➣ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ/ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ

@kim jisoo ♚ You're very welcome. I honestly know how you feel since I had to carry a bunch of bags with me so it seemed you was struggling indeed lmao. /lets it a soft laugh as I nod. listening to where you live before gasping. Oh you're a counselor? Aha you don't even look like one but it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm jia. /grins at you with a wave of mines while I was holding two bags with my one hand.

@meng jia ♡ my back started to hurt from walking around with five bags in hand, felt like years to get to my cabin. i try to endure the pain and go through it as students walked pass me. all the sudden, my hands begin to tremble from holding too much trying to make a one trip. losing my strength, until a hand grabbed onto two of my bags. your smile reassuring my day. “sure, i really needed some help. thank you,” my lips curving into a soft smile. “actually i don’t really have a dorm, i’m a counselor so i’ll be going to that cabin over there.” i point into the direction, diverting my attention there then at you. “i’m counselor jisoo, please just call me jisoo. what’s your name ?”

@kim jisoo ♚ /after carrying each bag to my dorm, i still had one more bag i had to find. looking around after i came out of my dorm before gasping as she knew where her last bag was, she ends up walking exactly here she left it before looking over at you that seems to be struggling to hold all of them bags. chuckles a little before i walk over in front of you, holding two of your bags with a big smile on my face. Lemme help you there, is that okay with you? Where is your dorm?

@wen junhui Tick, tock, chimes a plenty. From the subtle beep of his watch every quarter hour, to the tick of the old grandfather clock hanging on the wall, he bides his time. Bides his time well, with his shoulders drawn back, and his lips pursed tight. His gaze is cross, eyes narrowed, and his simper one of perpetual, misguided delight. He was conjuring a plan, or perhaps, he’d already made one. Jimin shifts as he sees a familiar figure head outside, full intent on following him until he gor what he wants.

That being?

Revenge.

Sweet revenge that would subside the subtle rage in his heart, quell the heat of his embarassment, aid the not so subtle twitches he’d developed from their talk. Almost every half hour, his eye breaks into a rapid twitch, but he blames Junhui. Jimin follows, scarf around him, snow boots squishing on the ground as he watches him walk .. He has a towel — it looked to be his bath time. Perfect. “Hey, Junhui!” Jimin calls, raising his hand, and trotting after him. His smile is sweet, and soft, now, no where near malicious ...

But it’s so fake, he can feel it himself, as he looks up to Junhui. “About that report, you have it on your computer, yeah?”

takes v-card