#seunggi: nearly dying

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( origin! )

"by the — you — im jiwon!" frankly, it's a miracle seunggi isn't outright choking on his salad à la school cafeteria with the eruption of laughter that flies out of him, as is his fork missing both of their eyes with how his hands flail in an attempt to get his coworker friend to quiet down. the last thing seunggi wants or needs is for another faculty member or a wandering student to hear about how their ogling adventures...

which has somehow snowballed into them making crude comments about the relative of seunggi's own eight-year-old students, apparently, without any care for who or what hears such scandalous remarks.

(for the record, he does agree. the guy's tits are distinct.)

(as is everything else about him, as made obvious by their current predicament, but —)

"that is the guardian of my students, i'll have you know, and i don't appreciate you talking about him like that on school property." his eyes narrow purposely as a brow arches, only for his gaze to flicker to the cameras lurking in the corner of the room, as if to consider the possibility of the administration lying about the lack of audio.

very little, right? if not, there's a chance he receives a check from a lawsuit. so win-win? maybe?

he leans closer to the table, his gaze turning back to jiwon, still suspicious. but, he bites.

"so, you're sure it was him?" the facade breaks a little at the thought, his lips pulling into a disappointed frown as his fork goes back to digging at his salad. "i suppose they'll tell me he picked them up early when the kids are done eating." suddenly, his fork is forgetting in his bowl entirely to focus on his woes instead:

"i can't believe i'm not going to get to see him at pickup. i even wore a good shirt for once!" the pop of color makes all the difference, he thinks. it's too bad he'll never know if the damn guy agrees!

he settles back in his chair, limbs going loose as he does so to show the full drama of his complete and utter disappointment.

"this is pathetic." his head lifts, lets his gaze fall to jiwon once more. "go on, tell me i'm pathetic. can even put it on the announcements, if you want."

while seunggi nearly chokes to death on his salad and narrowly misses every set of eyes within arm’s reach, jiwon continues to scroll through the fine arts teacher group chat. with winter coming up, all eyes are on them to organise something spectacular before the end of the year. ordinarily, jiwon loves putting together special events, but it’s difficult to live up to expectations when the department is given such a dismal budget. he’s already taken out a fair amount from his own paycheck to purchase materials for his class, and he knows the other teachers have done the same. hopefully, this will be the last request form they’ll have to submit in order to get a proper budget. but for now—

“i know it was him. those buttons go through a very specific kind of struggle when he’s got them on, and i’m telling you—that was it.”

setting down his phone, jiwon goes back to picking through his homemade chicken and strawberry salad. the spinach leaves have begun to wilt with how long he’s been distracted, but it still tastes better than anything he’s ever bought from the school cafeteria. (on another note, seunggi could totally enjoy the delicious spoils of the same menu if he would only pick on jiwon during circle time. instead, he chooses to be a classroom bully.)

munching on a mouthful of salad, jiwon looks over seunggi’s shirt with a critical gaze. regrettably, he must agree; seunggi did wear a good shirt for once. “i’m surprised it’s lasted this long. like, no one got peanut butter or paint on it. have you been wearing a smock all day? you know those totally ruin your silhouette. they make you look like a balloon, and that’s not cute.”

jiwon slices his fork through the air to make his point, then stabs at a few spinach leaves and chicken before everything goes soggy. he sort of wants to congratulate himself on making such a good salad, but there are more serious matters at hand. like his colleague spiraling down a whirlpool of misery and and despair. holding back laughter, jiwon swallows his bite before kicking at one of seunggi’s feet.

“you’re a little pathetic, yes, but there’s no need to be such a drama queen. just wear another nice shirt tomorrow, fix up your hair, and keep away from the fingerpaints and cafeteria duty. anyway— i’m gonna send out emails to recruit parent volunteers for the winter festival, and i’m positive a certain guardian will be happy to help out. so you should wear your nice shirts more often.”