--gun department

Jongdae opened the door and clapped his hands.
"People! I'll be your new teacher. I will be the one teaching you guys how to actually shoot a gun rather than to write notes about it."
He walked around the room.
"Who here has had any experience what-so-ever?"

@Jonghyun Taemin's grin could only widen as the man before him suddenly seemed a lot more approachable, and he knew he had won this round - if there had been a competition, anyways. "Several cupcakes it is. I'm not on a diet, and besides," His expression was smug, arms now crossed over his chest to mimic the elder's, "I don't care what people think. Ideas are simply that - with no proof of anything, there's no trouble. Just a teacher helping a poor, lost, little student as he begins his new life at a strange, unfamiliar school..."

With a pat to the teacher's arm, he grabbed his messenger style bag from under the desk, and slung it over his shoulder, making his way through the desks towards the door, "I'd like to leave campus too, if you don't mind. The cupcakes here don't look as nice as the ones as the ones in the bakery window do. And they have bubble tea."

@[S] Taemin Listening to the counterclaim as Taemin began revealing his hardships, suddenly he felt like the ultimate . How was he supposed to know that this kid wasn't the typical brat? He'd never of expected such events from the younger, but perhaps Jonghyun's judgements were simply too rash and his perspectives too cynical. It was hard to get rid of that mindset.

He stayed silent until the end, not wanting to be rude with pointless interruptions, especially with the information lay down on the table. Nodding silently, it was safe to say he were speechless - up until the point in which a cupcake was mentioned, that is.

Sighing softly, he adjust his work jacket and turned fully to lock stares, crossing his arms over his chest with a few grumbles, in protest of the flick. "First of all... isn't it a bit troublesome to ask that of a teacher? People could get the wrong idea." Holding up his index finger, his brow arched along with it. "Second of all, I'm sorry for being..." lips pursed, he deflated slightly, playing with few the stray tufts brushing his nape again. "A . It was uncalled for-- though... do you honestly want to know more about me in that sende? It's longwinded, you know. You'd probably need several cupcakes. "

@Jonghyun His frown morphed into a sad smile at the words that fell from the other's lips, not really minding on his conscious level how he was being treated, and he shook his head, "I wish that were in, Jonghyun. I really do. But I know what hardships are, more than a bratty teenager should."

Leaning back against the counter, palms down to hold some of his weight, he stared out the window, simply admiring the sky. He considered not saying anything - what did this stranger know about him? Why did he have to explain himself? But he did, because like the kid he was, he wanted to be liked. "My mom killed herself when I was 10. She jumped off the top of the building across from my school on her way to come pick me up. She was fed up with being a mafia wife, and something my dad said in a text brought her to the end of her strength," He his lips at the memories - police tape, and flashing lights meeting his young eyes as he finished the school day. But then, he smiled, as cheerful as if he hadn't said a word, and he started off towards the elder male.

"I never really /lived/ with my dad, you know. We shared a house sometimes, but mainly nannies took care of me after my mom died. I was really good with guns at a young age. He didn't pay enough attention to realize how much of a value I would have for his second family. And then, he had enough of me holding him back, and I was on my own. Couch surfing, nights on the street. It was riveting actually. Made me feel like I was living the dream of being on the dark side," A grin crossed his face, and he shrugged, "And now I'm here. I'm going to get into this life with my own skills. Lee Jaehyun will see that he could have had me by his side easily, but... Now he'll be on the receiving end of my bullets."

The young boy reached out and flicked a clump of stray hair from Jonghyun's face and then poked his forehead, "So, I want a cupcake, still. And maybe your story since I gave you mine."

@[S] Taemin "Awww, daddy never let you hold his rifle?" Condescending to say the least, his bitterness rose considerably. In his eyes, the student were no more than an irrelevant brat. It wasn't his usual thought process, in fact Jonghyun were usually the first to strike in with empathy to even the lowest of lows, but here...he refused to spare so much as an inch. Maybe it was regret, but he wasn't willing to explore his subconscious for this.

Rolling his eyes at what he deemed 'rich kid hatred', he looked at Taemin with an incredulous visage, trying his hardest not to lash out. 'At least Taemin had parents', being all he could think. His lip moved as if to say something, though when the chair harmlessly ends up fully on the floor, he decides to keep it to himself.

Still cautious as the latter got up, he remained attentive, narrow of the eyes returning at the action of placing the gun back on the rack. "You shouldn't have known it to begin with," He scoffs in midst of a bitter snort of amusement. "You seem like a kid who simply doesn't know what the word no means; someone who thinks 'hardships' mean being told no, to be kept /safe/."

@Jonghyun A snort cut through the air at the harsh jab directed towards him, his fingers running through his hair, "well it's not like I was spying on /you/. I bet you don't know what it's like to want something so bad, be wonderful at it, and still be denied." He grimaced as the words came out of his mouth, huffing in annoyance.

He let out a dull laugh as the other man asked about his father, as if reading into his thoughts and mocking him, "I'm sure he's just as peachy as always. Haven't really talked to him much since not too long after our little meeting. Not that I don't keep tabs when I can. er better hope he eats a bullet before I get to him."

The teen pushed the chair over with his feet and stood straight, moving to the wall of weapons to put his gun back - he had better ones hidden in his dorm anyways. As he turned back, he frowned, "I've gotten the impression that you dislike me. It is not my fault you did as you did, and I have kept your secret so well even I have forgotten myself at times. You can't be prejudiced."

@[S] Taemin The name flicked the switch, his body tensing automatically as he took a cautious step back - not that the distance between them mattered of course, he was still faced in the situation he'd managed to avoid for so long, and it wasn't exactly pleasant. Holding back a growl that threatened to resonate from the back of his throat, he clenched his fists and forced a charitable smile, letting out a hum of feigned interest.

"Right..." Tongue clucking against the roof of his mouth, he exhaled from his nostrils in agitation, propping himself up on the table, though not entirely sitting. The memory was still relatively fresh, tough not in the saccharine sense. "The brat who doesn't quite seem to understand the concept of 'minding their own business'."

It was frustrating to even think about, how about the time some lanky twelve year old could've cost him not only his position and ranking, but his life. Some things just weren't supposed to be revealed to outsiders, and this was one of them. Staying silent, he continued to listen, grumbling out 'you don't say' to the rhetorical question placed out in the open, giving the old 'flip of the bird' cheek scratch just to be a subtle - yet blatantly obvious - . Maturity at its finest.

"How is your father, anyway?" He had no clue why he asked, they weren't exactly on good terms anyway and Jaehyun was probably one of the men he despised most, but hey, may as well momentarily break the tension.

@Jonghyun "Once again, insulting," He frowned, kicking his legs up on the chair he had just been sitting upon, crossing one ankle over the other to get comfy, "Lee Taemin. You may know my dad, Lee Jaehyun. I say 'may' out of casual language, but I know you do."

He hummed and drummed his fingers along his chest, before settling in and smiling - pleasantly this time around, "I must be creeping you out, right? I have a lot of time on my hands, and a lot of revenge on my mind. I like to know what's going on around me. And usually I do," Taemin tapped one finger against his lips in thought before continuing, "Like when we met in 2010, and I became the guardian of your secrets. You really should pay more attention to people who hold such valuable information."

With the gun back in his hand, twirling it around like a baton, he thought back to that time, almost frowning as his father had been apart of it. That er had no idea what a valuable person he had tossed away, and he would regret that deeply.

@[S] Taemin Observing was the only option here, it was almost amusing, though still in a way that made the pit of his stomach queasy. His expression was more than likely just as perplexed as he was, brows knitted together as he couldn't figure out just quite what this kid was doing.

Not even a flinch racked through him as the gun went off. The boy didn't seem like the idiotic type from the way he carried himself, and either way, Jonghyun had experienced enough gunshots in his life to pretty much be immune to the ear-ringing it left behind and the tragic downfalls it brought. Snorting a quiet laugh, he waited until the male broke the silence himself, his predictions being true as he watched in befuddlement. "Again, what do you take me for."

Eyes widening an inch as his name emits past the supposed 'strangers' lips, he goes to say something himself, only to instead settle on silence as he further focuses on the haunting features the other adorns. He'd have no business with some brat a decade younger than him, this made absolutely no sense, yet obviously it had to. "That doesn't answer my question, kid. I said your name, and where the hell do you know mine from?"

For a moment he searched for a name tag. Perhaps he had one on without knowing and that's how the younger knew of his name, but to no avail, the narrow of his eyes returned, feeling more threatened than perhaps necessary.

@Jonghyun A laugh tinkled through the air as he realized the man before him wishes to /take/ the gun from him. In that case, he would have to take different measures to achieve what he wanted. Taemin twisted a bit to get comfortable, his eyes lighting with knowledge as he turned the black object in his hands, squinting into the barrel again.

"You know, I've owned this baby for years, and yet somehow it still seems to act on its own," he said quietly, 'concentrating' on the task at hand, "Ah! I think I see it there now." With a quick flip of his hands he smirked and spared a glance upwards before pulling the trigger and falling off the chair quickly to avoid the other seeing the lack of hole in his head. He didn't even care if it worked or not, after a moment, he was laughing, folding his hands behind his head and looking up comfortably.

"Long time no see, Kim Jonghyun. I must say I'm insulted you don't remember me, though I guess not everyone has a hobby of keeping records of people," he smiled up amusedly, only to pout like a child a moment later, "I'm still insulted though. Buy me a cupcake."

@[S] Taemin Such a smile sent chills down his spine, and not the kind he enjoyed. He was reluctant to go in any further, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat, and although he had quite puppyish features (or so he'd been told by several drunken men and women alike in bars whilst out on duty in the past), he wasn't about to risk the feline's deathly fate.

It wasn't too much of a bother that the teacher wasn't there, his priorities now shifting slightly. The way this kid was wording things was creepy as hell in his books, and the sickeningly sweet visage didn't sit well either.

"What do you take me for?" He scoffed, keeping a careful eye on the latter's potential bodily reflexes and staring him down, just to be sure. It was ticking him off how he couldn't place his finger on just /where/ he knew him from, because even the way he held the gun made him feel uneasy - this kid was a student, probably almost a decade younger, so why was this so hard to face.

"Name?" Finally left his lips, reaching out to take the gun from the younger's grasp, though he had a doubt that he'd be successful. It probably just contained blanks,in fact he was certain it would considering the environment, but the idea of staying in the room with the guy even /visually/ armed was not tickling his fancy.

@Jonghyun Upon seeing the elder man, his lip curled to reveal a set of pearly whites in a smile, though his eyes only stayed on him for a matter of seconds before he returned to his gun, turning it around to look straight into the barrel, closing an eye to squint into it. "I'm sure I have at some point in time, however I doubt that would be any bit helpful to you now," he said, smile still lingering on his lips.

He lifted his gaze once more and looked at the somewhat awkward seeming man, turning the gun back to face the teacher, "Could you help me out while you're here? I think I may have gotten something lodged in the barrel. I could use an extra set of eyes, if you don't mind. Just a quick peak?"

Taemin's face morphed into a sweet one, one of a child asking his mother for ice cream past his bed time, and he gestured the other forward.

@[S] Taemin Traipsing through the lengthy corridors, Jonghyun peered in to what he hoped would /finally/ be the gun department.

He was in search of one teacher in particular, but he seemed to be barely scraping his luck today with the amount of setbacks that had arisen; spilt coffee, misplaced documents, lack of communication between staff through his own shortage of ability to find whatever department he'd been looking for in time (this being exhibit A). It was getting quite old, to be frank.

Stepping in to get a better scope, his brows arched upon the sight before him. No teacher - of course, story of the day - but a student. An eerie one at that. "You uh... seen any of the other teachers around here?" He mentions vaguely, hand subconsciously raising to fiddle with a few strands of his bleached locks - a bad habit of his that he'd yet to break.

The longer he looked, the sooner he debunked the "eerie" vibe; the kid seemed relatively normal in some aspects, but... there was something off about him - a familiarity that was almost unsettling. It was the eyes, he was certain, but either way it was neither the time nor place to take an inquisitive stance.

[Closed post]

It was like a drug to him - no, maybe worse. Yes, indeed, it was worse than a simple drug. As the overly hyped Twlight book stated, it was like "his own personal brand of heroin."

Taemin sat at a desk - the one perfectly in the middle of the classroom, naturally - with a gun in his hands. An M9 to be exact, fairly common, but a beauty in his eyes. Some might call the gun boring, typical, too standard; but to Taemin, it was like cake - yes it was standard, but it was still ing delicious. He twirled the weapon around his pointer finger and aimed towards the front of the room, pulling the trigger, and listening in delight at the loud 'bang' that echoed through the room. A blank, of course, nothing that would harm the room in anyway, but enough to satisfy his craving to a level to handle.

He enjoyed school too much for a seventeen year old, but it wasn't exactly a normal school, to be fair. If he were in normal school, he'd be caught dead in a halter bikini before he would be found staying after class to work on his skills. Even later than the teacher, to find himself alone with his greatest fascination, simply lost in his own world. That is, until he was interrupted by the sound of another stepping into his bubble.