♢ DETENTION ROOM

@❂ JEON WONWOO "You don't look like you could cause any trouble--at least not on purpose." A small smile was given to let the other know he didn't mean to offend. Hearing of how Wonwoo got there made a soft laugh leave Brians lips. "Yea that happens time to time, don't think too much of it." He remembered he had once gotten detention for walking in the hall, it was crazy. Thoughts of detention left his mind when the other wanted to talk vampire. He was bombarded with questions--again, and it made him chuckle. Wonwoo must have really been interested in the vampire life. Brian leaned back down, resting his head on the desk before answering the human. "Well there's always a limit, keep that in mind, but exhilarating is a good fit for the feeling." His response was short as he didn't feel like going into detail. The others assumption made him roll his eyes. He wasn't mad or anything but tired of hearing the same question. "I don't drink blood unless I'm like desperate and need something quick, but it tastes like crap to me. Only fulfilling in the moment, you know? But I actually do need to feed so I will be leaving a little early." Had no intention to wait until the teacher returned, and since the other was human he thought he should probably leave before he was tempted.

@✙ BRIAN KANG Wonwoo shrugged he had no clue why he was in detention either. Poor judgement, lack of foresight, fate, he had no idea. Wonwoo put his confusion to words. "What do you mean I'm not 'the detention type'?" He chuckled. "But I don't know either. I was just talking with people and then next thing I knew I had a detention slip on my desk." Of course, that wasn't the entire truth but it was small details. Wonwoo's finger danced above his history book. "Enough about detention. Let's talk vampire. Like," Wonwoo pulled his knees onto his chair and shook, giddy with curiosity. "How does it feel to be one? Is it, like, exhilarating to be able to do stuff without limit? I mean, sure, rules, but you're basically immortal and powerful." Wonwoo gasped. "What does blood taste like for a vampire?? Are you hungry right now?"

@❂ JEON WONWOO Wonwoo stating that he was in the right room made Brian raise an eyebrow. That couldn't be right, he didn't look like the type to get detention. But you can't judge a book by it's cover. Yes it's an overused phrase but Brian found it to be pretty true these last few weeks. He watched as the stranger made his way to a seat. At least he wasn't alone anymore, he still wanted to leave but he'd have to serve the rest of the time now. Hearing Wonwoo speak made Brian turn about--in half way to face him. He sure did ask a lot of questions. A light chuckle was given at the others assumption. "One question at a time, but no, we don't travel in groups. Some do but I preference not to." He paused for a minute then continued to talk while fully facing Wonwoo. "I'm probably here for a few things but we'll just go with skipping.. what about you? You're not the detention type, plus you're like really late so it must be a first for you." Brian had been sitting in that room, alone, for a good amount of time. He was smart enough to show up on time, but had no problem with leaving early. Wonwoo being human didn't make it easier on his hunger.

@✙ BRIAN KANG "Detention, huh? Then I'm in the right room." Wonwoo smiles tightly. "I'm not here to study, but serve detention as a matter of fact." He boldly declared without hesitation. To be honest, he was kind of disappointed to see that the room was devoid of what he was most intrigued by: vampires. Well, except for maybe, the one talking to him right now. How did Wonwoo, know? Call it a hunch. Aside from the pale skin, this guy, Brian, exuded an aura Wonwoo only felt around creatures that lived through time. A kind of composure not normally displayed by humans like himself in a school for humans AND vampires. Yep, just a hunch. He placed the only book he had on a table on the other side of the room as he sat down and angled his body to face the other guy. "What are you here for? And why are you alone? Don't vampires travel in groups or is that a myth??" Wonwoo, being the naturally interested person he is, bombarded questions.

@❂ JEON WONWOO Saying that the stranger, well Wonwoo, looked out of place the was an understatement. It was obvious he was human, a vampire or even a half-blood wouldn't be confused walking into the detention room. It was a room they frequented a lot. Brian, however, didn't like to place himself in the same category as them. They were constant troublemakers, he himself just didn't show up at all so there was no way to cause trouble. The confused boy made let out an airy chuckle and shake his head lightly. "Hello Wonwoo, I'm Brian Kang." He paused for a moment to take in the features of the boy. He looked.. innocent for lack of better word. Too innocent to be there, especially holding a textbook. Maybe that's what the guy, someplace to work. Brian leaned back in his chair and pointed his finger to the board at the front of the class before placing his hands on the desk. "This is detention. If you're here to study then you're most definitely in the wrong room. The student lounge is a few rooms down though." He just assumed the other was lost and needed some quick guidance.

@✙ BRIAN KANG Wonwoo disliked trouble but trouble seemed to have a special liking for him. With a history book he picked up from his locker--it was by accident, he swore--in hand, he made his way to the rather intimidating room he's never once been in. Well, he was more-than-he-liked intrigued by the stories he's heard of the almost vampire-exclusive room, but it's not like he walked around striking up conversations with vampires and students and poking around their private lives during class and asking things he shouldn't be asking and getting into trouble for it--oh wait, strike that, it's exactly why he's serving detention.

Wonwoo entered and got the surprise of his life. The room wasn't as occupied as he expected. Wonwoo look to his left, where a voice spoke to him and that voice came from the only other person in the room.

"Oh, hi there." Wonwoo said, still confused. "I'm Jeon Wonwoo... Erm, am I in the right room?"

@❂ JEON WONWOO Brian sat in the detention room with his head resting on his folded arms. Every so often he would glance at the window and debate if it was worth the trouble to climb out and walk home. He had been sitting alone for about an hour sinve the teacher who was supposed to br watching him decided he had better things to do and left. Brian wasn't a bad kid, he was actually very smart. But because of this he felt like he didn't have to sit through boring lectures, which lead him to skip. Daily. Brian was honestly about to skip out on the rest of the detention because he needed to feed. It had been almost a week and he was getting hungry. He was about to gather his belongings and leave when he heard the door open. With an annoyed sigh he started speaking to the person, though he didn't bother to see who it was. "Finally. I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to leave me here alone, especially if I need to fee-- oh, who are you?" Midway through his sentence Brian had turned to look at who he had assumed was the teacher, but was met with an unfamiliar face instead.

@KIM DAEIL In hindsight ditching class and participating in a street race with a teacher's son is probably not one of Junhong's best ideas. And it landed him back in detention, a place he found himself more than he would like to admit. Junhong wasn't a bad kid he just never really backed down from a challenge, which lands him in bad situations. He walked into detention and saluted at the teacher in duty who just sighed in response. Normally Junhong got lucky and there was never really anyone else in detention with him, which means a nice quiet nap. However, today was different there a boy he couldn't remember seeing before sitting in one of the desks. What immediately caught his eye was the tattoos and piercings all over the boy. Instead of taking one of the many empty seats around the room Junhong took the seat right beside the boy. He turned in the seat to stare at the boy, who was quiet handsome, and admired the rows of piercings and dark ink.