º library

With her ruby-red hair in disarray and her knit sweater-covered arms crowded with textbooks and papers, the organized demeanor Jisoo tried to embody was essentially ruined. Next week was already going to be exam week, and it wasn't like her to put off her studying. But she had a good reasonㅡor an inexcusable excuse if her rational brain had to say so itself. She got caught up in reading one of her favorite books and despite the fact that she had already read it a few million times before, she just /had/ to finish it until the end.

"This is what happens when you do stuff like this!" Jisoo thought to herself. The consequences of her procrastination was high levels of anxiety, unpreparedness, and.. looking like trash because the last thing she was troubling herself with was her appearance. Just as she was heading towards the Library entrance, she was shaking her head and lecturing herself about never doing this again beforeㅡBAM!

Tumbling down like a house of cards, the books and papers Jisoo was holding onto flew up into the air before they met the dirty concrete walkway with Jisoo following their misfortune, onlyㅡshe fell down flat on her . A few seconds after her fall, she winced and reached back to rub away the pain that the hard floor had caused to her behind then looked up to see who she had bumped into.

@sehun o ⁴ the weight of his confident stride was all too familiar as he approached; there was an arrogance in the tempo of the step as he leisurely made his way across the library. yang smiled in anticipation of the gibe that sehun would inevitably utter as soon as the male pulled out his buds from his ears and took a seat. yang’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk as if to give the appearance that he was lost in thought about some discussion question or preoccupied with some calculation. the fresh scent of sehun’s body wafted over him, but day’s sweat lingered on his clothing. he must of had practice today and showered afterward. the blind male lifted his head intuitively as he felt there other’s shadow resting on his shoulder, “it was nice of them to hose you down for me.” he took it upon himself to begin their daily banter.