𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑰𝑺𝑻

❝︎ 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑡? ❞︎

❝︎ 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. ❞︎

awaiting for you to reply, for today is a beautiful day.

Hoseok, like always had a long day at work at the university he had been hired to teach at for the next couple of weeks. All the young college students had gotten him worked up easily over the day and had him stressed. One of the young girls tried sleeping with him after the class was over. That caused trouble when the girls boyfriend found her groping the professor. Hoseok slipped on his glasses as he locked up his brief case with the homework assignments he were to grade later that night as he walked out of his university classroom locking up behind him.

As he made it outside the sun had started to go down. " this late already? " he had let out a sigh as the breeze blowed and ruffled the fall leaves that had been on the pavement. Hoseok continued to walk to the local park as he rubbed his temples trying to get the mocking students out of his head as he walked. He had sat down on the bench putting his glasses on his forehead and pulled out a small pocket journal he always carried around with him.

He pulled the pen from behind his ear and started jotting about his day in the journal.

Is it to seem that I am not perfect like all my students think. I started this morning, proud, happy, and stable and ready to fight through the day like I always have since I was a boy. But today... I didn't have the strength of wanting to get up and work when I arrived. Classes were so much more difficult for me to focus. The kids wouldn't listen! What is those wrong with those immature brats- let me refrain from calling them anything other than spoiled college kids, which I had been once myself.

- Jung Hoseok

Hoseok quickly signed off seeing someone sit next to him as he turned to you. And looked up and down at your figure. You were marvelous, you had made his day 10 times better. " Why hello. " He nodded his head to you and slipped the journal back into his coat pocket which seemed like it could fit anything. He fiddled with the loose button on the coat and looked back up to you, " isn't it a beautiful day? " he laughed slightly, " the sunset speaks to me, always. "

❝︎ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ❞︎