// study hall.

@moon gayoung .
Jiho ought to have been embarrassed by the turn of events; a senior of university, and still facing a striking risk of failing and repeating a grade. He had only just a single year left, twelve measly months, but had dragged himself off down the deep. Perhaps he shouldn't have been quite so relaxed during his earlier three grades.

But, of course, Woo Jiho lived only for today. He could worry about tomorrow and its problems, when the day came. Plus, it wasn't as if this was his first time, being sent off to be tutored by an unknown soul - but certainly, he felt bad for the victims dictated to try and educate the attention deficit feline.

Today, he had been instructed to meet a 'Moon Gayoung'. His professor, the old man pleading with the hybrid to be kind and at the very least try, had spent him at least five messages that week, reminding him over and over to show up and try not to give his so-quote "star student" a hard time. Jiho had laughed - though it was bitter and not in the least amusing. They all made it seem as if he didn't try at all - he did, more than his grades showed for. It wasn't his fault that his brain didn't wish to work in such a field; he was a arts and crafts sort of being, it took more than a pencil, paper, and formula situation to maintain his attention for long.

Still, he had promised to at least pretend nice.

There was an pressed smile on his lips - he'd even practiced to his roommate that morning, deciding between a few to see which grin looked the least forced - as he pulled out the chair by the girl he supposed he was to meet up with. It wasn't too hard to find her, with there only being a number of people at the study hall at the time of day.

"You're in my stats class?" He didn't remember her being there before; maybe he would have known, had he stayed awake past roll call. The curl of his brows peaked in question, just grazing his hairline before dropping back as he laughed more genuinely, both a little sheepish for not noticing the girl and a bit of amused. "Well, I'm Jiho. Sorry I'm late." He might have forgot completely, had his professor not messaged him again the other day.

Rolling his bag off his shoulder and dropped onto the floor, Jiho slid into his seat, his back cracking in protest as he straightened out his posture. He hummed, just a second, debating in his head of how to answer the girl's question. For now, he let her flip through the text, busying herself with her things. So how surprised would she be, had he explained that he knew not a single thing of what had been taught so far in class? Again he laughed, rubbing his nape sheepishly. "Everything, pretty much." He knew no pride.

(sorry this took a while eue ;; I had to do something arriving at school otl)

@jiho 'Okay, breathe.'

'Too fast, slow down.'

'No, too slow-just breathe normally.'

'Wait-when did I promise to meet him? Am I too early? Or maybe it isn't supposed to be the study hall. Oh my gosh, is my hair standing up? What if my fin-'

Gayoung nearly jumped out of her own skin when the chair next to her scraped out. Her panicked, wide eyes were met with smiling ones that had almost disappeared in their friendliness.

"I'm Moon Gayoung, nice to meet you; I'm in your Stat class and Prof. Hwang sent me to tutor you, what do you need help with the most??" left her lips in rapid succession in the most nervous sentence she'd uttered in a long time.

As she wallowed in her self pity, eyes downcast, she resigned herself to just flipping the textbook open and silently pulled out a notebook and pens.

@seokjin Seokjin's words had only accomplished to swim through her ears yet again. Eunbi was too entranced in tracing the indefinite crevices that etched imperfection into the room's brick walls with half-lidded eyes. The girl basked in the splendid daylight of which she had been denied of for too long that broke through the open window and trickled between the curtain cracks. She felt a warmth crash over her like a majestic wave, drowning her in a snug embrace with her body ready to surrender an overwhelming lethargy. Although it didn't stop her furry ears from twitching with every word he uttered, a blank face now bleeding with a sort of apathy. "Please, I was bored and needed something to do last night. Why do you make it sound like a bad thing? If anything you should count this as a blessing with those extra hours you have now." Eunbi mused on the boy's perplexed expression and pursed her lips, puffing her cheeks out a bit. "Maybe you could pick up a book about sarcasm and learn how to worry less about everything– What?"

Seokjin's response had caught her off guard. Hedgehog was an unexpected answer she was not expecting. If anything she had placed her winning bet on some sort of meek mouse or coy chipmunk. Eunbi rolled her side to the side, getting a good glimpse of him before it clicked with her. The spiked hair and the timid nature coalesced all too well. The girl erupted into a shameless fit of laughter, tears close to approaching. "Pfft, really? No wonder. Well, at least you're not a complete prick... but I really hope you take up my word about the coconut oil." The girl scrunched her nose a little before nestling her head back into the nook between her arms. "Call me... Eunji." She uttered almost in a whisper but just loud enough for the other to hear. It was another sham of a name, however at was at least bordering onto the truth this time. The girl was confident that this would definitely be their last meeting. "You better do well on the exam or you'll have to go find another tree to... apologise too..."

Eunbi had already fallen asleep before she could watch the male's figure leave the vicinity, her own curled up in the corner. Time flew by, soaring its wings at breakneck speeds. The girl was awoken from her slumber the concern of another worried student and the growing grumbling echoing from the bowels her stomach. The hands of the ticking clock asserted that it was around time for a very late lunch or an extremely early dinner. "The place's a mess. Do you know what happened here? They found the door broken and a couple of hinges missing.", the fellow undergraduate queried with furrowed brows. With a pleasant smile and laugh, denied that yesterday's theatrics had ever taken place.

[ ] aaaannnnd we're done. otl. i tried my best to reply but this is all i could serve up. feel free to take refunds. otl.

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@eunbi Yuju's sudden presence kind of woke the room up, so to speak; she walked loudly with steps accented with a sound of some sort of metal pieces clinking together, and talked loudly, probably on purpose. She sat herself down on the one chair that made up most of the furniture in the room, resting her arms on the armrests and letting her hands hang over the edges. Her fingertips were rough-looking, the top layer of skin peeling little in some places like she'd exposed her hands to a little too much friction and hard work. What had she done all night that left her eyes decorated with bags and her hands tired and worn? There was even this air about her that seemed generally fatigued.. Something about the way she sat, something about the way she blinked her eyes as though she were planning every time to close them for good. Seokjin fretted over these little things, greatly concerned for another sentient entity's wellbeing. Had she even slept at all yesterday night?

"The door.. You spent the night unlocking the exit? It would've been opened for us anyway, in a few hours! And-and now you've broken a door..."
Her eyes on his face made him reach out and touch the area surrounding his injury; the bleeding had been slow, sort of, but now there was quite a bit of it on his cheek, and the cut was still struggling to close.
The plan she'd worked out by herself was honestly the best one anyone could think of in this situation, and it was very true that he needed to get out of here soon to be able to take the exam.
"Social suicide?" he frowned mentally. He wasn't uncool... Was he?
"Of course I'll deny it, it's not like I," he shuddered a little even at the thought, "I would /want/ to be known as, as-" he didn't really know how to finish his sentence, so he ended up sputtering by himself and, in his head, screaming and running around in circles and crashing into trees. "I'll just deny it, okay?"
Ow- Ow, that /hurt/... His face still felt like it was being pulled apart even when she stepped away. How insensitive.. But did he really expect anything else from Hwang Yuju?
"Yeah, hopefully." He gave her his best scowl, but it probably turned out far from what he'd intended it to look like. Yuju went to sit in the corner to wait for her turn to escape, and the sight was almost pitiful.. But she'd hate it if he mentioned anything of the like. Of course.
"... I'm a hedgehog.." he said, though he could have been mistaken for an ant with how small his voice was when he said it. He cleared his throat, trying again: "I- I'm a hedgehog." She'd probably think it was stupid, a boy whose animal counterpart was no bigger than his fist and heavily made adorable and cute by the general public.
"Is your name really Yuju?" He asked, impulsively, even, because he'd really been curious about that one thing since yesterday night. It felt as though she had set up an environment for questions, so he thought he might as well go ahead and ask it.
Jin coughed a little embarrassedly at the awkward situation at hand, getting up from his seated position on the floor and turning to leave. "Thanks.. For, um.." What? What wouldn't Yuju reject? "I'll try hard on that exam."
And he left.

(I think we're nearing the end here! >__<)

@seokjin [ ] otl. my late night replies don't make any sense but that's exactly what went down. i hope you understand that everything's kinda flash-backy with the first paragraph. u gh. otl.
"Good morning, sunshine." The girl forced herself in the room, the door violent thumping against the wall and a smile plastered on a fatigued face brimming with sullied ebullience. Eunbi had reassured herself that dark bags that prettied eyes were strictly designer and that the reek of rich lather of conditioner wouldn't really bother her tonight, the very tips of her disheveled hair prickled her nape like affectionate pecks from thumb tacks. The girl's sanity was hanging by a thinning thread, ready to snap and the anticipation was killing her. Eunbi's irrational fear deprived her of any sleep. The thunder storm made the blood surging through her veins cold and breathing erratic. Every blinding flash of lighting that illuminated the study hall for fleeting breaths trailed a series of relentless shivers down her spine. Tears threatened to leak and her cheeks still felt moist. A nonchalant hum left her lips as she made her to the desk with relaxed shoulders, the rusty bolts in her back pocket clinked with every step she made.

She plopped herself on a chair though its stiff leather cushioning left her squirming for a while. The girl drummed her fingers against the tabletop in an incessant rhythm, numb after being excessively acquainted with metal segments and its arctic fevers. A daunting terror dictated that Eunbi had to keep herself occupied for the night's length duration. In reality, the study hall wouldn't be open for another hour or three. After Jin refused to comply with such bad manners, Eunbi, much to her own surprise, had actually accomplished infiltrate his phone only to discover that the boy had no credit. So she improvised. With the phone's gradually fading light and whatever stray bobby pins that made their home on the study hall floor, she attempted to unfasten the exist's locks with an aching arm and in the process broke a handful of outdated hinges. It was around quarter to two when she had managed to succeed, the long sleeves of her shirt damp from the playful specks of rain slipping through the door. Though she relented, deciding that it was better for Jin to get some good undeserved rest.

Eunbi continually blinked her eyes with the periodic short interval, treading on the narrow edges of drifting into another daze before sunlight refracted into her orbs, snapping her back into reality. "Here's the plan. I want you to leave the hall now. The door's unlocked. You're going to get that cut a band-aid and you're going to sit for that exam." She lifted her gaze to meet his. The blood staining his cheek had dried, but there was no harm in getting it treated. "I'll wait a while before I leave, it's social suicide for someone like me to be seen with a computer nerd like you." The girl let out a sarcastic scoff and hoped that the other wasn't fluent in stupidity and could catch on. "If anyone asks you about what happened. Deny. Deny no matter how hard they press." The girl slammed her hands against the desk, sending little tremors running through its wooden exterior. "But if people start getting annoying, just tell them I was freaking amazing." Eunbi approached him, crouching down to his level before proceeding to casually tug on his cheeks with her hands, stretching them out to her delight well aware that it would hurt like hell. Her smile widened into an animated grin, "Good luck on your test, . Hopefully, this would be the last time we ever meet." She patted his shoulder gently before she huddled herself into a corner, head buried in her arms. The female could finally get some rest. Though, there was something that did irk her and so she rose her head by the slightest and stole one final glance, "By the way... just a question. What type of hybrid are you?"

*In the study hall, I scatter a mass of bland flyers printed with the most unflattering photos of Eunbi. *On the bottom of the sheets in fine print reads "Is this really going to be the face of your next secretary"*

Baekhyun walked in and placed a couple of stickers of himself. He also placed a flyer of himself and giggled before reading it. "Please vote for me! I want to cheer on all the other candidates too~!"

@eunbi (Wait so was she fazed or wasn't she?
And I thiiink Jin is inside the study room and Eunbi is out in the hall, but I'm not completely sure)

Seokjin had decided that he would just let Yuju take his phone when she needed it from now on, it was becoming a routine and it would cause unnecessary complications in their escape if he didn't. He followed her into the study room she'd found, and thankfully it was spacious and didn't contain all too much furniture.
He expected her to stay in the room and get ready to sleep for the night, but he heard a slow creak from the old door, and turned around, dropping everything and reaching out to stop it from closing.
The door almost closed onto Jin's fingers, and he had to pull them out of the way at the last second to avoid injuring himself yet again. What the-
"Hey!" He banged on the door on his side, having heard the click of a lock, worrying that Yuju might possibly just have left him here to rot. To his surprise, it swung open a few minutes later, revealing her form still standing in the doorway.
"My-" The question was so ridiculously impolite and /absurd/ that Jin found himself spluttering, speechless. "You think I'd just tell you my password?" He made a grab for the device, making to keep it with him for the night. "You don't even need it when you're not trying to guide us through the dark somewhere!" Yuju wouldn't surrender it to him, stubborn until the end, and so he had to give up on that -- although, really, it might have had more to do with the many threats about what she'd do to his private parts if he didn't let go "right now!"
So he made a heartbroken goodbye-for-now speech to his phone and hoped he'd at least see it again someday.
When everything was said and done, he finally settled down in the dark study room, taking off his backpack and using that as an impromptu pillow. Just a few hours... Just a few hours and we'll be free...
He tried not to think about trying to escape this room itself, though, as it was locked from the outside and would keep him in here even if the main doors were opened for the day.
Hopefully, Yuju wouldn't neglect to free him. Hopefully.

Morning...
Jin had never thought that waking up could be so painful, both physically and emotionally. His back kinda hurt from sleeping on the floor, and the sunlight streaming in through the single window in the room looked sorrowful rather than welcoming. Still stuck in the study hall.
Still locked in a room.
He wasn't sure whether the knocking on the door and the whispers of "pssst, wake up!" in the night had been part of dreams or part of real life, because the rift between reality and imagination was always hazy in the night-time. It could just as well have been Yuju trying to stop him from getting any sleep as it could be mysterious spirits.
He got up, tidying himself up (a task which was much, much easier by daylight than it had been the previous night) and shouldering his backpack before knocking on the door. "Uh, hello?"
He felt a little awkward and also a little nervous, because what if Yuju had really just left, because what if she couldn't hear him, because what if she was standing outside just laughing her head off.
"I'm still here..."
He tried the door, which was still locked from yesterday, and seeing its refusal to budge turned his back to it and slid down to the floor, where he sat with his back against the door, occasionally knocking on it and wondering whether Yuju still wasn't up yet. It was pretty early in the morning, he'd gotten up with the sun, but it was wholly possible that she wouldn't get up until ten.
Jin sighed..
And then the door burst open behind him, scaring him half to death and with such force that it pushed him away as it opened. "wHAT..?"

@seokjin [ ] oh. i'm guessing you're korean then? coolbeans. yes, i meant piercing eyes! eye piercings... sound terrifying. i forgive you– /kicked. no, it's honestly okay! i usually don't give much thought about specifics. i'm usually just like: eunb is short, but jin is not that short. otl.

"Well, ." The vexing implications of their current circumstance dawned on her and the disgruntled girl kicked the door, the aggressive bang resonating through the hall and competing against the thunderous shrieks of the hostile downpour for clamorous victor. The once blossoming smile, that overflowed with optimism, permanently soured. The corners of her lips tugged into an acidic frown as her expression was carved callous. Eunbi was dumbfounded as to how the other had retained a composed facade all this time. "Sure. I saw a study room nearby. I'll need your phone again." She reached over and snatched the phone from his grasp with an apathy; it was becoming an overly familiar rehearsal and she no longer wanted the starring role. The girl uttered a quiet sigh while she flashed the phone's dying brightness in the black shadows that revelled in the absence of very much yearned for light. Her wary steps were weighed with a close precision. Sinking into the embrace of intimate linen sheets was a sensation she did not have the luxury of experiencing tonight. She would have been fine getting some shut-eye anywhere really, but she had to entertain the comfort of an unwanted plus-one. "Please don't try anything weird or you'll wake up with... well, certain parts of you missing." Seven minutes in heaven? Eunbi contemplated it as seven hours of hellfire and damnation.

After a handful of strides, their short-lived journey came to a conclusion with the wooden salutations of yet another door. With a belligerent grip, Eunbi jerked the door knob. Unlocked. The door swung open, the creaking of rusty hinges desperate for oil almost ear-splitting. The room would suffice, it was spacious enough to get lost in if was busied by more than a few measly chairs and the one desk sitting in the dead center. "Get in and make yourself comfortable." The girl propped her herself against the rigid door frame, her back stiffening as she gazed with hardened eyes. She was tired. "We'll occupy the opposite sides of the room. I'll sleep on the right side and you on the left." The girl raised a brow and crooked her head at an acute angle, her tone jaded and dull. "You do know which side is left, right?" She stretched her arms over her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "You see, I'd assume that you'd know this but... Hah." A fleeting smile graced her lips before a weary yawn spilled through its crevice. "Good night, Seokjackass. Sleep tight." Eunbi made a departure from the high-ceilinged confinements of the study room, closing the door and fastening the locks all too casually. She wasn't unfazed by the fact that she had just abandoned him in the dark.

The girl fiddled with his phone as she knitted her brows in sheer concentration, oblivious to whatever protests that were fronted on the other side. Eunbi was amazed by the how they hadn't tried calling someone for help. Perhaps, all of their fretting would have been put to rest with a simple phone call. Though, she considered who she would ring. Who would be up at this ungodly hour and could possibly provide the helping hand she so desperately needed? The girl had a few friends, but they were all still in their trial season, their noses stuck in thick books all day as they survived on substandard instant goods. A heavy guilt gnawed at her, she didn't want to disturb them from the sleep they deserved. Moreover, the services on the university campus didn't register with her and she was unsure if they operated deep in the early hours of the morning. She kept the police in the back of her head as a last resort. Panicked fingers eaten away by anxiety attempted to get pass the displayed lock screen. Hacking was a new hobby she had to learn how to perfect over time. Although with her luck as a technologically inept individual, all she had managed to do was to provoke a pop-up notification about the system going into a fifteen-minute lock. Eunbi groaned, a grimace painting her formerly blank features. The girl relented, she was at her wits' end. With a reluctance but despair playing advocate, she opened the study room door and peeked her head out. "Hey, what's your password?"

@eunbi (XDD Their korean is better than mine, since I wasn't born there, so I usually ask my parents about things I'm not sure about
P.s. I hope you meant piercing eyes, because it'd be kind of scary to have eye piercings)

Nope. It couldn't have helped less.
Jin flinched as a fist came seemingly out of nowhere and collided with his left cheek, stumbling backwards a bit with the impact to keep his balance. He closed his eyes, wincing as he felt a slight sting in the cheekbone area, and thought to himself how very lucky it was that it wasn't his eye, only a few centimeters or so above it, that had been hurt. "Distracting..?" He thought, silently grumbling about having tried to help.
Yuju was about the height at which she'd see his shoulder at eye level, but somehow, through a combination of tip-toeing and yanking his head down a bit she managed to get into a position from which she could stare at him straight in the eye. Slowly, she pulled them closer, her hands holding his face making it pretty much impossible to look away. Jin cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Totally. Not dead, that's- that's great..." Her stern almost-glare melted into a concerned look (though its level of sincerity was definitely up for debate), and when Yuju brushed her thumb against the spot it hurt and pulled it away to show him blood, he understood why.
"Maybe." He replied, shaking her off and pulling back. He hadn't exactly been in a position to have minty-fresh breath, he scoffed (though mentally, of course), as he'd been studying without pause for well over four or maybe five hours before this whole incident with the blackout. Still, he hadn't eaten anything for that entire period of time, so it could hardly be that bad. He wiped some of the blood, which he could now feel trickling down his cheek a little, off his face, and started after Yuju, who was already walking away at a brisk pace and pulling him along with her by his wrist.
The door. Freedom.
Freeeedommmmmmmm.
Jin could already see his bed welcoming him to his dorm with open arms, feel warm blankets waiting for him to snuggle up and smell fresh sheets on which he could lie...
And that was all shattered when the door resisted Yuju' attempts to open it, making disagreeable clicking sounds and just not cooperating in general.
He tried it, finding that the door really wouldn't budge, and basically just broke down crying. In his head, of course.
"It's, uh, it's locked..."
It was locked, which meant that it had been locked /for the night/, which meant that..
"And that means we'll be staying here for, uh," he quickly took his phone back from Yuju and checked the time, "the next seven hours or so."
He really didn't know what to say other than to just state the facts, so after that he just kind of stood there looking at Eunbi, both of them with the same foreboding I-know-what-will-happen-next-but-I'm-trying-not-to-believe-it face.
They had to steel themselves and face reality, so Jin tried hard to ignore the faint screams of 'Noooooooooooooooooooooooo...' coming from the deep recesses of his brain and start taking action to hunker down for the night.
He wanted to camp out right in front to the exit, so they'd be out first thing in the morning when it was made traversible, but right now little flecks of rain were getting in through the crack between the doors, which didn't much sound like a pleasant experience to undergo while trying to get to sleep.
He thought it'd be best, then, to pick out the most spacious study room they could (and the one closest to the escape route, of course), and try to sleep without feeling awkward.
And it was of the essence that they were up just before the doors would be opened, too: if they didn't wake up in time, or they were spotted exiting together, people might think that certain things had happened in the study hall tonight... And Jin definitely did not relish that thought. 'We were just sleeping!' would be a futile rebuttal to the comments he expected might be made.
"So, um, since I don't really want to sleep where I'll be rained on all night, I guess we're not sleeping, uh, right here tonight.. Do you know which study room is the biggest? And the closest to here?"

(15 cm (their height difference) is abouuutttt from the top of the head to the bottom of the nose, so I estimated that Eunbi's eye-level would be around roughly his shoulder height, but I could be horribly wrong plz forgive;;;)

@seokjin [ ] correct! i used another gfriend member for the fake name bc why not? i can't believe you asked your mom, though. lmao.

Eunbi was far too concerned with squeezing her eyes shut and attempting to normalise the erratic breaths that were drawn in and out; the fear consumed her from the bottom up at a painstaking pace. Perhaps, by chance, turning a blind eye to the thunderous chaos, whose howl couldn't be obstructed by armoured brick walls and bulletproof windowpanes, would coerce the storm to obscurity. The fretting girl had come to a cease in her tracks, frozen on the spot with her bottom subject to her constant gnawing. Jin's awkward, but well-meaning, words of comfort had only swam through her ears. The other's presence had completely consigned to oblivion with an increasing terror getting the better of her. That being so, when she felt a familiar touch linger around her wrists, her shoulders stiffen on instinct while muscles tensed. Her right hand fisted into a tight ball and she was quick to pivot on her feet, hurling a study punch and striking what she felt was someone's cheek. Eunbi held up the phone close to her face, blinding the male with the glaring light, " off!" A groan sullied with agony broke free from her lips, the sharp pain searing her arm only intensifying as if shattered glass were coursing through her veins. Though upon a closer inspection, she heaved a sigh in relief, her sore arm clutching her heart. ". You really should stop distracting me like that."

With a painfully shameless lack of enthusiasm and somewhat delicate handling, she reached on her tip toes and cupped his cheeks with her palms. "Well, we can celebrate. I mean you're not dead or anything," The girl inched her face closer towards his to the extent where she could feel him draw his breaths in. Pierced eyes surveyed his features as her gaze softening into one of taken over by concern. She furrowed her brow as a thumb ran over what appeared to be a gash. Red began to leak, droplets digging valleys and rivers through porcelain skin. She pulled back, her fingertips now stained with his blood and the faint smell tickling her senses made her want to cringe. "Though, you might need a bandaid... and maybe a couple of breath mints." Truthfully, it wasn't that much but it still needed attention. The intermission arrived at its conclusion and Eunbi swiftly spun on her heels, tugged and secured a hold on his wrist as she pursued her voyage. The incident only furthered the drive to find an escape in the welcoming arms of the desolate.

"Again, you really should stop scaring me like that," she scolded with a harshness lingering in her tone as she turned left. Knowingly, her hand travelled its way down to become acquainted his before she intertwined their fingers together. Eunbi hoped that he wouldn't mind her clammy palms. She knew that had only meant well and a foreign guilt had anchored her heart, sinking it into the depths of dark waters. It didn't phase the girl to spare a glance over the shoulder or to stop in her trek, playing sincere was a role all too difficult to her. Instead, the girl settled for a strangled and hesitant: "I'm... s-sorry, Seokjin." Before soon, after a few more paces made without a conscious choice and terribly bad navigation, the light radiating from Jin's phone reflected something metallic. Eunbi broke into a grin brimming with elation. It was the exit. She heaved a grateful sigh, her thoughts put at ease. Though as she pulled at the lever, it wouldn't budge, bemusing the female. "Strange... Jin, you try."

@eunbi (Haha just curious)
Seokjin relented, giving her his phone, but still eyeing her warily in case she tried anything.
They set off walking, but since he was a ways behind her it was a little difficult to hear her instructions over the crashing thunder that periodically barged into their conversation.
"...out, fallen.. k!"
"Go ....nd this de...!"
Although it was a bit of a challenge to make sense of them, he usually got the general gist. The rain hammered harder on the windows, making an incessant rattle reverberate through the space.
"Yuju? Yuju. . Yuju. ." Jin tested the name out, repeating it to himself a couple of times to familiarize himself with it, "What a peculiar name." It was true, he'd never heard of another Yuju in his life. Maybe it was a nickname.
A few minutes later, the light suddenly went out, as though it were being pressed against an opaque object like a desk, before being lifted again to continue.. how curious... Jin decided to ignore it, and consequently found himself nearly tripping over some chairs that were getting in the way, disorienting him for a second before he saw the light again some distance away from him.
The two students made some casual conversation -- as casual as is possible when you're both trying to escape a building in the middd of a dark and stormy night -- as they ventured further, and by the way the light was now falling on fewer desks and chairs and more long hallways he thought they must at least be halfway to the entrance. The leader of their expedition, Eunbi, really didn't seem like she knew where she was going at all, but Jin sort of just trailed along behind her, occasionally having to step over, or more often trip over, mysteriously obstructive office implements. They'd get out of here eventually. Hopefully. Maybe.
When she suddenly told him to make a sharp right, he kept walking at his normal pace, making the turn slowly with his hand outstretched -- wall. Wall. He banged his fist against a nearby desk to imitate the sound of his colliding with said wall; he'd really suffered too much already, and Eunbi would be too busy snickering to herself and trying to hide it to look back at him at the moment.
A particularly jarring strike of lightning illuminated the room and the objects within it with an eerie light, long shadows being cast over the floor. A long with it, a thunderclap that sounded like a form of the rage-fueled destruction that some malevolent god was wreaking upon the world below. "Woah, slow down, I can't-" Jin called after Yuju's rapidly retreating form, able to see only her back for a moment before he rushed to catch up. Had it been the lightning? Was the universe really going to tell him now that this girl was afraid of thunderstorms? Jin finally caught up to her, stepping cautiously as he was directly behind her and might accidentally step on her heel. "Uh, are you okay..?" He kind of choked on the last syllable, some part of him reflexively trying to stop himself, because who knew how she'd react, who knew whether she was actually legitimately afraid or if it was just an act to make a fool of him again; he'd said it anyway, however, because what if she /was/ hurting and he would just be keeping from comforting her like a selfish bastard.. What if she really needed help and he was the only one who could give it? "Was it the lightning? It's really not that bad, just, um, we can sort of train ourselves to ignore it..." It felt lame, like it was already a failed attempt even a few words in, but he kept at it. "Here, I'll, I'll, uh," he reached out tentatively to touch her in some way, hand hovering as he didn't quite know what was appropriate for the situation. Hand on her head, like she'd done to him before? Holding hands? Hand on her shoulder?? All signs showed their 'friendship,' if you could even call it that, was rather not-very-close-at-all to the skinship stage, but it seemed necessary for this situation in particular, when Yuju looked so uncomfortable and worried. He settled with 'holding hands,' awkwardly sort of just grabbing her and holding on tight. Would it help?
..Maybe?
(I had to ask my mom about 'Yuju' to check whether it was really a name, and she said it wasn't actually XDD which I assume you were also aware of (to make Eunbi's on-the-spot name more realistically on-the-spot) since it's a stage name)

@sojin "Its alright, I should've been paying more attention as well." he says softly, seeing her help him grab his books he smiles softly. "Thankyou." he says as he takes them in his arms. "I'm fine. How about you, are you okay?" he asks her softly.

@seokjin [ ] whoops. sorry for the typo then. uhm, eunbi's gfriend's sinb. why you ask? LMAO. THAT SHOULD HAPPEN. THAT WOULD BE GREAT FUN.

"I'll need this first before I start," the girl remarked with a playfulness to her tone which was only complemented by the condescending curl of her lip, as she once again seized hold of the phone. "Thanks, Seok-jackass." Eunbi soon embarked on their escape, her steady paces anchored down by a cautiousness as her field of vision scrutinised the surrounding perimeters obscured by the dark to their finest detail. A part of her was greatly indebted to the traits that defined Jin as a 'Class Act' pushover though another was greatly irate. "Watch out, fallen book," she hollered at the top of her voice as she curved her track around someone's neglected binder, its papers spilling over the floor. She was inclined to believing that he had received the message over the rumbling boom of thunder. The storm had at most gotten heavier, the echoing drumming of raindrops had become more incessant and the world that thrived outside the windows seemed desolate and bleak. "Hey, you know, I don't mind forever being known as that one chick who reduced your chances of ever having bratty children. Though if a name matters that much..." Eunbi's voice trailed off half-way through her sentence as she paused for a couple of minutes, attempting to piece together a sham of a name then and there. The girl didn't want to other be acquainted with her identity, should he file a report against her for assault. Too many minor accidents had already tainted her profile. Besides, she was certain that this would be their final encounter. In a muffled voice she stifle out a muffled: "Hwang Yuju."

With a couple of strides adding to the ever growing gap between, without a word the girl settled the phone at a nearby desk and carefully angled down a pair of swivel chairs that would obstruct his path. It would be a blatant lie to say that Eunbi had overcome their last confrontation. Now learning of his name, whenever she would hear the very utterance of 'Jin', it would at once leave a bitter taste in . For the moment, nothing would delight her sadistic tendencies more than watching him struggle. As she resumed her dimly lit course, a small laugh broke free from her lips as she shook her head in pure amusement, "Really, 'The best a man can get? Then you should really get your money back," The female remembering the sensation of how his rough hair prickled her fingertips. "Trust me–" She dithered on her words, knowing how careless was being with the phrase as the male probably had no intentions of interlocking freedom from doubt with her hands. "Wait, let me paraphrase that, take it from me, coconut oil really does help."

She shuffled her way around stationed desks with a degree of wariness, sliding herself sideways through narrow intervals and murmuring a string of irritated curses whenever she made the wrong turn. At times, Eunbi was tempted by the seductive thought of ditching him for dead in the study hall. Though, she had confident in herself that wasn't that pathetic. The girl spared a glance over her shoulder, her eyes searching the dark for his figure, "Make a sharp right!" She hoped that he would walk into a wall and perhaps, even survive the night with a bloody nose. Soon, the room reverberated with the sudden roar of thunder chased by the blinding glare lighting strikes. It sent ministrations through nearby desks and unsettled chairs from their static position. To say that it startled her was an understatement. As nervous laughter left her lips, her footsteps accelerated, the urge to locate the exit more desperate than ever.

@eunbi (* in this crouched position from which he looked up at her, she easily ruffled his unruly locks without so much as a hesitation.)

@eunbi To his surprise, the girl flicked the flashlight on on Jin's phone and started helping him gather his things; with that additional light he could begin to see his fallen papers and pens and started to collect them into a neat pile. His stationery was slowly disappearing from the pile, however, because the girl was stealing pens and pencils to stack them up jenga-style. Jin would ask her to give those back after he got all the strays that had rolled away, but when his pile was completed (sort of, it still needed those extra things she'd taken) and he was about to say something of the sort, she unexpectedly gave him some advice about his hair. "Herbal Essences, huh? And coconut oil? Guys don't usually use that stuff. There's Gillette, 'the best a man can get,' they make everything nowadays.." He laughed, "but if you insist that those will help me I guess I'll have to give it a try one day."
True, Jin had lots of reason not to listen to her, but there was a certain point in every problematic-haired person's life when they'd try pretty much anything. The girl had laughed at his plight before, taunting him because he'd been tripping over his words; it was borderline cruel, he couldn't help his stuttering. On top of that, it looked like she was messing around with his lock screen, and Jin rushed to warn, "Hey, watch it, you're going to-"
She'd done it.
"Did you just-?" he made a swipe for his phone in her hands, successfully prying it from between her fingers in the light the screen cast in the darkness. Upon taking it into his possession again, he checked it and saw that, yes, she had made the device activate the five-minute lock. If she got another wrong passcode after this, it'd quickly become ten minutes, and Jin was /not/ going to let that happen.
He spent the next five minutes reclaiming his belongings from the fallen Jenga pile that she had accidentally knocked over, holding his phone securely in his hand but still aloft to give him light while he worked. He agreed, he really did need that rest, but he was growing more and more convinced that he wasn't going to get it with this girl at the helm of their escape plan. Jin looked up when she tapped his head with the notebook he hadn't retrieved yet, seeing -- just for a fraction of a second -- a smile on her lips. It was a nice look on her, light-years better than her scowling, or mocking faces that made her nice face look ugly on a deeper level.
He cleared his throat. "What even is your name? I don't want to know you just as 'the girl who called me an ' forever, you know."
The girl reached out and felt his hair, making his cheeks redden in the slightest. Didn't she know it wasn't exactly considered normal to go around touching people? Jin was pretty sure she didn't consider them friends in any way. He was considerably taller than her standing up, but in his crouched position from Hopefully that blush would be hidden in the dark, if he angled his face away from the phone light..
He got up, suddenly and abruptly, carrying his things in his arms and stuffing them into his backpack. He'd left his laptop (and thus his beautiful computer bag) in his dorm today, but now he was kind of regretting that. He missed having it by his side like a little inanimate imitation of a puppy: it was a source of entertainment, he had to take good care of it so it wouldn' be damaged, and it would be his faithful companion for life.
"Okay, I've got my stuff," Jin stated matter-of-factly, "get us out of here."

('stationary' is an adjective meaning 'still, unmoving,' while 'stationery' is a noun referring to school supplies and the like
P.S. Which Eunbi is Eunbi? I mean which group, haha
P.P.S. wouldn't it be interesting if they did make it to the exit in the end, but found it was locked, to be opened only the next morning..!)

@hanbin Hyuna smiled as the boy moved himself away, knowing very well what he was doing. Hanbin didn't like others knowing of his soft interior, and although Hyuna knew he could easily take someone on if they were to hurt him, she also knew he was a lot more gentle and kind than he came off to be. But of course, she wasn't going to ruin it for him. She was simply thankful enough that she had made a friend in Hanbin, and she knew she could count on him.

Letting out a laugh, she shook her head fondly. "That's my good boy," she played along in a light tone, then smiled as she raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Your boxers are embarrassing? Now I have to know what they look like!" she insisted playfully, although the vixen really was quite curious of what embarrassing boxers the shark could possibly be wearing. She walked out of the room with him, heading in the same direction for now because the boys' dorm was quite close to the girls'.

@hyuna Just a little after he felt Hyuna's fingers in his hair, he moved his head away from her shoulder, getting back to his usual self because he couldn't let other hybrid to see that this shark wasn't actually that dangerous. Of course his face didn't look friendly at all and because he didn't really want to make friends it was just perfect.
"Okay, okay, mum. I'm a good boy so everything will be done as soon as I get back to my dorm", he said in a tone like he seriously was this little boy who was talking with his lovely mother. He chuckled softly before he start packing his stuff to his backpack and following older's movements he got up as well.
"Yes, all natural", he said with a mischievous smile on his lips before he laughed faintly. "Nah, let's just meet at the pool. I have to take something to change too. Today my boxers are too embarrassing to show them to people."

@seokjin Eunbi stifled a teasing laugh though she ended up beating a raspy cough down on her chest with a closed fist as she redirected the brilliance that radiated from his phone away from his face, "I'm sorry, but I won't make any promises." However, she was unable to restrain the pitiful laugh that spilled from her lips, the girl amused by the other's verbal stumbling. The girl pouted her lips in an over-exaggerated manner as she crooked her head to the side, feigning a taunting innocence, "I'm s-so s-s-scared. What would Big Bad Seokjinnie do? Huff, puff and blow my dorm down?" She held his phone up to eye level, eager thumbs toying around with the keys displayed on the slick touch screen. The female was technologically inept, preferring the satisfaction of flicking through the pages of a good book rather over her sight being numbed by the blinding glare of a computer monitor. "Hey, wouldn't it be easier for me to call you Jin? Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if other people did– ." By chance, in her feeble attempts of infiltrating his mobile device, the lock-screen had alerted her that the system had entered a five minute lock.

Quick to avert attention, Eunbi readied the light above him, exposing the scattered chaos that settled on the library floor; a landslide of pens toppling over slanted exercise books, dribbling ink onto blank sheets. "Oh. That was your crap?" She knitted her brows as she watched him helplessly flounder around with, puzzled. It didn't occur to her that she had knocked his belongings over. The girl bended her knees, crouching down to his level as she lent a helping hand. Under the phone's blinding gleam with her fingertips hooked over its metallic rims, using her free hand, she collected stray pens into a makeshift bundle. Seokjin needed all the help in the world and beyond should the pair break free from the shadowy labyrinth before dawn delivered the new day. It was peculiar. Naturally, most people would encounter some sort of trouble when in the dark, but he seemed to be a lost cause with the way his hands roamed with sense of no direction and squinted eyes. It wasn't long she was lead astray from her intention to help, entertaining herself with an improvised game of Jenga with his stationary. However, as she positioned a pencil into craving crevice with utmost care, with the provisional intervention of the smart phone's light, her attention was drawn to his coarse hair, its bristly nature similar to hers. To some extent amusing to her that they should share the same struggle in maintaining their rowdy tresses for near perfection. To her anguish, she felt an unfamiliar pang of empathy strike her. "Hey. You should try Herbal Essences. It's a great brand. You should also use coconut oil." A nonchalant hum left her lips as she redirected her concentration to her source of dispatching boredom.

Eunbi was on the near edges of completing her pathetic construction when her right arm flailed on born impulse, colliding with the tower and effectively provoking its great downfall. The girl heaved a sigh, her chin slumping into her palm, "Come on, computer nerd. Hurry up and gather your belonging. You need to take a long rest for that exam tomorrow." She reached over him for an unclaimed notepad with a hand before treating his cranium to a light tap with it, breaking into somewhat of a smile. "It would be all too easy for me to bully you for your failure if you didn't even try." Consumed by curiosity and oblivious to the concept personal space, she threaded a hand through his unruly locks. "Yeah. You should really use that coconut oil. Your hair's volume makes me want to weep."

@hanbin Hyuna watched the male with a fond expression, shaking her head to herself. It was quite evident that he was getting frustrated, but the second he heard the word "swimming", he instantly averted his eyes away from the piece of paper that was on his desk. The vixen's hazel eyes rounded in amusement as she looked down at Hanbin's puppy dog face staring back up at her, sighing and ruffling his dark hair. "Fine. Only because I need a break too. But you're finishing this homework tonight, do you understand?" she teased as if she were a strict mother, a soft and melodious laugh escaping . She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder, tilting her head. "I need to change into a bathing suit, unless you're cool with skinny dipping," she joked, running a hand through her hair and wiggling her ears. "Should I just meet you at the pool, sweetie?"

@hyuna "Why not? Stabbing myself now seems to be the best solution for my problems. Tho blood on my time-sheet may not be helpful with getting a better grade", he said and at the same time he picked up the paper, looking at it from a few different angles, his eyes slightly squinted just to make his vision clearer. It didn't matter that his sight was already pretty damn good.
He quickly put the paper down with a soft bang and yeah, he wasn't completely fine with disturbing others while studying. He sighed and ran his hand in his dark hair, moving longer strands away from his forehead and making it visible for at least a few seconds. But when he had heard Hyuna's offer, he turned his head and looked at her with slight frown, like he actually couldn't believe that she was serious about it.
"You know, I solved some mathematic problems here and results don't look so weird, nothing to worry about I guess. But believe me. This thing just my brain. Nothing clever will come out today without break. And water is just perfect relaxation", he mumbled his last sentance as he slowly leaned his head against girl's shoulder. "Let's go there first, hm?", he added with a little childish tone, looking up at his friend's face, having this stupid small smile on his own lips.

@eunbi Jin listened, as his hearing was much better than his vision, and heard the distinctive tread of a human being getting closer and closer. He didn't know who it was, and he squinted his eyes while looking in their general direction as though that would somehow help him see. Who could it be? By the way they spoke a second ago it was most definitely a girl, but who? The voice sounded gentle and kind, a little nervous or shy probably because it was so dark. "Um, no, I usually do my studying in my own dorm room," he began to say.
The student turned in his direction, kind of jogging but not really since there were so many desks in the way. When she was maybe a couple of feet away from him, she started speaking, but she cut herself off mid-sentence, alerting Jin to the possibility that maybe.... Maybe... this might actually be the one person he did not want with him in a dark room on a stormy night like this one. And the final statement about his identity really confirmed his suspicions.
She moved and little bit, but clumsily to an extent; he heard a sort of shaky breath that might signify that she had recently been injured or otherwise shocked, but he couldn't be sure without seeing for himself. Which he couldn't.
"Ah. It's, it's you, then. will I thought it might be." He remembered that '-kicking' all too well. "A- and of course I must have, I'm a computer science major."
The majority of his things fell onto him and he wanted to stop her, wanted to keep his things as neatly organized as they had been before, but he couldn't /do/ anything because he couldn't see for .
"Computer nerd?" He thought to himself, it was a term he'd heard people use to refer to him a couple of times but not often, as he was usually surrounded by many other 'computer nerds.' He obligingly reached into his back pocket for his phone, though not without having a little internal debate about it first; 'agree' did win out in the end, though, because he really couldn't see another way other than to camp out here until morning.
"I- I didn't /ruin/ anyone's project, thank you, I was here studying much like you must have been." He had never hated his stuttering as much as he did at this moment.
He handed his phone to her, not because he wanted to but because he had to, she was the one who'd need it to guide them out of here alive. Then, he turned back around and started fumbling around in the dark for his fallen supplies (failing miserably without being able to see them); he didn't want to go back to his dorm room without them and leave them here overnight.
"If you, uh, do anything funny with that I'm going to be very angry at you, a-angrier than I already am, I-" the threat slowly disintegrated into a weak sort of 'ahem, aha' that he despised coming from his own lips. There were a lot of things about himself he'd like to change, now that he thought about it.
The light came on from the back of his phone, now in the girl's hands, and it blinded him momentarily, "God, d- don't aim that at my face! And I'd appreciate if you would stop calling me things, my name is Seokjin." He usually told people to x all him Jin, since it was shorter, but he didn't really want to spare this particular human being her breath.

@seokjin A thumb fixed between pages would guarantee that she would have a place to start the next time her eyelids fluttered open though her grip on the novel had began to loosen. The girl's limbs jutted out in awkward angles as they stretched out on the table, her head buried between arms. Once engrossed in her fanfiction, Eunbi had soon drifted off to sleep. The gentle pitter patter of the rain provided an apt BGM and the brilliance of the bulbs that dangled above her dimmed set the mood. She needed the recreation, the stress having exhausted her by the week's conclusion. Her professor had given the class a week's extension for the paper and she knew that there was a god out there; his sudden spinal dislocation was a gracious blessing in her eyes. Final submissions were due yesterday and as she surrendered her portfolio, its contents overflowing and its quality questionable to a degree, she was self-assured that she would at least pass. However, for the last handful of days, the all deciding universe had been anything but merciful to her. Sometimes, her palm would still feel the after sting from the slapping that .

Suddenly, an unanticipated booming crack of thunder unsettled her, drawing her back to the crashing waves of reality. Panicked hands roamed the table's smooth exterior as her back shot up, stiffening into position. She was so lost in the chaos of it all that she also lost her balance, the chair legs rocking back and forth. Taking a grazing fall off her seat and collapsing on her back, she felt her right arm go limp as it came into contact with the desk's metal column. "." An agonised cry escaped her as she attempted to prop herself back up. Although, her velvety ears perked as a dubious voice resonated through the shadowy hall. It struck her that she, herself, wasn't her only company. "Hey, so I guess you're in here too... So, do you come here often?" A shy smile blossomed on her lips as her paces chased the direction from which the voice was echoing from underneath the starless sky. The girl was appreciative for her fine eyesight, her type of hybrid were gifted with vision designed to provide high sensitivity in dim light. However, Eunbi still narrowed her eyes, keeping a vigil for any sharp whatsits and acute whatnots as dusk manifested in the distant corners and seeped through the crevices of brick walls. "Um. You wouldn't happen to– Oh,"

"It's you." The ending chapter to Eunbi's wandering is met, much to her distress, with the appearance of a familiar figure. A juvenile face obscured by hazelnut locks and distinctive black frames. The girl gritted her teeth to keep her thinning sheet of composure under control, aiming a finger at him albeit clumsily. She would have to refine her coordination with her right arm rendered hopeless. She shut her eyes for a brief moment, drawing in a sharp breath as the limb achingly pulsated. "Last time we met I kicked your sorry and you said something about computer programming and stuff." Without thought, the girl lunged at the desk he neighboured, driving all of its stationed content off the desk's edged cliff in a massive sweep. The sounds of falling books, fluttering sheets and plummeting pencils echoed in the blackness as Eunbi positioned herself on the table top, her legs free to dangle. "Come on. Get your phone out, computer nerd. We can use it as light." The girl wasn't in the best condition to put up her fists and knew, reluctantly, that she needed him if she wanted to return to her dorm with her phone dead. "So... what brings you here, ? Whose project did you manage to screw around with this time?"

@sungmin "Yeah yeah, sorry, I didn't see you" she said, helping stack his books up and then grabbing her own, standing up. "Are you ok? I'm sorry I crashed all your books" she said, looking at him, feeling bad.

@sojin Sungmin is in the library, going through the isle to gather some research materials. Sungmin has a an essay due in two months and he wants to get as much of the research done as possible then write it out so he's just done, or atleast with the draft. Upon walking out, Sungmin bumps into someone, his books falling to the ground. "I'm so sorry." he almost squeaks out as he looks at the woman. "A-A-Are you o-okay?" he asks her shyly as he kneels down to start picking up his books.

@eunbi It was late at night, very late, and Jin was in the study hall, studying late into the night as the setting suggested. For tomorrow's test (his professor liked to give several mini-tests throughout the year, separate from their formal exams), he had a written examination rather than a programming task this time, so he needed all the cram time he could get. It was a week or two after he had 'returned' the CD-ROM to the mysterious, angry girl, and sometimes he still got stressed out just thinking about how poorly that meeting went.
It was raining and stormy out, giving bright-but-breif flashed of light to illuminate the room. The strange lighting was really making it hard to see, ruining Jin's night vision so he had to readjust to the dim light of the room every two minutes. He was so absorbed in his studies that he didn't notice anyone else in the room besides himself, and that was fine with him. Studying was best done by oneself, he thought, and away from people like his roommate, Jackson.
He was just getting through an excercise on page 245, taking up his pencil and starting to scribble his answers down on some scrap paper, when suddenly all the lights flickered.. flickered... and turned off.
Well then. It looked like he would be finishing up this study session tonight early. But first, how to get out.. He could see nothing in the gloom, but now that there was nothing else distracting him he thought he could hear movement.. shuffling.. He hadn't been alone in the study hall after all.
"Uh, hello?" He tentatively called out into the gloom of the night, hoping to all things holy that it wasn't who he thought it might be..

@seokjin Chuckles soft and ends it with a sweet smile/
I just don't like my friends hungry, maybe you'll get fat when you spend with time with me more, cause I like feeding my friends a lot
/Chuckles softly, looks at you secretly as you laugh, your laugh sounds really melodic and it's a melody to my ears and secretly checks you out, looks at your hair, eyes, nose, lips, your jaw line, neck, body, and stops for a while when I saw the crotch area, blinks and looks away instead/ Okay oppa~ /Gets my bag and looks up to you as you hold out your hand, making me blush a little bit, tucks my hair behind my ear gently and holds your hand and smiles sweetly, walks out of the canteen and walks a bit to my dorm, uses the elevator to go up to my room, gets the keys and opens the door/ I know it's kind of messy here oppa, he he, this is so embarrassing~ But make your self comfortable like it's your room, why don't you take a sit oppa ? /Chuckles softly and finds my camera, runs my hand to my hair as I can't find it/ Omo, wear is that ? /Found my camera and gets it, gets also cookies that I've baked and hands it to you/ You go help yourself oppa, just don't eat that much cause were still going to eat, tell me if its good or what /Chuckles softly and looks at your reaction while eating it while I patiently wait for your answer/ Are we ready to go oppa ? /Looks at you while smiling brightly/

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@minah Since you seem to be okay with it, I'll go with you, keep you company and everything else; we can get to know each other and things through this, it's very lucky that we met today!
/smiles back at you, who could resist your smile with that really?
Oh, That's - Thanks, you're very considerate.. Even though standing around really won't take that much energy..!
/laughs, i know this is going to be a great day, I can feel it. Spending time with you.. you and your lips and your eye smile and your beautiful hair
/ and god even though i try my hardest in my life not to look i can't help but notice what a great figure you have.. your s draw my eyes' attention but i quickly ignore them, i know it's rude to stare and it's not proper. *I am a gentleman,* I tell myself
Alright then, let's go have some food right after we get that camera. Come on!
/I get up and hold out my hand, waiting for you to follow, I feel like a prince charming..