𓈒𓏸 library ༄.°

@✧˚ l. jihoon jaewon chuckles at the remarks. "well, the most basic is I'm jeon jaewon. I'm also a captain for air force military, i was born here in haepung and maybe because my father is also a naval army, he took me to one of his military events, where all the soldiers were and i saw the air force people riding jets across the sky, got me hooked up. i want to be like them. so i told my father about it, and he seems happy that i took liking to be like him as well." said him with a small smile grace his lips. "oh — i'm sure i didn't tell anyone this story yet, but i have a twin brother. "

@✧˚ j. jaewon Jihoon shakes the hand, mildly surprised by the firm grip and he attempts to return it before dropping their hands. "No worries at all, I'll ask mostly open ended questions and you just tell me what you want me to know." With another nod, he moves to take a seat across from the captain and beings removing his laptop from his bag, his voice recording device, and a bottle of water each for them just in case. "Let's start off with something easy, yeah? Something really classic. Tell me a little bit about yourself. Something that others cannot look up."

@✧˚ l. jihoon jaewon straightened his posture as he clasped jihoon's extended hand in a practiced grip with a small smile grace his lips. "captain jeon jaewon." somehow jaewon feels a bit shy to admitted his position as a captain but he need to let jihoon knows that facts too. "please don't worry. it's understandable. ah yes, let's sit. i have to admit that interviews aren't exactly my usual routine, but I'll do my best to answer your questions somehow." as he settled into his seat, he adjusted his cuffs slightly, a habit born from years of military precision.

@✧˚ j. jaewon Out of the corner of his eyes, Jihoon notices a moving figure and his gaze snaps to it. Quickly, he realizes who it is and gives a quick nod of acknowledgment. He rushes over to the other man, already feeling slightly guilty that the other party was forced to wait. "Apologies for the wait. I took a wrong turn or two on my way over.." Jihoon murmurs, extending a free hand out to the other for a shake. "I'm Lee Jihoon, it's a pleasure to interview you. Should we take a seat and begin? I have a few questions on hand but we can start off easy."

@✧˚ l. jihoon jaewon fiddled with his wristwatch as he waited for the person who had called him for an interview. honestly, jaewon wasn’t the type to agree to things like this easily, but he felt he should at least share some of his experiences in the air force, so he reluctantly agreed. anyone who knew jaewon knew that he preferred quiet, calm surroundings to ease his mind and help him feel comfortable answering any questions the interviewer might ask. just then, he looked up from his watch, noticing a small figure walking in. was it him? he stood up so the other man could spot him.

@✧˚ j. jaewon It took Jihoon nearly an hour to find his way to the library. He's taken one too many wrong turns during his supposed 30-minute commute but luckily, he had accounted for his mistakes and had managed to arrive just in time. Taking a deep breath, Jihoon double-checks his bag to ensure that he has his notes and a voice recorder. He's a bit worried that he may have forgotten something important at home but hopes this is not the case today. After mentally preparing himself, he steps into the library and begins to look for the man he's interviewing. He was glad that they had set up to meet somewhere a little more on the quiet side.

O PENS MY MOUTH
TRY ME FAKE JANITOR

watch out you're in squirting radius > <

eAe
HELLO 911 ITS ME AGAIN THE LIBRARY SPRINKLER IS GONNA ATTACK

https://i.imgur.com/TfBGGp8.gif

you're not safe at all moodeng

that's where you're wrong

no

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WELL EVERYONE THINKS YOU PEED SO I GUESS IM SAfe

i guess you just have to IT UP MOODENG SAY AHHHH

S CREAMS CLOWNS?? WHERE?? WHEREEEEE?? I cANT STAND CLOWNS. WELL THEN WHOSE GONNA CLEAN UP MY PEEPEEE? >:^(

WELL CALL ME A RINGLEADER BECAUSE IT'S TIME TI START A CIRCUS WITH ALL THESE CLOWNS AROUND >:0 AIN'T NO JANITORS AROUND HERE I SEEN NONE SINCE I GOT ERE

/eats the pee flavored shoe
I WOULD LOVE TO GO TO THE CIRCUS BUT AS YOU CAN SEE WE DONT HAVE ONE >:0

OHHH REALLY? WELL YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE THAT ATTITUDE

the j- DO I LOOK LIKE A JANITOR GO BACK TO THE CIRCUS AND PEE THERE

*kicks my peepee poopoo shoe off and aims it at hipposa's smooth and buttery velvet skin*

MOO DENG NO I CAN;T BE ASSOCIATED WITH THAT CIRCUS FREAK

THE NAME'S HIPPOSA eAe ARE YOU YOU THE JANITOR?

was it you, moo deng? >:0

*slips on the pee* what th- wHO PEED ON THE FLOOR oh my ing god this is FILTHY

/pees in the library cause we got everything except a damn restroom
i'm not cleaning that up

@✧˚ c. soobin Despite the fact of the matter, it wasn't something she was often cognizant over when she visited him. Such woeful ordeals never lingered in her mind for long when in the presence of her best-friend, or should she still refer to him as that alone? it was something she wondered now. But whether it was the signature indention that appeared in his cheeks paired with his smile or the contagious sound of his boisterous laughter breaking the solemn barrier and lightening any mood, it was those things that occupied her ruminations before anything else. Much less the lack of what she would experience.

With a sincere smile worn as a badge of contentment on her lips, she was already unpacking the treats to some degree. Unable to resist the instilled domestic urge to lay out the packaging in a sightly arrangement before settling down in the seat closest yet adjacent to his. Her final thoughts focused for what she came here for; to assist his studies.. or rather try to.

Her expression was one that suggested she's heard this all before and knew any further protest of out of wouldn't change the future outcomes of his. But you could pratically see the smile battling to break out along her features, her expression lit up a great degree at the mention of 'haunted house', effectively forgetting the former debacle as she practically yell-whispered, keeping in mind their surrounding and the rules of silence. "Haepung horror nights? Of course, I will." She assured him enthusicastically, before explaining. "Initially i was just gonna help papa drop off some baked goods but if you're going... why not enjoy what it has to offer too?" She intoned with excitement in her voice. Choosing to leave out the part where her dad suggested it could serve as some formal date, to which she whined her complaints of how coming from him it sounded too embarrassing to consider as she escaped the room as fast as she could. Unable to deny to herself a part of her wanted for the same thing, somehow it was a guilt that plagued her by that very want for some reason she couldn't pinpoint yet, and possibly didn't want to. Still learning how to navigate everyone around her shoving her and her childhood friend into each others arms, between the fear of the possiblities of what could go wrong and the conflicting festering realization that he wouldn't want this just as much as her mind is trying to convince her she doesn't, thinking about it gave her a headache and all she just wanted was to cherish what they had now, was that too hard to ask for?

It was the ultimate sigh of defeat heaving out her nose as she was placing a finger to her temple and her elbow on the table. One she knew he would notice just what that stance meant and probably would question her about, she was prepared to deflect and shove the attention to any other topic that would save her from having to unload the burden of thoughts that pester her minds moments of quiescence. "So... what's first on the study itinerary?" Times like this it dawned on her just how intriguing he was. So assiduous with his studies and major of maritime despite the fact he can't swim. How they often have study sessions but half the time they mess around never quite nailing the study part but he still manages to excel and pass his exams. Maybe it all came natural to him, giving the fact he grew up with it all his life. It was admirable to put it simply, she realized. And to no surprise she envied that reality. however, her support for him never wavered.

@✧˚ y. jimin As much as Soobin was one to consider Jimin often, sometimes more than necessary if there be a limit, he never thought the building itself would be a highlight of something out of her reach. Quite the contrast, he assumed she enjoyed a reason to visit the building, perhaps that’s the cause of the taunting factor never crossing his mind. For if it did, he’d avoid bothering her to come.

Certainly, they had made significant strides, at least in the navigational department. From the initial day when he texted her the directions and his location to the present, she now arrived with such precision it seemed as if the process had become second nature. A meticulous individual she was, particularly evident in her awareness of his fondness for the deliciously prepared dishes. Not that he had much protest, she would insist on making him take the leftovers. This indulgence was a true guilty pleasure; Soobin’s thought process resembled a forked route, leading him back to the same conclusion: despite ordering from his favorites, he knew precisely who would deliver them. Which led to the extended presence of Jimin, as both were aware she wouldn’t return to the shop, ultimately satisfying the taller male’s dual desires. He never allowed himself to feel any regret, as his actions were slightly selfish; he preferred to savor her company.

"But you’ve come all this way... I can’t do that. It feels like I'm exploiting my privileges… those are reserved for haunted houses, you know. So you have to accompany me." His brows furrowed, and a noticeable smirk played at his lips. Regardless of how many times she reiterated her stance, Soobin felt an inherent need to reciprocate, if not to her directly, then to her family. He envisioned himself growing older, still visiting that very bakery in person, ordering excessively, and insisting on paying with the cash she had consistently forced back onto him. Stubborn though he was, he simply couldn’t help himself.

“Now then.. Let’s get started, shall we?”

@✧˚ c. soobin The distant chatter of whispers, echoed off the walls of the antiquated building. An interior she has grown accustomed to since the first time she was brought along to help him study. Despite frequenting the place often, she would still find herself looking at all and every direction in awe of the decorations. She enjoyed academic buildings of all sorts, albeit it was a bittersweet reminder of what she would never experience.


Out of habit or routine, perhaps even both was the sole reason Jimin always packed more than he would order whenever his information lit up on the delivery fulfillment screen. Which would always end with her shoving all the leftovers into his arms to keep, the small gesture leaving the ravenette with a ear to ear smile. she knew the route like the back of her hand, all the way down to the exact seating area she would spot him. although the delivery was a customer order technically, there was no doubt she wouldn’t return to the shop for the rest of the work day. oftentimes creating excuses for weaseling out of the closing shift at the bakery, simply to accompany soobin. They knew her antics by now and for obvious reasons never once objected her from doing them. But more than anything it was a great escape for her, a distraction from whatever went on in her day to day. It didn’t matter because she was here with purpose, and that was to ensure he reached his study quota. (And bring pastry incentives) “Yah… you don’t have to keep ordering and paying.. just text me what you want and i can just bring it…” She lost count how many times she reiterated, even going as far as to return the paid amount in cash stuffed in the leftover bag. But she knew his reasoning for doing so despite her never ending protest against it. Reminiscing always ignited a warmth of adoration to pry at the left side of her chest.

@✧˚ y. jimin It had been an hour since Soobin had arrived at the eerily quiet building, where the rustle of pages and the echo of footsteps reverberated across the floors. The library was an ideal sanctuary for his studies, a crucial element for excelling in his major. Thus, he often found himself several mornings each week dragging his bookbag and sequestering himself in a secluded corner of the library’s upper floor, an area he had effectively claimed as his own.

Ironically, despite this optimal study environment, his focus was undermined by his neglect to procure breakfast or snacks, which led him to contemplate his best friend’s delivery service. While he often entertained the thought of asking her for a favor, his sense of duty compelled him to place and pay for his own orders rather than simply request them. This internal conflict consistently resulted in him scrolling through options and ordering an ample amount of food, enough to satisfy two appetites. His hunger, more persuasive than his reason, prompted him to place his order with a contented curl of his tiers as he awaited the delivery, an attempt to return to his studies a trying task.