❈ university

@✻ ⋰ wooyoung j. Jimin quickened her pace, heart pounding as she neared Wooyoung, a man that she adore and love the most . She plastered a smile on her face, hoping it would distract him from the unease flickering in her eyes."Hey, sorry I'm late," she began, her breath catching up. "I got caught up with a last-minute assignment. You know how it goes."

As they strolled toward their usual study spot, Jimin's mind raced with the need to fabricate an excuse. The truth, her secret nocturnal job, hung heavy on her conscience, but the fear of revealing it kept her tongue tied. She diverted the conversation to the fictional challenges of student life.

"I had to help a friend with a crisis," she continued, her words weaving a tapestry of deception. "You know how it is, things just pile up sometimes." Unbeknownst to him, Jimin juggled the weight of her secret life and the desire to maintain a facade of normalcy. She felt a pang of guilt, realizing that each lie was a thread in a delicate web that kept her worlds from colliding.

Arriving at their study spot, Jimin sighed internally, relieved yet burdened. The lies had granted her a temporary reprieve, but the fear of discovery lingered.

@✻ ⋰ jeongin y. "Lee Jeno, right?", the stranger asked and it prompted Jeno to raise his brows after barely resisting to be pulled into the empty classroom. It had been so long since he had been here... which class had this one been, again? He could barely remember, aside from the fact that the professor had been an absolute pain in Jeno's . But now he wasn't facing an professor but a guy who not only had grabbed and pulled him into an empty room - stranger danger much? - the dude also knew his name.

"Am I supposed to know who you are?", he drawled while leaning back into the wall, gripping the slightly smaller man by the wrists to pull his hand off of his shirt. "Don't touch me. You couldn't afford this shirt or a second of my time, even if you worked double the amount of your shift, little one. What do you want from me, hm? Wanna get my number?"

@✾ ⋰ jimin y. This was probably Wooyoungs least favourite part.

The waiting.

Especially when you get there early.

10:42am is barely visible on his phones cracked screen when he checks, rocking on the heels on his feet. He’s got his hands in his pockets, tongue barely poking out between his lips as he glances around the university courtyard; he can’t see her yet, but she’s usually on time. In fact, there’s been a few times where she’s been the waiting for him, even when Wooyoung rocked up a few minutes after whatever time they’d decided on.

Jimin had never minded though, always smiling so prettily up at him and waving away his apologies.

Today’s study date- session, he means, was meant to start at 11am. That’s what their group had decided so that they could get lunch afterwards but Wooyoung had woken up to a round of texts from basically everyone but Jimin cancelling. It wasn’t the worst turn of events, not at all, Wooyoung was probably looking forward to it a little too much. But what he dreaded was making a fool of himself, because she made him so nervous and anxious; at least with other people around, they could act like a buffer.

Still…

10:58am, she should be here soon.

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. At first, Jeongin was flustered, then he was dumbfounded and lastly he was overwhelmed with fury. The guy was indeed his high school nightmare and he had the guts to act all casual with him, as if he hadn't made his life unnecessarily tier back then. He didn't even bother to look ashamed for being caught ing a married woman. Lee Jeno in all his glory, still a waste of oxygen as ever. Only now the situation had shifted on his favor. He wasn't a struggling teenager anymore, sassy remarks meant absolutely nothing to him now. He had the upper hand.

"You-" He said pointedly, raising his index finger right into the other's face in accusation. He had to physically stop himself from cursing as he bit onto his bottom lip and contemplated his next move. Spotting an empty classroom right next to the office from his peripheral vision, he dragged the jerk inside by his collar, pushing him through the closed door with a loud thud.

"Lee Jeno, right?" He asked, curling his fists tighter around the guy's shirt, finally using the advantage of his intense workouts over the jock who had ruined his childhood. Jeno hadn't used violence before but Jeongin didn't really care. Using words with that kind of guy was pointless. Damn his anger management classes, now that he had the chance he wasn't going to hold himself back.

@✻ ⋰ jeongin y. It had been weeks. Weeks of silence, checking their messages, the little 'read' below his last one. Weeks since she had come to the lounge to pay for his time when he would have given it to her without a single penny going into his pocket or ending up with management. And there it was, that 'meet me at the office, we have some issues with your paperwork'.

It was their code for the most risky thing she seemed to be into - namely letting Jeno her on her husband's desk. But as hot as it was, it was bound to go wrong, sooner or later.

"God, dammit", Alissa cursed as soon as the door seemingly closed again. Alissa, with her pretty Korean name she despised so much, with her still perfect hair and her only slightly messed up makeup. "Get out, get out. Before be finds out."
And yet Jeno lingered, waiting for something else, something /more/, before he nodded and collected his jacket off the desk chair, slipping out of the room. Only to stop dead in his tracks.

"Oh, hi", he said, slightly awkwardly, to the strangely familiar young man standing just outside the office. "Prof isn't in right now. If you need something, you might have to... text him?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Jeongin was beginning to regret claiming the position of the teacher's pet since it wasn't all that fun when that term was used in the university like it was in high school. He had much less privileges than responsibilities from the time he accepted working as an assistant for his favorite professor. The man was a family friend as well, though it had nothing to do with picking Jeongin as his assistant. Dude was a professional to the core, he put justice and his job above anything. Sometimes Jeongin wondered if he was as strict in his personal life as well. In that case he felt sorry for his wife. His sympathy for the said wife didn't last long though. More specifically it abruptly ended as soon as he came face to face with her going at it with someone all over her husband's desk. "Sorry for-" He froze on his tracks, at he slowly registered the sight right in front of his eyes. "Oh shi-" He cursed without thinking, shutting the door close only to realize he had dropped the pile of papers he was holding inside the office, that was reeking of . The least he could do was offer them some time to get dressed before he could head inside to carry on his business and act like nothing happened. To his horror, the door wasn't all the way close and he found himself catching a glimpse of the younger man who was with her. He was instantly hit with another wave of shock before it was replaced with something sweet and warm that tasted just like revenge mixed with satisfaction.

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