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Title: Psychology Class
For: puppet_screens
Pairing: U-bomb/Zico, U-bomb-centric
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,100
Summary: During psychology class, Yukwon finds someone.
Notes: This was written up way too quickly. I wanted to make it not so fluffy but in the end it turned out like this ‘cause your prompts were a bit fluffy in my opinion anyways after this contact me and I will give you another fic that I thought of with the prompts yeah anyways here you go. Happy Holidays!
If anyone asked, this was his safety school.
Yukwon didn’t want to tell everyone (his family and friends mainly-but there were those one or two people on facebook that he rarely talked to that would sometimes appear out of nowhere and ask him about why he chose this school) that it was actually because he had spent most of his time online watching funny animal videos instead of doing his projects and therefore dropping his grade, why this was the only school that actually accepted him. So, safety school instead.
The college was close to his home but he couldn’t deal with the disappointed stares from his family, and so instead, he found a small apartment to share with a boy named Ahn Jaehyo for the school year, who coincidentally, was going to the same school (not the same class-Yukwon and Jaehyo were pretty different in some ways). They would pay half of the rent each month to the nice little lady that owned the place. Jaehyo had rich parents that lived in the south to pay for his rent-Yukwon had a job.
He decided to take an easier psychology course instead of doing anything hard with the knowledge that he was probably going to end up working at Starbucks for the rest of his twenty-something life. This didn’t bother him as much as the piles of homework he could be getting and as Yukwon wasn’t someone who really enjoyed doing homework on a daily basis, psychology seemed to work. Most of the time it seemed like they were supposed to judge their teacher and diagnose him-for he threw himself around the room, throwing his arms about and screaming out things that Yukwon tried to note down with haste. But some days he would find his professor sad and normal. These are the days that he would turn to Minhyuk.
At first glance Minhyuk is the exact person you would expect to take a psychology course. He has a bright and cheery face with small eyes and chubby cheeks and wears witty t-shirts that have math books and calculators having conversations or stick figures saying that they have each other’s backs. He always shows up to class on time and the only time Yukwon had ever seen him absent was one time when he was helping out another professor.
Unfortunately, Minhyuk hated this class as much as Yukwon did, maybe even more on some days. He had been forced into this by his parents-his father was a psychologist and deemed it necessary for Minhyuk to follow in his footsteps. Though he would follow his father’s aspirations, he didn’t do it willingly.
“He looks crazy today,” Yukwon whispered to himself and doodled some random stuff on his page. Minhyuk was surprisingly away today, and he sat all alone. This wasn’t the first time and he was sure that Minhyuk probably had many days where Yukwon wasn’t there, but out of all the days, this was one of the days where their professor was most crazy and started comparing brain cells to ants-they stretched in the morning supposedly. This would have been an amazing class had Minhyuk been there. He hadn’t.
He looks up from his note-taking (doodles) to scan the rows. There was the quintet of girls who were always there, sitting in a row. Most of them looked completely disinterested at this point of time, but one was on the edge of their seat, scribbling down notes as if ant brain cells were really going to be on the final exam.
There is the three ‘cuddlers’ as Minhyuk had dubbed them in the corner. This consisted of Sunwoo, Taeil and Jihoon, who were all from different ages but still ended up being besties for some strange reason. The reason why there were the cuddlers was because they had a habit of sitting beside each other, fingers laced and simple conversations on their tongue. From what Yukwon was sure of, he was pretty sure that Taeil was very close to his roommate Jaehyo. This he wasn’t one-hundred percent sure of yet.
He looks down near the front where anyone sits. There may sometimes be that one person who thinks that they will get better marks if they can get the spit from the professor on their faces by sitting so close, and most of the first three rows are filled. Come to think of it, Yukwon notices that most of the class is full-even the kids that rarely leave their beds have arrived. Odd.
The door springs open and a man tumbles in with short, brown hair. Yukwon doesn’t recognize him at all though-was that one of those kids that started going to the class three weeks before exams? The professor barely notices him as he scans the crowd and finds an empty seat that isn’t right in front of the teacher-right beside Yukwon.
“Hey,” he says when he slips in beside Yukwon, throwing his books down onto his desk. Pencils fly and the brunette swears as he kicks one into his hand, bending over to retrieve it. He pulls open a carefully marked notebook (it has ‘Psycho!’ written in red sharpie on the cover) and flips through pages of notes to find a blank page and start writing whatever ant cells have been drawn on the board behind the wacky professor.
“Hi,” Yukwon returns, drumming his pen against the spine of his binder. His page is filled with ant-related doodles, and he can imagine art student Jaehyo laughing over them when he comes home-Jaehyo didn’t have any classes today, did he?
“Nice drawings,” the man says and smirks. He points to a drawing of an ant with a face that looks similar to the professor’s-a splitting image if Yukwon was actually a good artist.
“Mr. Jiho if you would like to add to the lesson please speak louder,” the professor speaks and a chorus of ‘ooh’s erupt from the rest of the class that the teacher quickly swats away. Jiho swats his hand and the professor rolls his eyes before continuing on his tangent.
Yukwon is honestly confused. This is the guy-this is Jiho that had been coming to every single class with dreads and looking like such a foreigner? He looked so weird with his new hair, no longer strange but actually looking normal. Yukwon bites down in his tongue.
“You ok?” Jiho asks.
“You look weird,” Yukwon comments before he thinks.
Jiho laughs, “Like the new hair? Unfortunately the personality hasn’t really changed.”
Yukwon shrugs, “I don’t really mind.” Jiho raises an eyebrow.
“You don’t?” Jiho asks. Yukwon remembers the entertaining classes pre-Minhyuk where the only brightness of Yukwon’s day was when Jiho beat the professor’s logic.
“Nope.”
They meet up for coffee after class.
For: puppet_screens
Pairing: U-bomb/Zico, U-bomb-centric
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,100
Summary: During psychology class, Yukwon finds someone.
Notes: This was written up way too quickly. I wanted to make it not so fluffy but in the end it turned out like this ‘cause your prompts were a bit fluffy in my opinion anyways after this contact me and I will give you another fic that I thought of with the prompts yeah anyways here you go. Happy Holidays!
If anyone asked, this was his safety school.
Yukwon didn’t want to tell everyone (his family and friends mainly-but there were those one or two people on facebook that he rarely talked to that would sometimes appear out of nowhere and ask him about why he chose this school) that it was actually because he had spent most of his time online watching funny animal videos instead of doing his projects and therefore dropping his grade, why this was the only school that actually accepted him. So, safety school instead.
The college was close to his home but he couldn’t deal with the disappointed stares from his family, and so instead, he found a small apartment to share with a boy named Ahn Jaehyo for the school year, who coincidentally, was going to the same school (not the same class-Yukwon and Jaehyo were pretty different in some ways). They would pay half of the rent each month to the nice little lady that owned the place. Jaehyo had rich parents that lived in the south to pay for his rent-Yukwon had a job.
He decided to take an easier psychology course instead of doing anything hard with the knowledge that he was probably going to end up working at Starbucks for the rest of his twenty-something life. This didn’t bother him as much as the piles of homework he could be getting and as Yukwon wasn’t someone who really enjoyed doing homework on a daily basis, psychology seemed to work. Most of the time it seemed like they were supposed to judge their teacher and diagnose him-for he threw himself around the room, throwing his arms about and screaming out things that Yukwon tried to note down with haste. But some days he would find his professor sad and normal. These are the days that he would turn to Minhyuk.
At first glance Minhyuk is the exact person you would expect to take a psychology course. He has a bright and cheery face with small eyes and chubby cheeks and wears witty t-shirts that have math books and calculators having conversations or stick figures saying that they have each other’s backs. He always shows up to class on time and the only time Yukwon had ever seen him absent was one time when he was helping out another professor.
Unfortunately, Minhyuk hated this class as much as Yukwon did, maybe even more on some days. He had been forced into this by his parents-his father was a psychologist and deemed it necessary for Minhyuk to follow in his footsteps. Though he would follow his father’s aspirations, he didn’t do it willingly.
“He looks crazy today,” Yukwon whispered to himself and doodled some random stuff on his page. Minhyuk was surprisingly away today, and he sat all alone. This wasn’t the first time and he was sure that Minhyuk probably had many days where Yukwon wasn’t there, but out of all the days, this was one of the days where their professor was most crazy and started comparing brain cells to ants-they stretched in the morning supposedly. This would have been an amazing class had Minhyuk been there. He hadn’t.
He looks up from his note-taking (doodles) to scan the rows. There was the quintet of girls who were always there, sitting in a row. Most of them looked completely disinterested at this point of time, but one was on the edge of their seat, scribbling down notes as if ant brain cells were really going to be on the final exam.
There is the three ‘cuddlers’ as Minhyuk had dubbed them in the corner. This consisted of Sunwoo, Taeil and Jihoon, who were all from different ages but still ended up being besties for some strange reason. The reason why there were the cuddlers was because they had a habit of sitting beside each other, fingers laced and simple conversations on their tongue. From what Yukwon was sure of, he was pretty sure that Taeil was very close to his roommate Jaehyo. This he wasn’t one-hundred percent sure of yet.
He looks down near the front where anyone sits. There may sometimes be that one person who thinks that they will get better marks if they can get the spit from the professor on their faces by sitting so close, and most of the first three rows are filled. Come to think of it, Yukwon notices that most of the class is full-even the kids that rarely leave their beds have arrived. Odd.
The door springs open and a man tumbles in with short, brown hair. Yukwon doesn’t recognize him at all though-was that one of those kids that started going to the class three weeks before exams? The professor barely notices him as he scans the crowd and finds an empty seat that isn’t right in front of the teacher-right beside Yukwon.
“Hey,” he says when he slips in beside Yukwon, throwing his books down onto his desk. Pencils fly and the brunette swears as he kicks one into his hand, bending over to retrieve it. He pulls open a carefully marked notebook (it has ‘Psycho!’ written in red sharpie on the cover) and flips through pages of notes to find a blank page and start writing whatever ant cells have been drawn on the board behind the wacky professor.
“Hi,” Yukwon returns, drumming his pen against the spine of his binder. His page is filled with ant-related doodles, and he can imagine art student Jaehyo laughing over them when he comes home-Jaehyo didn’t have any classes today, did he?
“Nice drawings,” the man says and smirks. He points to a drawing of an ant with a face that looks similar to the professor’s-a splitting image if Yukwon was actually a good artist.
“Mr. Jiho if you would like to add to the lesson please speak louder,” the professor speaks and a chorus of ‘ooh’s erupt from the rest of the class that the teacher quickly swats away. Jiho swats his hand and the professor rolls his eyes before continuing on his tangent.
Yukwon is honestly confused. This is the guy-this is Jiho that had been coming to every single class with dreads and looking like such a foreigner? He looked so weird with his new hair, no longer strange but actually looking normal. Yukwon bites down in his tongue.
“You ok?” Jiho asks.
“You look weird,” Yukwon comments before he thinks.
Jiho laughs, “Like the new hair? Unfortunately the personality hasn’t really changed.”
Yukwon shrugs, “I don’t really mind.” Jiho raises an eyebrow.
“You don’t?” Jiho asks. Yukwon remembers the entertaining classes pre-Minhyuk where the only brightness of Yukwon’s day was when Jiho beat the professor’s logic.
“Nope.”
They meet up for coffee after class.