--drug department

@Daehyun ((part2/2)) He raised an eyebrow at the boy, “you thought I was smart? Why did you stop to think? Is your brain out of service already?” this time Youngjae pointed toward the boy’s forehead without touching him, he said in all seriousness, “wrong. This is what is called to have a prejudice over what a drug addict is. Do you think politics, actors and such can be seen just as you described me? Then do you think they never touch the drug? I know it’s pretty hard for you to think, but please make some efforts,” at this time Youngjae poked the boy’s forehead once, which he did pretty sweetly as to get some ideas into the other’s brain, “it’s really easy to fool the whole world, and maybe if one day you become as intelligent as me then you would be able to experience it yourself.” Lesson about drug prejudice being done, Youngjae took back his hand for himself. Even though he didn’t want to teach the boy anything because of the way he had laugh at him and he kept bugging him, he just couldn’t help to be speaking with an ignorant. He /had/ to teach them, he had to show he knew so much more than others, this why he was made to be a teacher. “Good, you need to be in good health and for no drug to fog your mind, you need to have it clear so you can understand what is happening around you.” Youngjae commented as he checked on the bags, poking each one of them. The teacher shook his head at the names the boy said, “kid, you can’t just spit out insults like this, it has at least to fit the person you’re insulting or you would just show yourself even more stupid, then making the one in front you not even consider you as interesting enough to reply to…” he let a silence settle before he smile and ignored everything the boy called him.
Youngjae looked at the boy crouching down with an annoyed look, this had been too simple, but maybe the boy really wanted to learn and Youngjae wanted to teach. If he didn’t go along with this student, at least the war between the two would stop when they would get to what they wanted both. The kid wanted knowledge, and Youngjae wanted alive bodies. “Great, you know how to use your hands, now go wash then or you might not find them healthy tomorrow morning when you would wake up” the teacher shrugged, it was then the boy’s decision to follow every of his orders now, but then he would only be allowed to blame himself if anything happened. “Right now, why can’t you be my only student? Only you came in the classroom so I guess only you want to get a lesson. What? You’re scared to be alone with me?” Youngjae chuckled darkly at this question, “because you think I would question you about your lesson every day? Don’t worry, I know you don’t know anything about mixtures and I’m not dumb enough to lose time questioning ignorant students while ignoring the ones who know the answer…” Youngjae’s voice died as was losing himself into flashbacks of never-ending teachers oral-exam, the teacher always refusing to question the students who knew their lesson. He shook his head and turned back to the boy, grabbing a test tube on his way. “I don’t care if I only have one student, it’s always better than zero body…” he mumbled and stopped once he was facing the boy, he hold up the test tube for the boy to take, “I know it’s boring, but as your teacher, I have to make you pass a test to know if you really know nothing, or if again you have some prejudice because you grow up surrounded by ty druglords. Please, fill this test tube and hand it back to me, this is for the Doctor, for your medical file because we’ll be manipulating toxic products, we want to keep you alive right? So we need to have a close medical monitoring over your health, and for this, we need to know how much in good health you were at first.” Youngjae smiled forcing the boy to take the test tube. When you come back, I’ll give you a few stuff and you’ll try some mixing, I want to see how you manipulate it.” He kept explaining what his first lesson program was and was now walking around, picking up here and there chemical products.
After what Youngjae went to the room at the back of the storage hall, where he could do his mixing and teach his students, he disposed the bags on a table and removed the tags from them. He placed the sticking tags on a board and waited for the boy to join him.

@Daehyun ((part1/2))Youngjae’s poker face looked at the boy laughing, he had been laughed at too many times already because of how young he looked, never taken seriously because some people were actually stupid enough to judge another at first glance. He didn’t picked out on this because there was no use to, he was smarter than this and he would just prove it to the boy within a second, how great would it be to see the change into the boy’s behavior when he’ll finally realize that if he wants to become what he dreams about (which was what Youngjae was) then he would give him the respect Youngjae deserved. But then, it would be too late, and Youngjae will enjoy a lot to not give the boy what he wants. He jerked his head away yet keeping his eyes over the boy, glaring at him. “Do I have to look like an old for me to look like a teacher, oh wait. Maybe you thought I would be big, fat and wear a red costume with a white beard? Just ing grow up kid, this class isn’t for kid who still believe in Santa or the tooth fairy” Youngjae rolled his eyes, sure this kid was annoying as hell, but he wouldn’t let it get to him. Because he knew that in the end he had the boy’s future within the palm of his hand, it was left to Youngjae’s will only to pass on his knowledge, but who would ever do such a thing with a brat like him? The young teacher knew that the guinea pigs he would get in this school wouldn’t be as easy to tame as his previous schools, but in the end they were always eager to know more, to be less stupid. As if they knew that their condition of stupid student was a threat to their very own life. The kid wanted to pick up a fight with Youngjae, but the teacher wasn’t the kind to use his fists, or he would have been into the fighting department, no, with Youngjae it went to a whole other level. One domain where no one could beat him, where people had to use their brain and be stubborn as hell, which Youngjae excelled within. “Then there’s no problem if no one care about the other, just don’t waste my stuff. Not that it’s kind of hard to get the products, but it just kills me to see a kid who don’t know anything about everything to use it… it’s just” Youngjae clamps at his heart and shook his heart, he better not think about it. Even though it wasn’t really his as it was the school’s belonging, Youngjae couldn’t handle to be in the presence of stupid people or even to stand in a place where stupid people had been. It was like he was making an allergy to them. When the boy said he wasn’t a kid, it was Youngjae’s turn to laugh out loud and he wasn’t about to prevent himself to, he laughed even harder when he said he wouldn’t waste it, “Ahh boy, this is the best joke anyone ever done to me” he wiped his teary eyes before looking at the boy, “you come here to learn about drugs but then you say you wouldn’t waste these drugs. It’s just a waste to make that little money you ty brainless guinea pig. One thing, I don’t like nun ambitious people, if you’re going to live a simple life sticking to a few drugs would be doing over and over again for junkies, then I’m sorry I’m not the teacher you need.” Youngjae flicked the boy’s forehead frowning at him, “what? Why do you want to know my age? I’m not interested into kids, give up this one sided love would only hurt your poor little heart baby boy.” The young teacher smirked at the boy and checked at his watch, the boy might be annoying, but at least he was entertaining, which was really a bad thing. Youngjae didn’t needed to be entertained, he needed to be left alone so he could get to work, which he wouldn’t be able to if the kid stuck around.

@[T] Youngjae "Why should it be your-..wait, don´t tell me you are supposed to be the teacher" laughing out loud at that thought alone Daehyun shook his head, not even wanting to imagine the other as someone who would teach him about the world of drugs "You don´t look like a teacher at all I mean, did you ever look into a mirror before? You look like a baby, chubby cheeks and all, well almost like a chipmunk" leaning closer to the other he poked his cheeks "aww so squishy" he knew that it probably wasn´t the best idea to do this but hell, that was just how he always was. He loved to provoke and to annoy others even though it mostly ended with him fighting in a brawl. It was almost daily that he got bruised and injured in such fights and had to visit his buddy Mark to get patched up again. To him it was all worth it though, he just loved the thrill. To see other people snap because of himhad something satisfying to it, he could enjoy it over and over. "How funny, you think I care if you care. Actually I don´t, I couldn´t care less about what you think" he said while looking at the other with a faked smile on his lips "I´m not a kid and I would never waste these drugs, I´d find a good way to sell them all. Also, how old are you even, Mr Baby?" mocking the other he chuckled, not caring about the fact that it might get him in trouble again "I´m not a daddy boy, not at all" okay, that wasn´t true and it was pretty obvious. He only had his father though, his mother was dead thanks to him so who else could he feel close to than the man who raised him? So far he still didn´t know that his mother was dead, the memories about her were fuzzy but that didn´t change the fact that he still loved her deeply. Noticing the others look as he checked him out Daehyun frowned, wondering what the hell he was looking for in the first place. "Wow, and here I thought you were smart, too bad you just proved that to be wrong. If I were a drug addict I wouldn´t try to sell the drugs but consume them myself. Also, even I am able to see if someone is on drugs or longing for some, you can see it in their expression, their eyes and their symptoms. The shaking of their fingers, the bloodshot eyes and a lot of other things, you as an 'expert' should be able to tell the difference. I guess even the homeless guy from the alley beside the school would be a better judge than you are." was he really going to have to depend on this guy for informations about drugs, maybe he should rather go to one of the druglords to learn from them. "I am not making stories up, I know what I´m dealing with" of course he knew that it was a topic they should get taught about in this class but he didn´t feel like he really needed to learn a lot in that. "Of course I am in good health" he was tougher than he looked, he wasn´t someone who would catch a cold that easily. But wait, what did the other say, he was going to be a subject for experiences...or did he maybe even mean experiments? No, he probably thought too much. Even though...the other did look kind of suspicious. He had that creepy aura around him, like a crazy scientist. Oh he could totally imagine him dressed like one of them, how the other would look, bend over a cage as he injected some poor animals with substances that would make them twitch and struggle in agony. Watching the other as he suddenly put on some glasses Daehyun titled his head, it just looked so ridiculous on the other. "I know how much I can make with them, I´m not stupid" listening to what the other had to say about the drugs he nodded slowly, that was exactly what he planned on learning. He wanted to learn exactly how to mix them together, how the whole process worked. "Oh, I don´t think that I want to call you that. Mr. Chipmunk, Munchkin, Brainless Fool, all that sounds better to me than that. So..if I don´t want to join a new class I have to do a bit of what you say..mmh" well, he wanted to learn everything, so if he had to sacrifice a bit of his pride for it then that was what he would have to do. "Fine.." kneeling down on the ground he picked up the broken glass carefully, not wanting to cut himself on them as he didn´t know what kind of substances had been inside of them before. Getting up again he then brought the shards to the first nearby bin he found in the room and disposed them there. "Kay, done" looking back at his teacher he sighed "So, when does the lesson start? I mean, I can´t be your only student, right?" or were there one to one tuitions? "What will you teach us?"

@Daehyun ((part2/2)) Youngjae had never wanted to become some crazy guy’s personal dealer and he couldn’t understand how this boy could dream about doing that. But something caught his attention, the boy did wanted to create his own and in the space of a short time, Youngjae could see himself into the boy. Beside the fact that he hadn’t anyone to teach him about chemistry the same his parents had done with him. Somehow… Youngjae might get a liking to his students if they were all like this, and teach them a few things if they were being obedient guinea pigs. He shook his head at the boy affirming he wasn’t a drug addict, that’s what all the addicts said, only if he could get a little samples of the boy’s blood to make some tests on then he would be sure about it. “That’s what they all say, and come on. You were just stealing stuff from here and you think I would believe you on words when you say you’re not a drug addict? Please, don’t think I’m as stupid as every other people you might have been dealing with before in your short life.” Hearing the boy responding quite the right way to him, Youngjae couldn’t help but feel glad that his blathering was still as successful with young and old folks, getting them all on their defensive, making them look like prey stuck in a corner. “Alright, at least this is something I can check right now if you’re making up stories or not,” Youngjae smiled sweetly anew to the boy moving his fingers toward him, motioning to the boy to approach, it wasn’t hard to get that every time he did so was because he wanted something in return of this superhuman effort. At this time of the conversion, Youngjae’s teeth appeared as he kept smiling, almost laughing at the grumpy boy ranting over how stupid he himself was. In the end, if he at least understood that, he would get on Youngjae’s good side. When he was getting nearer, Youngjae could get a better look at the boy’s face, which he grabbed by his cheeks, turning his head to right and left, checking it out, “well… you look like you’re in good health and will be a great subject for experiences.” He eyesmiled to the boy before it dropped at the same a few of his tubes did from the already filled table when the kid emptied his bag over it. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in and out before opening it anew. He just got the drug back, he couldn’t be happy with everything at the same time, right? He frowned at the nickname but still said nothing over it, even for Youngjae it existed a few stuff which were better to stay silent over… for now. Taking out round glasses from his pocket, he pushed them up his nose before grabbing one of the bag the kid had try to rob. “Hmmm” in other words, Youngjae wasn’t used to congratulate anyone but himself, so for once, he didn’t really know what to say over the fact that indeed, even if it wasn’t that much, the kid would have been able to make pocket money from it. “I would give 100$ for this one and…. 150$ for this one” Youngjae said grabbing another of the bag the kid had took but then he turned to the boy and pressed the two bags against each other, “but I sure would give over 500$ for a mix between the two, added of a few aromas and of course always more of dopamine…” he smirked to the boy, holding the two bags in one hand, he poked a finger about his chest. “Now listen to what the munchkin have to say, daddy boy. First of all, my name’s teacher Yoo for you, you don’t need to call me by any other name but I wouldn’t stop you if you want to try out : God, your highness, my lord or master. Second, if you want to stay in my class you’ll have to follow what I say, and now I say : clean the mess you just made.” Youngjae said pointing to the broken tubes on the ground and moved to where the boy had taken the two bags he was holding to put them back in place.

@Daehyun ((part1/2)) “Of course that concerns me, you stupid brat. You’re stealing what should be mine to make perfection of!” Youngjae spat back at the ignorant kid. Thinking about it, he realized he hadn’t introduce himself yet, well so the other hadn’t, but at least he knew he was his student, his thing, his guinea pig. On the other hand, Youngjae hadn’t, but for him, who was smart, brain filled with intelligence, it was clear that according to his look, he was the teacher, the man in charge in this department. Considering, the other wouldn’t be as stupid as he looked; he should have understand that right away also. “How sweet, you think I care about you?” Youngjae cooed tilting his head to the side, “kid, I do care about what’s in your pockets. It’s such a waste to let kids playing with such important matters.” He sighed shaking his head, forgetting that he ever been a kid also one day, playing with his parents’ work. What was that ‘pffft’? Was this kid a cat or anything alike to make such a noise? Had he try to throw poison at him, spluttering over him? Nonetheless, Youngjae put aside the boy’s true identity aside, deciding he had something else to take care of first, which was saving whatever the kid had tried to rob away. He raised his eyebrows as if he was interested in whatever the kid was babbling about. Of course, he had to be some awesome stupid rich guy’s son, crossing his arms over his chest, Youngjae knew how to listen to people also. After all it was a moment of break for him so he could keep on talking longer again after. Another creep smile spreading over his figures as the boy opened up to him, revealing his projects and such. Maybe then Youngjae wouldn’t be that bad as a teacher after all. “I see, you’re a daddy boy aren’t you,” he smiled sweetly to his student, looking at him from head to toe, lingering his look at the boy’s knees to check the state of his pants, he looked perfectly the kind of boy who would get down on his knees just to make his daddy happy. So, did Youngjae wanted to help this kid to realize his dream? Certainly not.

@[T] Youngjae "yeah exactly, just some drugs so shut up already and stop bothering about things that don't concern you." at least if he kept on pretending that what he stole wasn't that much or high on quality then the other guy would probably just leave him alone. No one really cared if one stole things from the school but Daehyun knew that if he stole good stuff then he would get more money with less work. "Actually neither of it, I simply don't think that I have to talk to you about what I'm doing. This is a mafia academy, not some snobby school where people actually care about others and about what they do." laughing at the others rambling he just shook his head, damn this guy was just so full of himself. "pfft no, I know some peeps because my father works with some druglords. I only want to learn more about drugs so my father doesn't have to depend on those guys for his business anymore. If we were able to make our own quality drugs then it could help us getting more powerful. We would have to spend less money and would get more allies." He wasn't even sure if his father knew what Daehyun was planning but hopefully it would make him proud "I want to create my own drugs.." He had so many plans he wanted to make his father proud after all "it's not as if i would care even if you do." Glancing at the other from time to time he sighed, couldn't he just shut up and mind his own business? "I'm not a drug addict, in fact I have never consumed drugs before and I don't intend to do so in the future. I want to sell them, not to let them destroy me. I have seen what they do to righteous men and I won't end up like them." he would make sure to only sell it, he wasn't as stupid as most drug lords. They would die way too soon because of that and he wanted to live long enough to bring fame to their mafias name. "and just for your information, I know very well what is good quality and what not." He wasn't going to let the other bring him down like that. He was probably just another rich kid who spend his whole life with reading books about the mafia and therefor thought he was smart enough to prove everyone else wrong. Directing his attention back to the drugs he then inspected the different packages before taking the ones he wanted. He wondered how his teacher would react if he found out that all the good stuff was gone. Not that he took all of them but enough to get a good amount of money from it. It wasn't the best stuff on the market but at least some of the best things this school seemed to have to offer "What do I seem to be like then. Because I indeed don't like the stuff they have here, I want to create drugs that are better than what they sell right now. But so far no one taught me how to do so. Damn ty teachers." Rolling his eyes he marched over to the other male before starting to empty his bag on the table "Here..." he wasn't going to leave the class no matter what this guy would say. He was stubborn enough to just keep on studying till the end. "So whatcha say munchkin?"

@Daehyun "Just some drugs?" Youngjae repeated in disbelief after the young boy "just some drugs? ..... some drugs....". Here, there was a few options for Youngjae on how to react : he could facepalm himself at how dumb the boy sounded, or he could facepalm himself at how dumb the dumb boy sounded. In all his glorious, he decided to mentally facepalm himself for both. As if he would hurt himself for someone's else good (or bad). "Are you completely dumb or simply stupid? No wonder you know some /peeps/ that would pay a fortune for this . It's as if you were picking up some pebbles and trying to make people believe it's gold. But sure go on, steal this, as if I'd care..." Youngjae kept ranting as he was still unpacking his backpack, his stuffs soon filling the too small table. "Drug addict kids like you are just as stupid as the ones buying this crap from you. You're in that need on drug you can't even make a difference between simple pills and a true perfection." As he said that, Youngjae took out a tube from his bag, filled with a yellowish powder inside, glancing toward the kid, Youngjae smirked and put down his little treasure where he could still find place on the table. He would keep on until it would be barely on the edge to fall from it. When he was finally down, he flipped his hair even though it was useless as they were barely getting into his eyes and leaned one hand against the table as he took a look at what appeared to be his first student. If he first had looked bored and uninterested into the kid, hearing that he was /his/ student, turned him into a whole new light, a creepy smile stretching over his face. "Hmmm, are you really? You don't look like the kind who can manage drugs... stealing ty stuff to sell it at a low price instead of creating something that great people would sell their liver to be able to buy only a tiny a few grams from you." Youngjae couldn't and just never stopped talking. "Show me what ya'd got, I'll tell you if there's a chance for you to succeed in this class or if you should drop the drug studies before hurting your brain" he ordered the other around, stretching out a hand toward the boy, ignoring totally the boy had called him a nerd, as if this low could get on Youngjae's nerve. Depending on what the boy had robbed, he might have a bright future into the drug domain, or remain a noob his whole life, according to Youngjae's philosophy. If you weren't born with the gift to create wonders, then you would never be able to, no matter how hard you would try.

@[T] Youngjae So far Daehyun wasn´t so sure about if he would really be able to learn anything in this place. Sure, they had enough supplies of drugs of every kind and the library was packed with books full of informations for this topic but...what if it would end up being as boring as his last class had been? The boring lessons had been the main reason for him to blow up the whole classroom so if anything like that would happen again then it totally wasn´t his fault but the teacher´s. Hopefully this time he would have a teacher that knew how to handle him, how to get him to focus and to actually learn something useful. In the end it was him who wanted to learn how to create his own drugs after all. He didn´t just want to reproduce the known ones, no, he wanted to mix something new, something even better.

Hearing the sound of steps coming closer behind him Daehyun didn´t even bother stopping what he was doing and simply continued stuffing the different packed up drugs into his bag. It wasn´t like he had any respect for the teachers and other staff that was working in this academy and most of the students already knew that it was pointless to argue with him about what was right or wrong. Even though it was only his second day in this school he was already known as the troublemaker. Maybe that was because his previous teacher had warned the new headmaster, or because his father had done so. It didn´t matter to the young male though, he wanted to have fun and if he would get in trouble for it then it was still worth it. Getting hit by the stranger he frowned and rubbed the back of his head but remained pretty calm "just some drugs. I know a few peeps who would pay a nice price for that" he answered, a grin masking his face as he looked at the male that was passing by. He was probably just another student, at least he looked his age. "First of all, I can touch whatever the hell I want and second, this is my classroom so deal with it or piss off" watching as the other took off his backpack and took out all those materials he scoffed "Nerd" seriously, no one had told them to bring their own stuff and even if it was like that, it wasn´t time for the lesson to start so there was no need in unpacking all that. Leaning against a shelf Daehyun just watched in silence for a while, thinking about whether he wanted to rob or prank this guy in the near future. For now he only focused on stuffing his pockets and bag with drugs though, maybe he could use some of them for pranks as well.

@Daehyun Youngjae had no time to loose in commodities, he kept his backpack well ... on his back and moved directly to the most important room of the whole school. One could say he got lost, but if you listened to him, Youngjae would just explain you that he was simply visiting the school on his way to the classroom where he would be try to get some knowledge into some poor fed brains. Because, let's be honest, he wouldn't go to any other place. Simply did he hoped there would be enough space for him to sleep in there. Only a few hours by nights while waiting two liquids to match together would be enough. Was there even anything else to do in that kind of place? In his own school, where Youngjae had been studying, because he had been at some time of his young life, he had only know one classroom, skipping all others as he show no interest in them, and if it wasn't interesting Youngjae... well it's not worth enough speaking about it.

Once he got enough of wandering (or should we say when he finally found that ing classroom) Youngjae was fast getting inside, closing his eyes to hum the sweet smell of chemicals products around him. How sweet it was. But something was smelling even sweeter than it. Something Youngjae had never smelled before. What could it be? Opening his eyes, he stepped further into the classroom which didn't looked like any he already went in before, only to notice a kid trying to rob some of his precious belongings. Some stuff needed to be said, Youngjae could be quite the possessive guy over his sweet drug. Not that he was an addict or anything else, he never touched that stuff, he thought it was such a waste to loose such precious items by throwing it into some ed up guys system. If he stopped them, it wasn't to save them, but to save his own . Hey, stopping a drug addict had quite a good side, first he saved the precious product, second, he could win his first guinea pig. "What are you trying to rob you dummy?" he asked, air whistling through his teeth as he hit the back of the boy's head. Taking a look at the other, he looked way too young to be something else than a student. Even if Youngjae knew better than judging someone by his look because himself looked way younger than what he really was, which had its good side also because of his angelic face no one ever doubted Youngjae to be really who he was. "Don't touch anything and go to your own classroom kid" he mumbled walking past the boy to go throw his backpack on the first table he found. Opening it, he started to take out all his lovely materials which he brought everywhere he went, putting himself at ease. Some people decorated their work room with pictures of their children or lover, Youngjae just did the same with his syringes and test tubes.

Here he was, his arm outstretched as he traced his fingers over the packages of drugs that were hung up on the archive racks. There were so many, would anyone even notice if he would take a few and sold them off to buy himself some nice things? He could still remember what he did to the last drug classroom he was in, the furious look on the face of the headmaster as he had to close the whole floor as the chemicals had filled the air. But how was he going to really learn anything in here, were they just going to have lessons in theory or how was their teacher going to make them learn about the different drugs. He would love to create his own drug, to learn how to dose them etc. But first he needed to meet his teacher and/or other classmates, he wanted to know if he could have fun with them.