You're a great teacher Mr. Kim so don't think that it's your fault. I've been like this in my Literature classes too and those are my favourite. /takes a seat on the desk, figuring I won't be leaving the class any time soon/ Well, this is how I talk to others so there really isn't much of a difference. /glances at you/ If you haven't noticed, I'm awkward and I'm shy on top of that so I don't really fit in this college environment where everyone goes to party.

@bobae k。 [] oH I don't think I can do it like that safdjdgms I'm soRRY plus idk what I could add so--- hopefully next replies are gonna be longer

I nodded firmly at his remarkably polite answer. It hurt me a bit to know he was struggling with thoughts apparently. "It's okay, don't worry", I mumbled thoughtfully, leaning on the table right behind me. "Just know that you can always approach me whenever you think you need support, alright?" I tilted my head a little, trying to look right into his eyes, concentrating on what I could say to comfort him a bit.
"Personally attacked", I repeated with a prompting overtone, "I don't feel attacked at all, don't worry about that." My hands started to play with the end of my sleeves as I peeked at the window. "Also...", I mentioned as I noticed <our hair was covering your precious face, "don't be so shy. You can talk to me the way you talk to others as well."

@daeil k。 [] it's great! my 1st is a little different though

/even though math is my 2nd favourite subject because of mr.kim, literature being first, i couldn't concentrate on the lesson having my mind constantly drift off to different random things/
/i take the chance to close my eyes for a moment to rest them when there's a buzzing silence as you wait for someone who wanted to ask a question/
/is woken up about a minute later though when your voice surfaces through the buzz and I groan softly, my eyes opening again/
/notices everyone packing up and thinks it's probably time to go so I pack up as well but much slower than everyone else around me/
/regrets it only a few moments later when you approach me, asking why I've been so spaced out in class lately/
/I glance up at you, staring a little cause I've always found you attractive/
hm? yeah...sorry about that mr.kim.
i don't know why but my mind keeps drifting off to random things lately. it's not just in your class so don't feel personally attacked, okay?
/my hair falls over my eyes as i look up at you/

@bobae k。 [] ok while writing this I noticed how much I at 1st but I hope it's ok--

"And this, my lovelies...", I continued excessively, "is how it works. Math isn't even that hard, the thing is... that it's boring for you and you can't motivate yourself to study. At least most of you. You should work on your self discipline, it won't get easier in life, trust me." I shrugged and crossed my arms, nodding at the board. "If there aren't any questions anymore, I'd end the class right here. You can... start to do your assignments, since we got more done than I've expected at first, you'll have much less to do now", I said, smirking slightly, wheezing briefly. I looked around, waiting for someone to ask something, waited a little longer, it was completely silent in the room for a few moments, it was kinda fascinating. I waited longer because I knew many students didn't dare to ask when nobody else did, it had always been like that. Some others had to figure out what exactly their question was, and I wanted to give them the time they needed. I knew that too well, I've been there, too.

"Well, then... I guess you're free now, enjoy your free time." I nodded and saluted to the students, cleared my throat before adding something I forgot to tell them. I was a bit oblivious, but - to be honest - who wasn't?. "Oh, by the way, I'd appreciate it if somone could clean the board. To be honest - I'm too lazy to do it myself." I eyed the students that were already rushing out of the room and shrugged. I really didn't like the atmosphere in this room, everyone just wanted to get out, I let out a slight sigh and leaned on the teacher's desk. I noticed one of the students, one of those who didn't seem as rushed as most of his other students did. "Bobae?", I asked, tilting my head a little. "You seem kinda distracted recently, or is it... just math?", I asked jokingly then. "Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know. I just want to make sure everyone's okay. You know?" With my arms crossed, I looked at the student curiously.

*Writes out a poem on the chalkboard*

It's the touch that gives you comfort,
It's the touch that makes you feel,
It's something that no one else can ever steal.
It's the sweetest human contact for the body and the mind,
It's the connection where two bodies link and bind.

It's what we search for when we feel all alone,
It can be so meaningful, the emotion is deep to the bone.
It's what makes us realize that someone else is there,
It's the touch that says, "Just know I'll always care."
It can say hello, it can say goodbye,
It can leap out when you're happy, or make you want to cry.
It can say "I love you" or "I'm really glad we're friends,"
It can be the last spark in a story that ends.

All you need is another soul to make you feel this snug,
It's the connection in our life...
Everyone needs a hug

☐ уєƖƖσω zσηє.

@youngwoo k。 "Are you kidding me? If you don't want to be tutored, that's not my problem. Speak to the direction. He's the one that put you in the program." Seokjin hissed, long strides distancing himself between himself and student. The concrete hallways of the institution blurring in his peripherals until he finally reached the desired classroom. Slamming the door upon his arrival, he made way to his seat, uttering an annoyed "here..." and sitting down. Lithe digits traced small indents on the wooden desk, Seokjin glared at the other members of the classroom. "Boys boys boys....do you want to fail and have to repeat those classes? If not, I suggest you shut up and open those books."

@ᵃ seokjin☀k。 Daeil? Check. Yeolmi? Check... Seokjin? Youngwoo paused as his eyes followed down the checklist until his pen placed a dot upon the box next to the man's name. He hasn't seem him in the room, yet. Only in passing when in the hallways. Did he leave early? Yooungwoo decided to poke his head out of the window, orbs looking both ways, yet no sign. Thinking he'd just be late, he skipped over the name after calling it out and still no response, giving him a bit of lead way. After all, it wasn't like Seokjin /had/ to be here.

He heard a paper being thrown, then land on the floor with a crinkle. “What did I tell you young men about damn paper balls?” He was getting irritated, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He hoped Jin could tolerate these men, since Youngwoo was slowly loosing his patience.

() soRRY it's not too lonG

@ᵒ mark☀t。ᴴ Taemin looked up upon hearing the faint knocks on the thick wooden door, “Come in,” He announced as the younger turned the knob and peeked into his head though the entrance. He offered the other a polite smile before motioning to the black leather chair with fluid flick of his wrist. The male’s right hand closed the thin manila file and placed it aside as he directed his attention to the young student.

The other became fully visible just as he stepped into the gleam casting down from the fenestra, setting the other’s leucous hairs aglow. Taemin stared into the male’s sapphire irises—the were all too familiar despite the fact that he has rarely spoken to this boy prior to this moment. He tilted his head in interest, “I wanted to discuss-Forgive me, but have we met before?”

@ᵇ dongho⌘s。 ((it's a kitty x master rp and I play Kevin there. My friend plays Moonbin and then we had our master or daddy was Jinho. Well Jinho got busy irl and couldn't be on then felt bad ooc and ic and then today or well yesterday for me quit rpr all together leaving Moonbin and Kevin Alone and worried about getting adopted separately and stuff and Kevin pregnant with Moonies kitties. But a friend irl and ic made a new Chara for their daddy. We hope. ))

Heechul hums, "I can't awnser that... I know I have amnesia and if I ever did love I can't remember it at all. It's gone and it feels empty and hopeless. Like something is missing and it's so so hard." He pats the others head, "well I never go back on a promise."

@✔ ᵒ heechul⌘k。 (they just... never seem to work ... hm? What do you mean a new daddy?)

Dongho sighed as he stared at the nearly finished painting, reflecting on the heartache that inspired it. "Is it really better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?" He asked the man. "Because I would take never having loved over feeling like my heart was ripped from my chest any day..." The boy smiled at his art teacher softly. "Lots of people say they will but... then they stop talking to me.."

@ᵇ dongho⌘s。 ((I know. In my other to it was a combo of things that made it fail but I was sad all day today because of it. But if we get a new daddy it should work))

Heechul blinks and hums, "but there's always hope." He says gently, "I'm alone too. My family is dead. I've never loved anyone. And the pup I wanted disappeared.... So I get it but still... "
He smiles, "and I'll be your friend then."

@✔ ᵒ heechul⌘k。 (I told her that I'm not very active when she asked if I'd do all this and she was cool with it but I still feel bad :S I mean you can if you want and I'd understand if you did but at the same time, that's usually how three way relationships fail OTL)

"Mm... but I am alone," he said softly, eyes locked on his artwork as he added a few more details. "I have no one close to me. I have people I talk to but... no real friends and the one I love is gone... so I am alone."

@ᵇ dongho⌘s。 ((/pats head/ well that's fine. We could always stop this one. And yeah I get it. Try to just explain that you're very busy but are trying. And it should be ok. If we want we can rp together as just Tao and Kris although I feel that would be unfair.))

Heechul hums and nods, "well emotions are a big part of our art." He smiles, "it's ok just try and remember that even if you feel alone you're not alone yet."

@✔ ᵒ heechul⌘k。 (Noo it's not that. I feel bad for not replying often and not doing anything admin wise... plus I'm only on for a couple hours in our other one since that's when I have time to concentrate so it halts both of your rping, too... and I just had to tell Tao's rper that I can't do a pm with her on top of all the other ones OTL three rps with one person especially when two are in the same rp is a little too much for me and I'd get bored and I don't want to lose my muse and ruin the whole dynamic of our new rp but telling her no made me feel awful... I just needed to go off for a minute, sorry)

Dongho looked up at the teacher with a soft chuckle, the dark hues of his painting quite clearly reflecting his anguish. "No it's uh... it's nothing..." he said softly. "I was just feeling a bit lonely when i started this and this is what came from it..."

@ᵇ dongho⌘s。 ((we can stop if you'd like? We do have the other two))

Heechul hums and looks at the painting. Blinking he frowns, "would you like to talk about that?"
He asks, "where did the inspiration for this come from?"

@✔ ᵒ heechul⌘k。 "Most of mine in schools before this one were, too," he said distractedly. "No, it's alright. I can clean up." Dongho's painting was of an androgynous figure lying on a desk, a gaping hole in their chest where their heart should have been and blood dripping onto the floor. The red footprints of a large wolf could be seen walking off until they faded without a trace, leaving droplets of blood and a portion of the other's heart lying beside the last bloody pawprit.

(*is drowning trying to reply to all of the rps* OTL)

@ᵇ dongho⌘s。 Heechul chuckles and shakes his head in amusement. Smiling he hums. "Yeah well I don't know any other art teacher so I couldn't say."
He smiles at the other, "oh don't worry too much. I can always clean it up if needed."

@heechul k。 Dongho laughed as he went back to work, dabbing paint here and there on the canvas. "Yeah but that's to be expected of an art teacher. For some reason, they always seem flighty," he told him cheekily. "I'll clean up over here when I finish. I'm kind of messy..."

@ᵇ dongho⌘s。 Heechul chuckles and smiles kindly, "Of course."
He nods, "I completely understand, I frequently get lost in my work." He laughs, "as you may have noticed by my being late to class on occasion."
He chuckles and nods, "go ahead and work Dongho-ssi. I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll be cleaning up if you need help."

@heechul k。 Dongho was so focused on his painting that he didn't even notice until the man tapped his shoulder, jolting back and looking at his teacher in surprise. "Ah... sorry... I didn't realize class was over. Do you mind if I stay a bit longer? I don't need help but I really want to finish this," he told him, a tiny smile on his lips. He wiped the back of his hand across his cheek and smeared some paint across it but he didn't care. He knew he was covered in paint.

@juho b。 Heechul had gotten lost, again, but this time he at least had a sketch to show for it. A beautiful sakura tree had distracted him on his journey to the classroom he's working in. Its the supposed haunted one but Heechul has never been one to fear ghost tails. He had to admit, as well, that perhaps he wasn't looking forward to this meeting. The student who he had offered to help was one of the more troubling ones. He hardly smiled and seemed cold and distant, even the name he is called seemed somehow fake. But it was neither here nor there. The boy had been made to take an art class and Heechul was damned if he was going to fail someone whom he could help.
Heechul moves and opens the door to the classroom. Brown hair pulled back into a bun and blue eyes scanning the room before landing on the student who, once again, is sneering. Heechul holds back a sigh and steps into the classroom. Checking his watch he noted that he was only five minutes late which, for him, was a vast improvement. Moving he sets his sketchbook down and moves over to the boy. The theme for this project is the beauty of nature. But somehow the others painting always whirled into a cocoon of black. Which had led Heechul to an idea.
Moving to sit next to the boy he smiles softly, "Hello Zuho." He says, holding back a roll of the eyes at the name. "Have you thought about what you'd like to paint? from nature I mean?" He asks gently, opening his own sketchbook to a fresh page. Eyes flickering to the easel before he smiles again. "I had an idea if you'd like? Since you always seem to end up on black why don't you try the nights sky?"

@ᵒ mark☀t。ᴴ /he leaned back in his chair while he flipped though mark tuan's file as he waited for the student had arrived-it wasn't morally upstanding to look into a student personal information,but he wasn't always morally upstanding. sometimes you had to bed the rules to get something done.

@heechul k。 The crimson hues tiptoeing through the open windows illuminates the otherwise dingy rooms. The walls of whose had peeling brown coat on the grey concrete expanse, the overpowering dampened smell mixed by the freshly squeezed acrylic splotches on his caused once nose to scrunch up.Moist yet faintly fragrant, the chilly breeze enters the supposedly haunted classroom, sending those lemon yellow curtains flying midair. The sounds of frayed leaves of Camphor trees mingling with the turning of the pages of the sketchbook settled on the stand echoed in his eardrums, momentarily those eyes flickers toward the beauty presented by nature, different from the dull setting in which this student had been attempting to accomplish the impossible tasking of sketching with themes that struck some chords within him for the past fifteen minutes. The ones he hope none would strum for many more years to come.

The 19 year old student straightened on his chair. Fingers combing through the wind totaled hair, while the other held a round and thick brush. Long, bony fingers wrapped around the wooden handle. He dipped the paintbrush, dyeing its sandy mop into black. Arm outstretched, palm pressed against the canvas. He snaps his wrist creating random black against the white, eventually leading to the materialization of a beautiful art but today they seem black lines drawn carelessly on paper. Out of frustration, he throws the brush on the floor, his anger gradually diminishing as he watches it hit the floor with a clear clunk and rolled to a short distance. Who is this man? One of the ghosts haunting this property, not precisely but yes. None knew of his origins, of his hierarchical position or of his affinity. Only a name "Zuho" which he benamed himself and of course, his undeniably attractive face.

Casually attired synthetic charcoal grey cashmere pullover and black khaki pants folded up to his ankles covering his strong thighs and calves. His feet are encased by sneakers and twinge cord of his muscles in his neck surrounded by a black choker. His lustrous ash-blond dyed hair was untamed and wild much similar to his own personality. Those catastrophic dark irises with a single swirl of golden had high tides of indecipherable feelings flashing in them, long lashes brushing his fresh faced cheeks. The rest of his face remained encompassed by the mouth mask. A sneer released from those full lips once the sliding door opens to present the flashy professor who'd offered to help the younger.

@ᵇ dongho⌘s。 Heechul hums lightly as he moves around the art room. Carefully cleaning up some of the mess and straightening the easels and desks. Looking up he blinks as he realizes a student is still there. Setting down some brushes and paints he moves over to where the student is. Wondering if he can help somehow. Moving over he frowns and taps the others shoulder, "Dongho, right? Do you need help with the project?{

@minghao x。 /the older took out a rectangular lighter with a black lacquer finish, the professor's name once again etched in it in platinum/
there you are
/he ed his blazer upon taking a seat in his large black leather chair as he silently observed the young male before him, but he was unable to draw anymore conclusions/
what brought you here?
/the male wasn't intriguing other than his vague tragic past,but it would be one that would draw people to him for people loved a sob story and they adored meaning something to the main character

@ᵒ chanyeol☀p。 Swollen, crimson lips collide with Chanyeol's nape with every until he felt the desk collide with his lower back. The mahogany surface elicited a sharp inhale of breath from Sehun's lips and a surprised gasp spills into the air, the new position surprising him whilst sending a spark of excitement down his spine and straight to his . Lowering a hand to his own member, Sehun began stroking it to the rhythm of Chanyeol's s, hoping to achieve a around the same time. "Figuring you out wasn't as difficult as you lead yourself to think, Mr. Park. I can read you like a book." He muttered, raven locks drenched in sweat and sticking to his forehead. Legs extending and circling around Chanyeol's backside, Sehun drew Chanyeol in closer. s becoming erratic, Sehun anticipated the Chanyeol's was near and Sehun quickened his on his own . Within the next moment, his collided with his being, vision fading to an ironically pure white and his thighs trembling, exploding out of his and spilling onto his navel. His insides were becoming uncomfortably full and his hand reached up to cup Chanyeol's cheeks. "Usually I'd insist on taking me to dinner first, but you are just too attractive to resist, Mr. Park." Sehun whispered, shifting a bit and feeling the knot move within him. "Once your knot shrinks, I say we get to know one another over dinner."

@ᵃ myungsoo✙k。 Woohyun rushed into the classroom as he was almost late to his first music class this term and he didn't want to leave a bad impression the first day since the professor was new, too. Coming in so late almost all seats were already occupied leaving him no option but to plop down on a seat next to a very handsome black haired boy in the second row of tables. "Hi...", he greeted while pulling out a notepad and a pencil case. That was the moment when the bell rang indicating that the class started now. "Shoot... just in time..."

@ᵃ sehun✙o。 He was holding back so much, gripping on to the wooden desk, trying not to rip Sehun a new one in so many forms. But he kept pushing. Kept egging him on. His growl was loud as his teeth sink along his neck, surging forward with his hands gripping his . He could feel the desk slide as Sehun's back digs along the corner, driving himself deeper. His pants fall around his knees, teeth digging into his neck and riddling his neck with purple and red, drawing blood along his color bone as his growl rumbles deep within him. "I would, how'd you know?" He manages between growled snuffs as his hips surge into his plush . Dragging inside of him, the veins of his dragging along every bit of Sehun's inside. From the tip, coursing down the shaft and reaching deeper and deeper. He needed to stop being such a brat. Chanyeol's hands take his, pinning them high above his head as his lips make a bruising path down his sternum, the marks of his lips and nips already blooming beautifully purple along his otherwise perfect complexion. Each tightened quiver of his walls has Chanyeol's hips stuttering, his knot slowly growing, creating a tighter squeeze. Over and over, until he was shoving inside, steadily dripping inside of him and pooling in frothy, opaque clumps along the base of his shaft. The lewd stickiness of his hips meeting his fills his ears, as a symphony of mixed moans sounds clear throughout the classroom. Thank god no one was around.