‣ art room

@☘︎┊nie baekhyun ᵒ Chanyeol would definitely claim himself to be a bimbo, but when it came to friendships? He had close to none. The beta wanted to change that, even if it meant humiliating himself. Baekhyun would soon be his friend and he would be happy. Smiling cutely, the beta plays with his earlobe, a soothing technique he does on the pups and himself. "I-i make a killer banana pudding. We can enjoy that with tea. What about tomorrow?" He offers with a sincere smile.

But the next few minutes, a complete shift in his attitude. Reaching out to gently hold Baekhyun's wrist he flinches when the other jerked away and growled at him. "B-Baekhyun please! I can help." Frowning, he follows after the omega. Once the closet door was locked in his face, Chanyeol dumbfoundedly sat against the closet door, keeping watch. Soon releasing his own pheromones, hoping it would reach Baekhyun to calm the omega down. "I won't let anyone near you Baekhyun... That's what friends are for."

@☁︎┊lan chanyeol ᵇ Friends. The word sounded foreign. Baekhyun had few he could truly call that, although it was mostly due to his own accord. He rolled his tongue in his mouth, putting on a frown that contrasted the dopey man's beam. The last part of Chanyeol's offer did sound good, even if the janitor wouldn't admit it. The pair of acquaintances enjoying tea in silence. He pushed away the thought as he felt the sting in his lower abdomen, a rush of slick escaping his body freely.

The omega's wrist burned where the beta's fingers were enclosed. Jerking his wrist away, Baekhyun growled in a raspy, hoarse voice. "Don't touch me. Just– leave!" Steadying his body on whatever object he could find, the omega half-ran, half-staggered out of the room, opting to find shelter in the supply closet instead. It was closest; he could lock himself up and ride through the wave alone–

@☘︎┊nie baekhyun ᵒ Why? Of any other question. Why that one? The beta was caught off guard, but his eyes soften. “Because I want to be friends with you Mr. Grumpy. I want to be someone you can rely on when things get rough. Or if you’re not used to affection, maybe just a friend to sit and drink tea with. To have some sort of comfort.” He offers a warm, genuine smile. Now, Chanyeol had no ulterior motive to be this man’s friend. He wanted to be there for Baekhyun. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Soon, the whining caught his attention then the scent lingered in the room. Was it him? Sniffing himself, Chanyeol deducted it wasn’t him. Then it hit. Baekhyun. Baekhyun was in heat. Thankfully he wasn’t an alpha to get aroused and potentially do something he shouldn’t. Huffing at the push, he follows after Baekhyun. Gently grabbing the others wrist. “I-i can help? I uh.. Do you need help? At least let me you to your room?”

@☁︎┊lan chanyeol ᵇ His harsh scrubbing on a particularly stubborn dried paint stain ceased. Did his ears fail him? It almost sounded like the beta wanted to gift him a present. A dull throb in his lower abdomen — one that had persisted ever since he woke — nudged him. Ignoring the ache, Baekhyun rose to his feet and pulled off the pink rubber gloves he had worn, turning to face the other. "Why?"

Baekhyun searched his mind for a reason that Chanyeol could have to paint, to create, something to give to the former. None of them satisfied the janitor; he couldn't see beyond them as mere acquaintances. Acquaintances who had no debt to each other.

Staring Chanyeol down, Baekhyun suddenly let out a high-pitched whine, as the humming within him turned to a sharp stab. His heart was racing in his ears. Baekhyun lost his grip on the cleaning gloves. The classroom was flooded with the smaller's spiked pheromones. He blanched; the omega had forgotten his heat cycle, caught up in the vandalism incident. He had to leave the room then. Baekhyun stumbled to Chanyeol, pushing past him roughly to get to the door.

@☘︎┊nie doyoung ᵃ (I’ll reply in the library when i have a chance)

@☼┊wen jackson ᵃ Class seemed to mellow out. Thankfully Jackson’s goonies left him alone throughout the entirety of the lesson. At every question he wanted to answer, but the words seemed to have gotten stuck in his throat after Jackson effortlessly answered every single question. Doyoung eventually made himself a small target, for the next lesson to answer at least one question. The bells chime indicated the end, sighing in relief, he stretched and waited for the verbal harassment, onlt for it to never come. Blinking, he looked around and immediately grabbed his backpack, making his way out. Food. That’s where he would go. Or maybe the library. He needed to study anyways, his feet soon walking towards the library. Food could wait.

@☘︎┊nie doyoung ᵃ The entirety of the classroom continued without incident. Jackson and his flock chose to completely disregard the pup. He was quick at work writing up notes on his laptop when appreciate. He alone spoke up, answering questions others shied from. Finally, after the hour, class was concluding and Jackson stood and gathered his belongings. His leather satchel slumped on his shoulder as he ignored you, turning and leaving the classroom. Between school and his extracurriculars, he enjoyed a one-hour break. He checked his watch while waiting in the crowded hallway, reminding himself that basketball practice didn’t begin until 5:30 pm. His friends waited with him chatting amongst each other but Jackson seemed to tune them out. His attention suddenly feel back in the door frame of the classroom they’d just exited. Recalling the impertinent half-blood who’d commandeered his seat brought a smile to his face. As you left the classroom, Jackson smiled eerily, wondering about your after-school plans.

@☼┊wen jackson ᵃ A loud snort left the alpha, his eyes brimming with excitement. “You heard me. Clean your ing ears.” He was a Nie for crying out loud! Doyoung wouldn’t back down. Not anymore. Or so he thought. The moment he felt the other grab his shirt, his grip went towards the other wolf’s wrists. “What. You’re gonna hit me now? Pathetic.” He snickers, internally groaning. At the second bell, he pushes the other away. He was in for it.

The next words ran a shiver down his spine. Doyoung made escape routes but nothinf seemed to work. He had to pass by Jackson and his friends. Sighing, he fixed his shirt, biting down on his lower lip before he paid attention in class. After an hour, rhe bell rang. Doyoung sighed as he took his time to pack. If he tried running, things would not be in his favor.

@☘︎┊nie doyoung ᵃ “What did you say? You filthy litt;e ?” A wolf seized you by shirt. The wolf’s powerful pull tore you from the drawing, bunching the fabric beneath his fist. Jackson stayed quiet during the whole confrontation. His face, conveying poignant indifference, showed no favoritism. The professor’s entrance, precisely timed with the second bell, didn’t go unnoticed by Jackson. “Let him have it.” Shifting his eyes from his friend, the black wolf spoke at last. “He is right, there isn’t assigned seating.”

A foreboding warning was hinted by his eyes flashing crimson. “Enjoy your class.” Returning to his back seat, he conveyed pleasant wishes to you. Velvet-smooth voice and bright smile couldn’t hide the simmering heat promising punishment.

@☼┊wen jackson ᵃ Snapping out of his blissful silence, he was aware of the incoming nightmare. A hiss left his mouth, oh how his heart was beating against his chest. Nibbling on his lower lip, the wolf decided to go back and focus on his artwork. He needed to calm down before being inundated with harassment from Jackson’s pets. After a few minutes his mind was taken by his artwork, seeing his hands work on making a beautiful outline of his mother, he just needed to see his mama. Humming silently, Doyoung was soon unaware of the idiots he would be facing.

Doyoung learned to tune out any unnecessary noise, aka Jackson’s pets, until anything became physical. The wolf continued to draw, wanting to at least draw eyes, before feeling a tap against his chair. Looking up, he now realized class was being filled with his fellow students. The noise soon becoming a little more intense for his liking. Doyoung sighs, looking to the two morons. “I can be wherever the I want to be.. Asswipe.” He scoffs, turning to look at Jackson, only to swallow hard. “What. Cat got your tongue?” Rolling his eyes, he turned away from Jackson. “Besides. There’s no assigned seating arrangements.” Oh boy. He was nervous.

@☘︎┊nie doyoung ᵃ The bell’s chime marked the end of Jackson’s free period. Complaints and unhappy sighs arose from his companions as they rose from the walkway and went to their next class. He was flanked by four individuals in the corridor. He was greeted by nervous yet hopeful bows from the men, and the women swooned at his passing. A few others as well. His gaze fixed on the door as they entered the art room one after the other. The wolves settled, Jackson mirroring them, then froze upon seeing you occupying his seat. His stony expression observed your absentmindedness, watching you as if you were his prey.

“What do think you’re doing in Jackson’s spot dirt stain?” One of his companions asked in dismay. He lightly tapped his foot against your chair. “I think you’re in the wrong spot pup.” Another wolf spoke in Jackson’s stead. Jackson stood there holding his silence watching the exchange unfold. Watching you, his hand hidden in his charcoal gray slacks, his expression was impossible to decipher.

@☼┊wen jackson ᵃ Art was a form of expression for Doyoung. The half blooded male felt at ease with anything art and flower related. So of course he’d find comfort in being surrounded by canvases, paints, clay. Anything he could use to just drown out how horrible his recent experiences were at the Academy. Jackson. A thorn in his body. This man was a walking god. Yet, his personality made him nothing but a pain in the . Made him ugly. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he had to buy new clothes because the moron thought it would be funny to ruin clothes. Doyoung scoffs in anger, he needed to calm down. Breathing out, he decided to work on his sketchbook, bringing out different chalks of various colors, soon drowning himself in his art.

Humming quietly, Doyoung decided to take a break after working on his masterpiece. A garden depicting multiple flowers that he would grow himself at home. Missing his mother every single day, he flipped the sketch, slowly starting to use a pencil to start drawing his mother. This was his sense of relief, no one could take that from him. Not even Jackson.

@☘︎┊nie baekhyun ᵒ Playing with his fingers, Chanyeol felt like he was the class clown all over again. The beta felt a rush of adrenaline and embarrassment. Mostly thinking of running away, but most likely he would end up ruining something else. “R-realism.. More like.. Trying to impress you.” He mumbles out, looking up with wide eyes, truly a splitting image of a sad puppy. Closing his eyes, he whimpered at the harsh removal of the canvas from his head. “T-thank you.”

Chanyeol watches Baekhyun, his eyes filling with tears. Oh commands. Nodding, he slowly stood up, shivering as he felt a scolding approaching. “Y-yes sir.” Defeated, Chanyeol took careful steps, heading over to the designated corner. The beta watches Baekhyun. “N-no.. I uh.. Wanted to make you something..”

@☁︎┊lan chanyeol ᵇ A loud, derisive snort escaped his nostrils at the ridiculous sight. He hadn't even taken two steps into the classroom. "Is this your attempt at realism? You even made it 3D." He was prepared to turn on his heel and leave the taller male, yet the sight of the latter's hunched form stopped him. Chanyeol looked pitiful — pathetic. The janitor squatted next to the other. None too gently, he ripped the canvas from an edge, freeing Chanyeol's head from the material. He tossed the unsalvageable pieces into the trash.

He eyed the colourful man and decided he was better off cleaning the mess by himself. "*Stand*," Baekhyun emphasized the word to the other fully covered in paint, "there in the corner." Away from the remaining art supplies, where he couldn't possibly make a bigger mess. While getting rid of the paint stains on the floor, Baekhyun kept turning his head to ensure Chanyeol was being obedient. "What are you doing here anyway? Lost another pup?"

@☘︎┊nie baekhyun ᵒ Looking around the mess he made, it only harbored an immediate flight response. Chanyeol was close to just running out of the room and never looking back. Mostly thinking of possible alternative routes to his daycare room. But the art hallway being the most convenient route for when he needed to restock his snack and supply drawers. He was ready to accept his fate. One of which meant cleaning the mess and replenishing the spilled paint. This would be a long night. While contemplating where to start, he stared at the ceiling, giving into his ill fate of being covered in various paints, once a clean dressed man. Now looked like a rainbow on full display.

A certain voice made him gasp, rolling back onto his tummy, Chanyeol looked up to his soon to be best friend. “B-baek. I-i uh.. Can explain?” He whines before trying to stand, only to slip and fall head first into a canvas, the poor clumsy alpha’s head went right through the material. Now. In embarrassment, Chanyeol sat down on his bum, not daring to move. Like a caught puppy soon to be scolded by his owner, Chanyeol stayed there. Unmoving. The scene alone of his head through the canvas would have made him laugh. But. Here they were. The alpha felt an immense sense of guilt. “H-help?” He mumbles in defeat.

@☁︎┊lan chanyeol ᵇ Baekhyun had just finished his lunch break, exiting the supply closet after his afternoon nap. He yawned silently, blinking the fatigue from his eye. It was time to resume his duties. Cloth in one hand and spray bottle in the other, he managed an efficient task of wiping the hall-facing windows of the art room, humming to himself. It was a habit he had since young; a safe zone between the silence and outrightly singing.

A clatter sounded from inside the art room. He paused. At the current hour, it was rare that someone was still inside. It could've been a student working on their art project or one of the professors preparing their lesson. Yet, his gut feeling told him otherwise. His curiousity was piqued. Nearing the door, he noted that it was slightly ajar.

The janitor slid open the door noiselessly, giving his eye immediately on the huge mess. Baekhyun's eye trailed to the sole figure on the floor who was thrashing about in paint. The scene reminded him of his incident with a certain vandal. He blinked. "It's you. The clumsy puppy."
It was a great mess indeed. The janitor sighed inwardly, resigned to his fate. Not waiting for the other to reply, or even explain why he was in there, Baekhyun moved to collect his cleaning supplies before slipping into room to start on the cleanup.

@☘︎┊nie baekhyun ᵒ Of all places. Why was Chanyeol here? It was already late afternoon and somehow. He was still on the premises. Mostly wanting to impress a certain male. Only after the tall doofus had lost. Yes. Lost. One of the pups from the daycare. Just having his attention elsewhere for a few seconds brought on a sheer panic that rattled throughout his whole body. Thankfully he had helpers tend to the pups while he went out to find the pup. To then cry for a good fifteen minutes before hearing the pattering of small feet. Chanyeol was mesmerized that someone was kind enough to keep the pup safe.

After that. Chanyeol made it his mission to become best friends with the man that saved his life. And his job. Only for there to be multiple blocks in the road, Baekhyun was a tough cookie. Chanyeol couldn’t get close, even with his charming personality. Sighing, he looks at the blank canvas, wondering what to draw. Mindlessly reaching for a brush, only to knock over multiple Canvases and paints, cursing as he tried cleaning, only to slip and fall in the paint. “Oh great.. He’s going to kill me-“