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dioskourixx · 7 years

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In The Blood Ch.5

I woke up earlier than usual today. I was too excited to sleep much longer. Today was the day I was waiting for. I was finally going to be done with midterms for the spring semester. Fortunately, I had finished all of my written exams earlier in the week and all I had left to do was turn in my art project, finally being able to experience the sweet taste of freedom for a whole week. I quickly threw my covers off of my body and got up to get ready for the day.

It didn’t take long for me to get ready this time around. I took a quick shower and opted for a simple look; jeans and a thin maroon t-shirt that I got from an organization fair for free. I threw my hair in a messy bun for today, knowing that my curly hair was not going to cooperate today, since I was to lazy to braid it down the night before. Trying to drag a tangle brush through it would’ve been a waste of time and bristles. Finally feeling satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my large portfolio that contained my midterm project and headed out the dorm, leaving a drooling, yet peaceful sleeping Raven in bed.

On my way to the art building, I decided to make a quick detour to a nearby shop that was a little further down from the café. I wanted to give Ms. Sven a small gift, showing her my appreciation for all of her help so far this semester. I honestly don’t know how I would’ve met all of my deadlines if she hadn’t entrusted me with a key to my designated class when it was unoccupied. When it got really hectic, she allowed me to stay in the class even after she had left for the day, as long as I promised to bring it back the next day, when the office opened. As I walked up and down the aisles aimlessly, nothing stood out. As I pondered what to get her, I recalled a story she had told me during one of our lunch dates. When she was in college, she experienced a great deal of anxiety, much like the students today. Her best friend at the time noticed and bought her a candle, even though they were forbidden in the dorm rooms. Her friend suggested aroma therapy and surprisingly, it helped a bit. I’m not sure if she still suffers with anxiety, but I felt that a candle would be an appropriate gift. The question now was which scent should I get her. After sniffing about ten candles, my nose began to go dull. I did however, remember that the large vanilla and cranberry candles had a more pleasant scent, but wasn’t too overpowering. Feeling confident in those candles, I decided to get them along with an emerald green medium sized gift bag with gold accents. The girl who usually works there quickly rang me up and sent me on my way in the same fashion she always does…silent and in a rush. I didn’t really mind it as long as my things were scanned properly, but I know a good bit of customers have complained about her customer service.

It didn’t take long for me to reach the art building. As I entered the small office, Ms. Sven was already sitting at her desk, looking over some paperwork. She wore a white button up shirt, paired with straight legged navy blue slacks. She looked really pretty to me today. The clothes complimented her small frame, and her long thick hair was pinned back with a few strands framing her face nicely. She always looked pale. If you didn’t know her, you’d probably think that she was a sickly older woman. She could never tan that well.

“Hello dear! How are you?” Ms. Sven greeted you brightly. I gave her a warm genuine smile in return.

“I’m well Ms. Sven. How about you?”

“Oh, I can’t complain. Are you here to turn your project in? I don’t think you’ll need the key this time. I saw Ms. Holmes come in a few minutes after me. Oh yeah. How did your project turn out dear?” I could only giggle at Ms. Sven’s bubbliness so early in the morning.

“It came out pretty decent, I think. But I actually came here to give you something.” I saw Ms. Sven’s eyes watch my movements as I sat my portfolio aside and placed the green gift bag on her desk. Her eyes stretched slightly upon seeing the bag.

“Oh, honey, you didn’t have to get me anything.” Her face became softer as she pulled the gift bag closer to her, reaching in to take out its contents. She looked at each candle, inhaling each scent, letting out a small sigh. A shy smile graced her lips and I felt satisfied that she seemed to like them.

“I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you helping me out this semester. I wouldn’t have been able to make any of my deadlines if it wasn’t for you. Thank you.” She finally looked up at me when I finished speaking. She stared at my face for a while, the shy smile still playing on her lips, showing early signs of wrinkles.

“Oh, I would do anything for you honey. You know that. I’m very fond of you.” At that I smiled gratefully at her. The feeling was definitely mutual. She was one of the nicest ladies I have met during my college years so far. Well, her and that older Korean woman at that market that Yongguk took me every now and then. She always gives me extra food. Ms. Sven picked up the cranberry scented candle and sniffed it once more.

“Oh, sweet pea thank you so much. I love them.” I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind her, realizing the time.

“I have to go now Ms. Sven, but I’m really glad that you like them. I’ll call you later so we can eat dinner together or something.”

“Okay dear. I’ll see you soon, then. Enjoy your spring break hun.” I picked up my portfolio and headed for the door that lead me out of the office, waving ‘bye’ to Ms. Sven at the same time.

I finally reached Ms. Holmes’ room after climbing two flights of stairs. The door was already opened, so I assumed that she was moving about inside. When I walked in, I saw Ms. Holmes’ round figure behind her desk, glasses perched on her nose, looking intently at a sheet of paper.

“Ms. Holmes?” she tore her gaze from her paper and looked up with me.

“Why, hello Ms. Hazel. I didn’t expect you until later on. Came to bring your project?”

“Yes ma’am.” I said politely.

“You can just stick your portfolio in that closet. I’m kind of rearranging the room at the moment, and right now the storage closet is the safest place for your class’ projects. Wouldn’t want to lose them now, would we?” I felt my teeth grit slightly as I tried to smile at her. Ms. Holmes wasn’t my favorite professor to say the least. She had a weird musky smell to her and had an “I am superior to everyone” attitude. She grinded my gears if I was forced to talk to her for a long period of time.

“No ma’am, we wouldn’t. That would be extremely unfortunate.” I say this as I made my way towards the walk in storage closet, rolling my eyes on the way. Just before I was able to make it to the closet, someone carrying a big box of paint emerged from the opening. I backed up a little, giving the person enough space to walk without obstacle. As they did that I quickly placed my portfolio on a shelf inside the closet. It smelled of old paint and charcoal. Not the most pleasant scents in the world, but a familiar one that I grew to love. The closet itself was almost empty of all of the cluttered boxes and discarded papers that were once thrown in carelessly.

“Hazel?” I turned towards the opening upon hearing my name. Standing there was a tall figure with slightly damp black hair. The wetness made his hair curl loosely around his face, making him look almost child-like. And of course, those pale grey eyes, staring back into my dark brown eyes. My heart felt like it skipped a beat.

“Ethan?” I breathed out his name.

“Hey, how have you been?” He displayed his charming smile, showing his perfect teeth in the process.

“I’m good. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m great. Just helping out ya know.”

“Yeah I can see that. She’s not working you too hard is she?” He chuckled at my question, as if it weren’t possible.

“Nah. I can handle it. I’m not exactly fragile you know.” As I looked over his frame, I could see he wasn’t lying. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt that hugged his frame. No. He definitely was not fragile.

“Mr. Ethan, I’m going to step out for a minute. You can continue your work without my supervision for a few minutes, can’t you?” I fought to roll my eyes again towards her snarky comment. Ethan, on the other hand, seemed like he didn’t notice her snooty tone. With the sweetest smile, he replied with a simple “I think I can manage.” We watched her walk out of the room with her clunky heels, fading in the distance the further she got away.

“So,” Ethan started, looking at me now. “How’s the little guy adjusting to his new home?” It took me a minute to realize that he was talking about the bear he had won me earlier.

“Oh, he’s fine. He’s resting comfortably on my bed as we speak. I named him Benny actually.” He chuckled at the name.

“Benny the Bear, huh? I like it. It has a nice ring to it.” I felt the corners of my mouth tug upwards. “Hazel I have something to ask you, and feel free to say no. There’s absolutely no pressure.” I suppressed my smile as he rambled, waiting for him to ask his question. When he realized that I was waiting for him to speak, he began again. “Would you be willing to go out with me sometime?”

“Oh…” was all I said. I felt my heart quicken again.

“Yeah…” he chuckled again, only this time, out of nervousness.

“How about dinner sometime this week?” Ethan pushed, waiting for an answer. I thought about it for a moment. He was handsome, and I was definitely attracted to him. There was no doubt about that. What did I have to lose going on one harmless date with Ethan. Would Yongguk support it? Would it matter if he did or didn’t?

“Sure…why not?” The words escaped my lips in a rush.

“Really? Great! Um, then I’ll call you later, and see what day is good for you then?” It was cute seeing the excitement in his eyes and the nervousness he tried to hide. “So, I’ll see you later then?” He asked, trying to confirm my answer. I nodded my head.

“Definitely.”

#BAP #Yongguk #supernatural #fanfic

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