// computer lab.

@seokjin .
He wasn't entirely sure what had come over him to suggest actually meeting their unfortunately shared father. At the moment it seemed like a perfectly well idea. He needed to see the man for his own eyes, though unsure whether it was to assure himself it was really him, or perhaps even the other way around; maybe it would be better, find out that Jiho had only seeming mistaken the elder for his own. But for whatever the reason, it clawed at him to pursue the task. He needed to see and check for himself.

It was an odd swirl of worry and relief at his friend's positive reply. Jiho found a grin surface, nodding lightly. "Thanks, Jin." Stepping back into the closer confines, he tugged his friend into arms, clasping them around his friend's shoulders to a thankful embrace. Seokjin could have just as easily said no - but he hadn't.

Jiho pulled away soon after, too pleasantly agreeable to the phone call to - who was possibly - his least favourite man. And although the call wasn't answered, Jiho felt as a load had been taken off his chest. It felt much better than the blind knowledge of a what could be. He shrugged. "Yeah, you do that." He wasn't sure for what, why, things seemed quite so different now. It wasn't as if Seokjin resembled the old man in any way, and yet Jiho found it troubling looking at him the same way as he had before; he had been born of what was likely more love from the man who hadn't stayed even long enough to watch him be birthed. Was this jealousy that he felt? He frowned. Seokjin was still Seokjin, he hadn't to remember that.

Shaking his head, Jiho shifted, sliding over to fill the space to his friend's right, tossing a heavy arm on slim shoulders with a pulled grin. "Well, lets go get something to eat, I'm starved. You owe me breakfast for calling me out so early, by the way."

/time skip.

There hadn't been long before the coming of the holiday break and Jiho found himself growing a larger bundle of nerves coming closer toward the date. He had unknowingly growled at a number of his friends and professors, the high tension radiating from him in show of the rigid snaps of his tail.

Come the last day to, Jiho found it impossible to sleep. He had twisted a greatest number of times in his bed, shifting in one direction to another, before rising with his set alarm, in the end having gained no rest over the night. No matter, he felt wide awake as ever.

Bidding farewell to his roommate, half-heartedly wishing the freshman boy a good vacation, Jiho slung his lazily lacked sportsbag over his shoulder, casing a smaller number of his clothes for the holiday outing. He figured that he wouldn't need to bring quite so much this break; for sure, if his suspicions proved true, he wouldn't be able to withstand being under the same roof as the bastard for long. If the case came to worst, he would simply turn around and head to his own home, or perhaps back to school. Nothing was set in solid, but since when did Woo Jiho ever plan to ahead of time?

Shoving his sunglasses on, more to hide the lowered dark rings under his eyes from the lack of sleep from anixety than to shield his eyes from the light, Jiho slugged with heavy steps to the computer lab, where he had promised his newest "little brother" they would meet for this newest adventure. How had Seokjin slept, coming this day? Likely as great as he had, judging the not greatest reaction their first knowing. Jiho sighed, shifting the straps of his bag on his shoulder. Perhaps it ought have been better, had he decided against prying in Seokjin's wallet for a spare dollar or two. He grunted. A dollar was not nearly worth all the trouble they found.

(/rolls. sorry this is so late + bad otl. i've been more lazy than busy i have no excuse i'm sorry otl. i wasn't quite sure where to take them with the time skip - but didn't want to push it on you since you started this for us♥ - so it might be a little awkward en e//// should we take this to a different room or just it and stay here?

they're both such great songs. omf woo jiho and his song writing skills i'm cry. he's getting better at singing. he's like a one man band. i'm dying. my bias in blockb is supposed to be bbomb but zico is quickly stealing my life. sob. i've been honestly listening to 겁 and drowning in the feels. FEELS)

@jiho (Omg I'm so sorry this is three whole days late, I just moved and the wifi only got up yesterday.. Sooooooooooooooo yeah ;;;;;;

Ooh I see I see you used some background information that we revealed earlier in the plot like like the resemblance thing from the dad being glad Jin looked a lot like his mom or or or yeah haha hi I think I'm a little off today ignore me)

"Meet him...? Jiho, are you cra-" Jin started, but thought better of it and stopped himself mid-word. It would probably be better for Jiho and his sanity if he did meet their dad, if only to see him and how he'd turned out. The man probably wouldn't recognize Jiho, so he could just be 'a friend from school' until.. until Jin didn't know when. Maybe forever. Maybe two seconds.
But no matter the details, Jiho wouldn't stop being so distressed and worked up about it if he never met him, and so it would be best if he got his wish.
So Jin changed his mind. "Y-yeah. Sure. Break is coming up in a few weeks, so you could, um, come home with me over the holidays and, and meet him."
And hopefully that plan would work, get them somewhere? Maybe just seeing him would calm Jiho down, or maybe it'd make him even angrier.
There were too many things he was still unsure about, and none of them could be fixed unless Jiho actually stood within the confines of the house and looked for himself.
The hugs and cheek-kisses wouldn't feel quite right any more, Seokjin thought. He sort of missed it, now, even if his father hasn't actually changed at all as a person, it was only Jin's perspective that had been altered. Even if his mother hadn't really even been too involved in the whole thing. He had only known the truth behind his father's actions for a few minutes, but already he was missing being blissfully unaware of everything that had been going on in the family for the past twenty-so years.
"Let's do it," Seokjin said finally, worrying fleeting that it might be too shaky or too quiet to have been heard; however he trusted that Jiho's ears could pick up on any tiny sound he made, so it probably had been received. Probably. "I'll, um, call home right now, to make sure it's okay for me to bring a friend home."
He started to pull his cell phone out of the front pocket of his computer bag, then, even as he spoke. He scrolled until he found 'Dad♡,' but instead of pressing the button to call, edited the name, taking out the heart. Hhe'd put it there years ago, when he had gotten his first phone, and hadn't had the will to change it since, but now seemed like an extra good time to do it. He angled his screen away from Jiho's face to make sure he wouldn't see what the name had looked like before, just to be safe, even though his brother probably wouldn't flip out about it if he did see. Just taking extra precautions, that was what Seokjin was doing.
His dad didn't pick up (and perhaps that was a good thing), so he left a quick message and hung up, turning to look at Jiho. "I'll let you know when I hear back from him, so, so..."
He didn't really know how to end that sentence.
"Yeah."
He coughed awkwardly, still looking at his friend-turned-brother as though he were afraid to look away.

(Yes, let's do that! Sounds awesome (=^.^=)

You can time skip in your reply, like to them packing up their stuff the day before they go to meet him, or you can just continue in this time and I will, if you don't feel comfortable timeskipping

And then they can have a deep talk in the car on the way, and then they can be nervous at the doorbell, and then they can meet him, and then the running thing can happen, etc. etc. etc.

So recently I've had both 빛이 돼어줘 and 품행 제로 stuck in my head at the same time and it's a weird combination but both of them are so good and Zico's singing voice is so nice and U-Kwon swearing has never been this awesome and and and /dies painfully)

@seokjin .
Jiho scoffed, loud and unrestrained to the ridiculous statment. Forget? Pretend that he hadn't just seen his own missing father in his friend's wallet. The task was impossible, even for a boy as scatter brained as he; there was no way he could simply walk over this realization as if nothing was the matter. Every time he looked at his friend, the unfortunate reminder of the man who had walked out before the birth of his first born would burn into his mind. As much as he didn't want to, he would see his father in the unlikely face of his new half brother. And it simply wasn't at all fair.

"Forget? Lets see you do that!" He was irritable and Seokjin was simply pushing at all the wrong buttons - but lets be fair, all buttons were the wrong ones in moments like now. "Put yourself in my shoes. Imagine you just found your stupid old man you've never ing met because he decided to just ing bail on you and your mom before you could even so much as walk." Did he have sour, unresolved feelings? Of course.

Seokjin, luckily, held no immediately noticeable physical likeness of their shared father. Jiho found relief to that, unsure of how he would have reacted, had he been acle to directly see the resemblance. And he was ever more glad the second born held no mental likeness - at least none of which Jiho had been able to catch - either. Perhaps given time, he could forget, or at least feign to have done so, but for now, for the time being, it was impossible, simply atrocious.

"I want to meet him." He wasn't sure where the idea had sprouted from. Jiho wanted to see, first hand, whether this man was really the one from the folded pages of his mother's notes - the man had so carelessly dropped his mother and he into the wild. But what would he do, once he knew the truth? If he wasn't him, then good; but what if he was? Would he punch him? Cry? Yell? Kick and scream? Jiho wasn't sure, the once brash nature of his sobering out to a dulled revision to his childish nature. He wouldn't admit, not outloud, but he was scared.

The determination setting in his eyes, Jiho nodded, biting deep into his lower lip. "Come on, Seokjin, you can do this for me, can't you? I just ... I just want to see him. Just ... just to see if it's really him?" And after? Well, he hadn't thought quite that far into his plan. "I'll just, I'll try and forget about it then," this part was a lie. He couldn't forget - ever. "Please? I just have to make sure."

(lol well then first option it is. we can have them meet and jiho can ... idk punch the guy and scramble off somewhere, the bar perhaps and seokjin can find him wasted and blabbering dumb things and things can lead again from there? eu e/// my ideas aren't always the best otl /sorry)

@jiho Seokjin had once sworn to himself that he'd hate the man who'd treated Jiho so terribly with his life force if it came up to it; this was right after they'd had their first deep talk, right after he'd first heard about Jiho's heartbreaking past.
And now that he was relatively sure that his father was that very man, would he keep that promise to himself? Would he be able to? Yes, he would have to keep it. That was what promises were for. But if it came down to it, could he really physically be able to do it?
Jin didn't want to think about the answer to that one. Forfeiting his love for a parental figure with a history of many wrongs for his love of a brotherly figure who had done nothing to harm anyone. He would find out if he ever got into that situation, he reasoned, and so there was no reason to dwell on it now.
Maybe.
"Well, if there's nothing we can do.. Can we just.. live as friends, then? If, if.."
Seokjin looked up, brows furrowed and bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Like, try and forget about this whole thing and.. and just live normally? I- I didn't know your dad was my dad, um, but now I do! So, so I hate him now! Strongly! For treating you and your mom like that..." He trailed off, yet again trying and failing to express his emotions about the topic. He really was sure now, though, that he wouldn't be giving his father a big warm hug when he next went home for the holidays. The image he'd always had was tainted now, with the sweat and suffering of his half-brother. Hate was a strong word, but it did to describe at least some of what he felt towards his father now that he'd found out what kind of person he really was...
It reminded Seokjin of how he would be going back home in just a few weeks.. what would he say to his father then? Would he even spare him a word? Or on the contrary, would he say everything? Would he try to explain why he was acting differently this time?
He didn't know at all, not yet, not now.
"But the real question is, what do you /want/ to do about it? I can imagine how hard it'd be on you if, if you just had to live while trying to ignore this..."
He searched his friend-turned-half-brother's eyes for an answer, for confirmation, for anything and things he couldn't even put into words, let alone name simply--

(OK, so now there's a decision to make, either they can go visit the dad together and the plot can end on the dad seeing Jiho and being like I.. I know you... DUN DUN DUN
Or
They can just decide to ignore the whole thing and the plot can end with them just chilling idk maybe this isn't the best idea after all nvm
Or whatever you can think of >___< If there's better way to end it I'm downnnnnnnn)

@seokjin .
In his years being friends with Seokjin, he had never once been bothered by the hedgehog's placid personality. He'd always been of the softer kind, a sweet smile and at his best; but none of that was anything to particularly complain about. But now, at this moment, he was finding it hard not to growl at the stutters and indefinite answers - not that Jiho was willing to take in anything but own find.

"Yeah? Great person?" The cheetah rolled his eyes, letting out a less than polite scruff as he threw his arms again in the air, his emotions shown loudly in his actions. "Yeah, ing amazing, ain't he? Kicking off his first and skipping off to his second - or no wait, maybe my mom was the second." Whichever it was, the man had never been shown on a good light to him. It didn't matter to him which of the man's two relationships were first or second, regardless of it, Jiho hated him just as equally. And he had never been too proper in keeping his emotions quite in check.

Growing up, Jiho had watched his mom struggle through the rough of their life, working jobs day and night to keep them fed. His father had never paid child support or once appeared in front of the mother-son duo. There really wasn't an answer as to why Jiho had memorized the face he had found in the deeps of his mother's notebook. Perhaps it had simply been to sulk in solitude, to silently hate the man with all he had, knowing well he would likely never meet such a man.

And now, he was having trouble deciding whether he liked it knowing, or remaining ignorant to the fact of his supposed birth father's second life.

The irritation had peaked to a point Jiho found it impossible to remain in one position. He did what he could to keep from taking the answer out on his unsuspecting friend, pacing the rows following the desks and chairs. What to do; what was he supposed to do?

It had slowly occurred to him that perhaps he could call his mother - or not, he was quick to dismiss the thought in fear of traumatizing the woman - when Seokjin had decided to stand. Jiho hadn't noticed it, miscalculating the space left between him and the other boy, when they collided. He froze, the irritable flinch of his tail halting in a stern point as he gasped, drawing back a lengthy second after their lips met. And for a moment, he stared, eyes drawn wide and lips slightly apart in the surprise. What was that? Then he drew back, twisting his head down and away from the other with a low cough and tongue rolling over lips. Well that was -

"I don't know," he huffed. He was just as confused as the hedgehog. What was he supposed to do. He wanted to kill the man, but he wasn't there now, was he? It was Seokjin in front of him, a boy he'd known for the several years attending this school. He definitely didn't have any sore feelings for the boy - or at least hadn't and most certainly hadn't any reason to start now. Jiho's cheeks huffed in the gaining loss.

Turning, taking steps back toward his friend, chest puffed in pride, Jiho watched down the other boy, keeping the hardened look still in his eyes. "I hate him." And then he softened, as if deflating. "But I don't hate you." He couldn't, Jiho decided. Not Seokjin.

( still shouldn't have mistaken it ;AAA ; /// esp since i was going to buy a hedgehog not too long ago sob. my bad won't happen again. and it's fine yo eu eb omg 난리나 was an amazing era. until of course the incident and quickly following the law suit. otl. it's okay tho my babies are back to me now cry )

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@jiho (Don't apologizeeeee Lolol like I said it doesn't really matter, but now you know, I guess!
I twisted the plot radically here, whoops. Plz forgive... I'll write up an alternate if this doesn't work for you ^^;;;
Also, this is pretty disjunct and fall-aparty, 'cause I was trying to stretch it... ㅠㅠ /kicked into a pit)

Seokjin was still busy collecting his brain cells from where they'd been scattered everywhere on the floor by the sudden revelation that he and Jiho might indeed share a father.
"Uh." He choked on his words, swallowing them again; really, what other explanation was there?
"I- I know that you had something of a, a troubled past with your dad, but um.. Maybe you're mistaken? I don't know, just maybe.. 'C- cause dad's a great person, really..."
He wasn't so sure himself.
He was /very/ not-so-sure.
Seokjin would honestly give anything not to be in this situation right now: his computer, his face, his video game collection, his ity..
Well, maybe not the last one. It had probably already been taken multiple times over by his right hand anyway.
He cleared his throat, unable to shake a feeling like it was being blocked by some unknown force that wouldn't stop trying to strangle him to death. He was nervous, and all his thoughts were shooting in different directions and bouncing all over the walls and each other in his head.
Everything he'd ever thought he'd known about his 'dear old dad' was on the brink of going down the drain. Was the man who'd taught him to ride without training wheels, who had been so gracious as to set Jin up on a sort-of blind date with his crush in his third year of middle school (it had never worked out, though), who'd nearly cried when he left for college, really the same one that had treated another of his sons, coincidentally one of Jin's best friends, so terribly?
"Well... well, if we're really related, uh, could we take is as that and- and just move on, or..?" He was bad at picking words, and it showed. How else could he express this gnawing, unsure feeling in his stomach?
Jiho was pacing around the room, unable to keep still. His long tail swished behind him almost frantically as his frustration tried to find a way to vent.
Had Seokjin really expected things like that to calm Jiho down? The latter was still clearly agitated, and Seokjin didn't know what to say or do at all.
But in any case, it was probably better that he stood up, to make his case easier to accept.. yeah.. He'd stand. He would still be shorter than Jiho, but it would probably do something.. right?
So he got up from his chair, on his tiptoes to make himself at least a little taller, looked up and opened his mouth a fraction to try and start talking, and..
Met Jiho's lips.
It was only for a fraction of a second, more of a brush, really, but it had happened. And it had felt like years.
And it was gross. Maybe. Was it? You're not supposed to feel attracted to your best friends, and you're especially not supposed to feel attracted to your brother. Brother? Half-brother? Stepbrother? He'd have to look their situation up later to be sure.
Admittedly, he hadn't not thought about Jiho in that way before, but...? Their situation really didn't need complicated feelings in the mix as well.
These thoughts failed to stop the blush spreading across his cheeks, however, and so he quickly turned away so as to try and hide it. After a while, he thought it might be gone, so he looked at Jiho again (his eyes in particular, to emphasize that this was a serious question, though he had to look up a bit to get there).
"Jiho.. if your dad is my dad...." He swallowed thickly, unable to believe it and still recovering from that accident. "What are we going to do?"

(Imagining Jiho in a fur coat is bringing the 난리 나 memories back, ah gawd /wiggles arms, rap fails)

@seokjin .
The two pictures had clashed in his eyes, one with a hard sturdy face and the other smiling, a hand placed lightly on his second son's shoulder. And to the drastic comparison, Jiho hissed. The man hadn't once made himself present in Jiho's waking life, keeping himself veiled in mystery and only visible in the one identification photo that was left behind when he had parted with his mother.

Growing up, Jiho had wondered what it had been that had caused the older man to run away. Why? Was it because of him? Had the man been afraid of the commitment that would come with having a kid? The unknown answer had always bit at a keep corner of his heart, but now, knowing that this was obvious not so, the anger rose at his throat. But yelling at Seokjin, an innocent bystander to a man's unjust indecisiveness, would solve nothing. This, perhaps, was what made him even more upset.

"Yes he is!" Jiho was being ridiculous. Of course Seokjin wouldn't understand. He'd lived a fair enough life with both his parents; for all Jiho knew, the very man who had left him like an unwanted toy, might have treated his other son like the world. He huffed. The irritation was clear in the cheetah's eyes, his tail flicking in jointed snaps. Jiho understood it wasn't fair at all to be mad at Seokjin, but the anger didn't dissipate. It irked him seeing the man who had trouble his family so much be so happy. Perhaps if he hadn't known, he wouldn't have cared.

In any other circumstances, it would have been a joy to find that your friend was actually a related brother, even if it was only half of their blood that mixed. But in a case like his, Jiho found it impossible to smile.

Letting the irritation take over, he relinquished his hold on the object, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he twisted on his heels and back again, unable to keep still in the annoyance. It wasn't fair, it really wasn't fair. Uncaring of whether there were anyone else in the room, Jiho let out a rippling growl, hissing and spitting as his animal nature commanded of him. Of how he would have liked to claw a nice set of lines across the man's face.

His eyes snapped back to Seokjin's as the words were out, unbeknownst the feline himself, aiming a point hiss in his direction, daring him to say such words again. His shoulders bunched, Jiho pulled a chair out, scraping its legs into the floor below it, as he looped to sit in it backward, spreading his legs on the each sides of its back. Didn't match up? Then what else could it be? Woo Jiho could not have mixed up such a face. Not this one.

Brushing his hand through mess locks, Jiho breathed. Seokjin was a friend; it wasn't right of him to be so mad. "Yeah? Then you got any other brilliant explaination? Cause if you do, I'd ing love to hear it." His words were harsh and most certainly not considerate of the other boy's position - Seokjin didn't know, he was not a part of the guilty party - but neither had been Seokjin in his last. Scrunching his face, Jiho rose again, kicking the chair back where it belonged. He simply couldn't sit still through a matter like this.

( oh god i'm so sorry ;; i don't know what exactly i was thinking writing that my bad omg sorry sorry otl// i'll just, go and change settings on my phone so i don't ever write porcupine again otl. en e ;; )

@jiho (I don't mind this (mostly because I got th em confused too before I had to do research on animals for the character), but I'm gonna play Jin's part and be super picky over hedgehogs vs. Porcupines
*ahem*
https://acwwhappiness.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/porcupine-vs-hedgehog.jpg?w=600 http://tmbattle.com/battle/4254/Hedgehog+vs+Porcupine.jpg
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d7/0a/5f/d70a5f246326254315b7ea8e52fed4bc.jpg
In essence, porcupines and just uglier and bigger.
And this concludes the lesson *adjusts glasses*)

"Your dad.. what?"
Jiho had found his wallet, all right. And that was probably a bad thing, judging by this reaction. This reaction that left Jin /so confused/...
"What's going on? Jiho, your dad isn't in my wallet! " He tried to calm his friend down, as it was obviously just a big misunderstanding, "That's... My..."
And then he thought shutting the up would be a great idea right about now (he made quite a good decision on this one), because What Did That Mean? His father, quite possibly the kindest man in the world, was the same one who'd thrown Jiho and his mom out into hardship and ran off by himself? It qasn't uncommon knowledge that Jiho's history with his father was rocky and unpleasant. The characters didn't seem to match up at all. But if Jiho said he saw his own father in Jin's, then maybe, maybe they were really actually the same person? Just maybe? It didn't seem possible.
Seokjin had lived a sheltered childhood, and his parents loved each other and loved him.. Or at least his father always praised his mother's beauty. How he always joked about how glad he was that little Seokjinnie had taken after his mother's looks instead of his father's. He was such a genial, good man, but this image was being gnawed at by the evidence that showed he might just be the same violent, cruel man who had abandoned Jiho before he was even old enough to remember it.
Jin couldn't be brought to believe that his father, so affectionate and caring in his experience, could be a cheater and a family-breaker at the same time.
Jiho was still glaring at him, obviously heavily affected by the discovery of the photo. There had been only a few times along the course of their friendship at which Seokjin had felt afraid in the same way he was now; the leopard radiated sort dort of a predatory power when he was angry that made Jin want to curl up into a ball and die. Jiho was slightly taller than him, too, with a stronger built stature, which didn't really help with the fear thing at all.
It was all he could do to catch his wallet when it fell, feeling like his stutter would come up in full force if he tried to say anything at this moment.
"Um. Thanks for getting my wallet...?"
For a guy whose counterpart animal was one that was no bigger than his fist and that was heavily made adorable and cutesy by the media and by the general public, Jin was holding up quite well. He -- calmly, calmly, but not in a frightened sort of way, no, of course not -- closed his laptop, and turned to look directly at Jiho, trying to calm his friend and talk about it together in a more relaxed manner.
"So.. um, my dad.. is your dad.
Wow. Great. Um. Is he really? I mean, my dad is pretty cool, he's great to me. And your dad, well, was.. was not.
So I'm not sure how exactly that matches up..."
It sounded inconsiderate and insensitive even to his own ears, but he had had no idea how else to say it, and now he had no idea how to fix it.

@seokjin Jiho woke with a start, nearly throwing the phone he'd held tight in hand across the room as he gasped. Oh. Eyes thrown wide, his feline ears flickering in irritation at the bright light that had shocked him quite so early in the morning, he dropped the device just a little ways ahead of him on bed, softening his muscles before he could send it crashing through the wall. Had it not been for quick reflexes and second thought - was he ever so glad for his feline spirit - his phone might have met its demise before meeting lunch.

Yawning, loudly, Jiho reached back over for his phone, pawing with the device as he checked the notification that had stirred him that morning. The sender better have thought it lucky that he was in a good mood.

'Get up and come out, Jiho, I'm waiting.'

He rolled his eyes. Of course, leave it to Seokjin to wake up at the crack of dawn and except Jiho to arrive equally on time. Who was he kidding? Scrolling through the following lines of message, barking a laugh at the fact of his friend's forgotten wallet - and of disbelief that there would be any rats straying, period, on their campus, unless of course it was a student -, Jiho rolled his shoulders to a crack. If Seokjin expected the Woo Jiho to hurry after such, he was sorely mistaken.

And he was so not buying the rats crap - though it was never bad to be careful.

The feline took his fair enough time preparing himself for the day, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he dried himself off and slipping into his more comfortable of day wear. It took him at least a good hour to complete himself, being sure his nails were ground properly so they wouldn't scratch the keyboard in the computer lab, before he head out of his room, tail swishing lazily behind him - let Seokjin on that. Beating a lazy rhythm against his thighs, Jiho hummed out the digits as he slaundered to the proper room number. 202. Peeking into the hole - he was checking for the keys, not the rats, or so he claimed - Jiho retrieved the keys, shoving the metal into the lock before twisting and intruding into the room. He didn't bother with the formalities, lurking in and immediately beginning his search of the wallet without a care as to the where abouts of his friend's roommate; he minded when others got into his space, but clearly not the other way around.

It wasn't too much trouble finding the wallet, locating it placed on the other's desk, forgotten and left behind. He snatched and made it out the room, tossing the key back into the hole once complete with his task.

"I deserve a reward," was what Jiho came up by himself and he made way to the computer room. It would only be just one or two bills - nothing Seokjin would go bankrupt over. It would certainly teach his friend not to use Woo Jiho as a fetch dog; that is, anyways, if he even found out that Jiho had taken something out in the first place. A mischievous grin spotting his full lips, Jiho flipped the wallet open to -

Oh. A picture caught his eye, pausing his steps. He remembered that face. He ought not have, but the face had long been etched into the back of his mind. A wrinkled old identification photo from the corner of his mother's photobook. His father. So what was such a picture doing in Seokjin's wallet? Jiho hissed, clicking loudly in obvious distaste. He would soon find out.

Woo Jiho was not pleased. There was a heavy curse resting on his tongue as he entered the computer room, nearly dropping his steps like boulders as he stomped in. He certainly heard his friend's greeting, the cheery face fading to confusion, but didn't pay at all much mind to it. "Who is this? Why is my dad in your wallet?" It wasn't a secret that Jiho had grown up without a fatherly figure in his life and it most certainly had veen better known he had no such good feelings for the man who had left him before memories could even form. Finding him again in his friend's wallet, smiling as if he done no wrong, wasn't how Jiho next wanted to see him. Pressing the wallet in the porcupine's nose, Jiho let out a deep growl, teeth flashing in obvious irritation.

(sorry this took so long omg. i meant to reply when i woke up but got dragged to do things and lazy ate me)

@jiho Jin got up at six in the morning on the right side of the bed. Not the /right side/ right side, but the correct side, which was obviously the left. He got himself a cup of coffee with some spare change he found in his pocket (he must have left his wallet back at the dorm), strong black coffee as always, before moving to get to the computer lab, where he and Jiho had planned to meet this morning. He was up early every day, too early by some people's standards, so he would probably have to wait a while for his friend to show up. He hadn't seen the other in a while, and they'd wanted to meet up outside of classes after such a long time they had each spent doing nothing but studying.
Jin took out his compuet bag, from which he extracted his phone and personal computer; he'd brought his laptop to the computer lab, as he preferred to work from his own computer rather than on those provided by the university.
He pulled up the messages app, finding "왕코 우지호" on his contacts list and typing:
"Get up and come out, Jiho, I'm waiting."
"Oh, and I think I left my wallet in my room, can you get it for me? There's a spare key in a hole on the bottom-side of the wall directly to the left of the door."
"P.s. there may be rats in said hole, be careful of those."
He smiled to himself, taking another sip of his coffee and flipping his laptop open to keep working on a project he'd started to teach children some basic programming skills. There weren't any rats, of course, but who didn't like to keep people on their toes? He really had forgotten his wallet, though, so the least Jiho could do to make up for being late would be getting it.
They were close enough friends to be able to joke around like this, being 'mean' to each other for fun.
He had a nice long wait for his friend, getting a fair bit through his project while he did, so when he heard sounds like someone entering he turned with a smile on his face. "Morning, Ji-"
The last syllable saught in his throat when he saw Woo Jiho standing in the doorway with a less-than-pleased look on his face. What could have ruined his mood like that? Had there actually been a rat in the key's hidey-hole? Had he been offended by what Jin had said, misunderstanding the tone through text?
"Uh, what's up?"

(I hope that wasn't too pathetic an excuse for why they met/how they found out..)

@hyungseok The vixen's ears perked upwards at his agreement, barely twitching happy to be able to spend time with a new potential friend. She cocked her head thoughtfully, her hazel eyes glinting with their instinctive twinkle of mischief. "Well, I haven't eaten all day. Would you like to go to the cafe and grab some food with me?" she questioned, tilting her head with a smile. She certainly had an advantage when it came to eating with friends, mainly because she was a frequent eater of both vegetarian dishes and non-vegetarian. She didn't really have a particular preference, so whenever someone asked her to eat with them, she was fine with going wherever they wanted to.

@hyuna "Hmm? No, I'm not busy." he shook his head, looking up in thought as he slightly pursed his lips. "Definitely not busy. Haha. At least, not at the moment." he smiled at her, then nodded. "Sure! What do you feel like doing?" Hyungseok was getting jittery at Hyuna's offer to hangout. He had been working non-stop. It'd be really nice to have a break right now. On top of that, Hyungseok didn't converse much with people so he didn't really have any friends either. This was a good opportunity to make one. It's like the saying goes,'Killing two birds with one stone,' but Hyungseok didn't like that the word 'birds' was most commonly used in the saying. He honestly didn't like any type of living being taking the spot in that sentence. He shuddered at the after thought of the words.

@hyungseok Hyuna smiled softly, feeling happy that the male agreed with her and approved of her thinking. She made a mental note to study with him more often in the future; she was sure they would be able to help each other with assignments and to prepare for tests, and she liked his overall personality as well. The vixen blinked at his question and smiled with a nod, turning to her computer screen and quickly typing a few more sentences she had forgotten to add in her state of concentration and thoughtfulness. "Mm... yup, there, I'm finished!" she grinned at him, barely revealing her pointed canines as her tail swayed gently behind her. Tilting her head, she bit on her lower lip as she looked at him with a somewhat hopeful expression. "Did you wanna hang out or something, maybe? Or are you busy now?"

@hyuna "Ah.." Hyungseok slowly nodded. He had stopped his prior actions to carefully consider Hyuna's words. "Yeah, that makes sense." he nodded once again to reassure himself. "That was really well put. Nice job Hyuna-ssi." Hyungseok grinned while holding a thumbs up. He admired Hyuna's way of thinking. He felt that he was able to really connect with her on the assignment, and that made him happy. Knowing that he had something in common with another person made him feel at ease too. Hyungseok turned his attention back to the computer screen to finish up the assignment with his overall thoughts. "There we go! I'm done. What about you?" he turned his head to look at her.

@hyungseok [ I kinda liked it too, but yeah... tbh, I don't remember it that clearly because it's been years since I've read it, but I just vaguely remember enough xD ]

Hyuna nodded her head in agreement, crossing her arms. "Animals have more sense than that," she spoke firmly, watching the other as he put his book down in a slightly frustrated manner. He was certainly passionate about the subject, but Hyuna respected it. She was glad that she was working with him on their assignment; he paid attention well and focused on details, while some people in the class didn't even bother showing up. Her eyes flickered back to the pages in her hands, skipping ahead to the ending as she looked on closely to jog her memory. "It's almost like a betrayal," she mused thoughtfully, glancing back up at him. "Is that what it's supposed to represent? Napoleon no longer being like his animal comrades, but instead turning over to what he had been fighting against in the first place?"

@hyuna "Exactly! If people like us were more open about our animal counterparts at the time he wrote this, I'm pretty sure that Orwell would have had a broader mind to the way the animals would have acted." Hyungseok harshly but quietly set the book down in front of him. He looked through his notes he had also taken, back and forth at the computer screen and his notebook. "Hey, for the ending..what do you think it means? I'm quite confused on the way it explains Napoleon being like a human."

[Animal Farm really was such pain and suffering, but I liked it.. Not satisfied with the way it ended though lol]

@hyungseok Hyuna frowned thoughtfully as she looked up from the book; she had already read it cover to cover, but the vixen found herself skimming through the pages again just to double check on some notes she had written down, making sure they were correct. "I think I agree with you," she nodded her head, her orange-brown hair bouncing along with it. "I'm also offended though. I don't think Orwell portrayed the animals quite accurately. Our animal counterparts are certainly more fair and reasonable than that, don't you think?" she looked at you, her lower lip curled out in a little pout. She had been hoping to like this book, considering it was a classic, but she had to admit she was slightly disappointed.

@hyuna "I read this book back in highschool, but I didn't really pay attention to it.. I can't believe we have to thoroughly analyze it right now." Hyungseok's face showed with scorn as he held his copy of Animal Farm up close to his face, practically burning the pages with his glares. "To be honest, I don't know how I feel about this story.. I'm slightly offended and angered too, but at the same time.. I reason with the humans. What do you think?" he asks, turning his head to look at you.

@yerim "Ahh, cool" she smiled and nodded.

Sojin watched as the girl turned to grab her stuff from the printer and said goodbye.

"Ok, bye: she said, giving a small wave before chuckling "Interesting one" Sojin mummered, turning back to her project and putting some earphones in her ears, to get lost in some music as she finnished up her project

@sojin "Creative Writing and Music."

While the two girls are having a conversation, Yerim's project was printed and went to the printer grab it.

"I have to go. I'll see you around." /smiles before leaving the computer lab

@yerim Sojin smiled brightly at her. "I'm majoring in Running. Well, Track and Field I guess professionally, but running is the main goal." she chuckled. "What about you?"

@sojin "You too. So, what major are you in?"

Yerim kept a straight face while waiting for Sojin to answer.

@yerim Sojin was putting the finishing touches on her project and was feeling good. She hadn't noticed that the girl from the library was there till she was there next to her;

Sojin looked up at her, suprised by her being brave enough to approch her. She broke into a smile and nodde.d "It's alright, I understand. My names Park Sojin." Sojin held out a hand. "It's nice to see you again Yerim"

@sojin Next day, Yerim was going to finish her project last night and decided to print her report. While waiting for project to be printed, she saw the same girl from library yesterday and decided to approach her

"Hey, umm. Sorry about yesterday. I was in a hurry because i had to do my project and I don't like doing my homework late...So I'm Kim Yerim, what's your name?" /slightly smiles

/takes v card and runs
/comes back and checks my email
Oh, nothing. damn
/leaves