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@ˢ⁰² ; lee seojeong Instantly, Yuto knew that speaking to someone that seemed so bubbly, bright, and friendly was going to be difficult. It had been the first time someone greeted him with such a bright grin, even if he had been stared at for quite a while. What was he supposed to think of this girl? She seemed nice enough, but people usually averted their gazes after even just a simple glance at Yuto – so why was this girl so different?

But then, she spoke – and immediately, Yuto had absolutely no clue how to handle this situation.

"U-um..." he stammered, trailing off, unsure what to say. Friends? No one had ever asked him that before, especially not this directly. Were people here that blunt, he wondered, or was it just this girl? His nerves seemed to go haywire, biting his lip as he tried to come up with a response in his head. Damn it, he was taking too long to reply, wasn't he? Now she was going to think he was an absolute weirdo, and she was going to take back that offer of being friends, and he was going to live the rest of his college life as a lonely, desolate soul.

Well... it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. And it wasn't like he could have friends, anyway. Too dangerous – mostly for them.

"Um... I'm Yuto," he greeted nervously. "I, uh... I'm not really sure what you mean," he began. "...are you sure? Th-that's not something people really say to me, so I don't know what to say to that..."

@ˢ⁰² ; hwang yeji The younger one between the two did not seem too happy about the older one’s actions – a prominent scowl printed on her facet making her features look even sharper than how they usually are. Mina, on the other hand, took note of such façade which she remembers to display when she was feeling angry—not that she ever had such urge to feel as so, but still, she deems it as something worth remembering for the near future. Although this was the case, Mina did not budge nor flinch when Yeji snatched the umbrella from her hands. Without hesitations, Mina apologized, “Sorry – I must have not held it the right way.” She was about to add something more to her nonchalant apology when she saw the cat nuzzling on the other girl’s ankle. Mina turned her gaze back to Yeji who seemed to not mind the creature by her feet.

“Do you not like any audience? I swear am not going to get in the way,” she said, sincerity escaping from each syllable. All Mina wanted was to observe something she does not see every day. Though Mina liked observing animals roam free and would go out her way to help a creature in need, she promised to herself that she would not budge no matter what Yeji’s actions would be. The doll thought that if she may feel something on her stomach or if she moves uncontrollably to interfere, then it was more than enough for her – as long as she would feel something, it was worth it.

As the words “ridiculous thing” came out from Yeji’s mouth, Mina recalls a lot of instances when other students of her age would call her “ridiculous” for not being to feel anything or rather, not being able to say what they are actually feeling due to the lack of understanding of such subject; and as they call her such, still, she was not able to voice out what she felt because it was a mix of happiness and resentment: feeling such at the same time could also be deemed “ridiculous” that she never really bothered anymore. Mina hates repetitive things—people repeating their words and their reasons bore Mina.

To her surprise, Yeji had declared herself as a “hero” and “the very best”. Mina could not understand what she meant – was it possible to be a hero and a villain at the same time? Mina could only think in dichotomies which made things harder for her. It was only good and bad, right and wrong; no in-betweens and mixed.

She found herself speaking words that she would often hear her parents say, “Heroes – there are no best heroes, just better. To be best is to be set apart from the others. If you want to be the best then you have to separate yourself from them: the heroes, the villains – the best is its own person without a label.” Mina had memorized it word per word because she was rather strongly inclined to do so without really knowing why. She was not sure if such words were for her or for other people – yet she felt that she needed to say it at that moment.

Mina almost turned and walked away but she remembered she has not answered Yeji’s question yet; if she hates her questions being unanswered then maybe Yeji would too. “I was following you because I heard that you are a villain, Yeji Hwang – right? Though it seems like you are not.”

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@ᶠ⁰¹ ; adachi yuto Although it was only her second year, Seojeong had gotten pretty used to the school and its population. She remembered being just a little freshman and experiencing Sora for the first time. It was such a pleasant shock to see so many people with so many differences. Of course school life had its ups and downs, but for the most part she viewed it positively.

With the new year Seojeong anticipated new people and, more importantly, new friends. She was a very sociable girl and new that out with the graduated came in the new freshman. An unspoken goal of hers was to say at least three words to everyone on campus. She wasn't sure if she had succeeded yet given the sheer amount of people at Sora and the amount of words that would imply, but she felt pretty darn confident. Now there were new people for her to say new things to! And that was what she did, socialize with all the unfamiliar faces she could. All except one.

There was this one boy. He was interesting. He didn't talk or even show any emotion as far as Seo could tell. She heard his name whispered around the halls. Yuto. The name carried a negative connotation, a strange questioning fear came behind every mention of him. It wasn't long until she understood why. Apparently he killed things. A lot of things. At first she wondered why someone like that, someone that seemed so cold and capable of horrible things would come to a school like this. Admittedly, she got scared. But the fear was soon replaced with intrigue and, eventually, sympathy.

Someone surrounded by darkness needed some light. So, she decided to try and make friends.

Seo saw him one day and worked up the courage to introduce herself. She walked over with a confident stride, but froze when she heard his voice suddenly address her. Her first thought was how sad he sounded. It caught her off guard and she stood there for just a bit too long, staring at him, with an indistinguishable look in her eyes. Then she smiled; a nice, bright, friendly smile.

"Hi! Im Seojeong. Want to be friends?"

Yeown arrives at the front gates, with her backpack on, and her acceptance letter in hand, she grins staring don the building. "Ha I've finally made it here. now just to find the admin office so I can check in and get started" She says more to herself and starts to walk in from the front gates looking arround

@ˢ⁰² ; lee seojeong Nervous? Yes, definitely – why wouldn't he be? Although studying at Sora Academy had been a childhood dream of his, he hadn't really mentally prepared himself for what was definitely the worst (and only) case of culture shock he'd ever experienced. After all, he had lived under a rock (not literally, but a rock was close enough to that shabby cottage of his) before coming to Sora, which meant that he was in no way prepared for just how... massive the campus seemed to be, and how it seemed to be teeming with life – something that Yuto had barely ever seen before.

Which meant he had to focus. If he lost control of his ability and suddenly widened its scope, everything within a 400 meter radius could spontaneously begin to decay – people and animals included. It was a scary thought, yes, but one that Yuto constantly kept in the back of his mind. It was no use dwelling on the inevitable, anyway. All he needed to do was to be careful, to keep others out of harm's way by keeping to himself. No good would come out of interacting with a boy that nature seemed to despise.

Or so Yuto thought – but it was difficult to do just that when there seemed to be someone that was sort of... watching him. Normally he was used to people averting their gazes and whispering, but this person seemed to be... just there, despite the aura of /wrong/ that no doubt enveloped the boy. Clearing his throat and swallowing his nerves down, he turned to her, speaking in a quiet, sullen voice. "Is there... something I can help you with?"

@ʲ⁰³ ; myoui mina "What the are you talking about?" Yeji had asked, feeling incredibly offended that the stranger even asked her such a question. First off, the other was already too weird for Yeji's tastes. Of course, Yeji was aware that there were people who didn't flinch even during dangerous situations, and that was understandable, since the two of them were still in school grounds and Yeji wasn't really the type to go against the school rules so blatantly and for no good reason, so there was a guarantee that Yeji wouldn't hurt the stranger at least, if this one was the same person who'd been stalking her for the past three days. And even more so, the other's actions baffled her. Taking Yeji's umbrella from the ground beside her without so much as a defensive stance, just in case she had decided to attack the other student out of (what Yeji would claim later on) self-defense — Yeji truly couldn't understand, and frankly, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to understand.

She clicked her tongue loudly, scowlilng as her eyebrows moved to almost meet, and she grabbed the umbrella from the other student rather harshly. She didn't particularly care if she got wet or not, but the cat was now nuzzling against her ankle, trying not to get wet from the rain. That meant Yeji wouldn't be able to move freely without hurting the feline, but she didn't think the other would be dumb enough to start a fight right outside the academy grounds... Right? "I don't know what gave you that damn idea, but that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in the entirety of my ing life," she replied curtly, and she adjusted the umbrella so the droplets of rain wouldn't hit the cat by her feet.

"I am a hero," she then said firmly, staring straight into the other's eyes. "I will become the very best and stand on the ing top." Her hold on the umbrella tightened, and she clenched her jaw momentarily, her resolve seeping through her eyes. "Now answer me, doll face: what the are you doing following me around like a damn stalker? Depending on your answer, I might let you go off unscathed."

@ˢ⁰² ; hwang yeji Back at her parents’ laboratory, growing up—though not physically as she had this body for twenty years already—Mina would always be tasked to observe what her parents were working on while they slept. Once they were already awake and ready to work, Mina seemed to have no purpose and was left to do what she had to do. Having no reason to sleep nor the desire to eat, Mina spent most of her time going through books in their laboratory and most of them hold nothing about all Mina had seen during her stay in the academy. None of the books taught Mina about what to say, how to act—and so when she got caught during her pursuit (due to her impulses which … she also did not know how to control), she had no idea of what to do.

Yeji Hwang had just thrown a rock towards her but that was the least of her concerns—after all that would not hurt in any way. There was a surge inside here, however, that made her feel vulnerable; it was a foreign feeling. Mina never felt this way before, even during her performances—she was perfect in every way (or so her parents would claim her to be). The rock fell on her side and the swift movements of Yeji made her blink more than usual—it was almost as if her eyes were to flutter close. The “antagonist” in front of her was getting soaked in the rain and Mina was unsure as to why she let herself be in that state. Without much thought and practically ignoring the other student’s outburst, she grabbed the umbrella on the ground before holding out her hand in order to protect Yeji from it. Mina knew about rain and its effect on most humans—it made them sickly, cold and for humans, being wet is not really the preferred state to be in.

Not answering any of the accusations, Mina threw a query back at the fuming younger girl in front of her, “Are you a villain?” She tilted her head a bit and she hoped she had brought her other set of eyes just so she could at least scan Yeji to know her measurements—maybe she could design her future parts with such measurements if she deems being a villain would bring more excitement and fun than being a student in a hero academy. Sure, there were times that it was indeed fun and Mina would find herself laughing on her own without much thought to do so. Still, she has heard enough of hero stories from the people around her and from real heroes like their instructors and sometimes even visitors. Her parents, were also always speaking of heroes but in another manner—mostly calling them flawed and weak but them too, never spoke of villains. This was a whole new idea and Mina was not too keen into letting it slip nor for her to get distracted and drop it like every other idea she have had.

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; jeon jungkook as jungkook propelled himself in the air, he couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. whenever he enchanted an individual without proper prior research, there was always the danger of possessing a person with inutile abilities.

jongin caught the bag thrown at him, but he didn’t heed the other’s command. standing between two stone pillars, he watched as the other stepped back into the courtyard to confront his brother. terror flashed in his sibling’s eyes as jungkook effortlessly lifted three cars into the air before propelling them toward him. as agile and flexible as the serpents he commanded, he weaved around the makeshift projectiles.

normally, the young prince would have extended his twin swords and entered the battlefield, but completely mesmerized by the mastery jungkook’s had over his craft. when his brother’s pained cry pierced the air, jongin blinked back to his senses, shaking himself out his own thoughts before dropping the bag and racing over to the pair,”wait!”

“stop!” the prince shouted again as the chain was whipped back, lacerating his brother once more. he extended a hand for jungkook’s shoulder,”j-jungkook,” amidst the madness, he had momentarily forgotten his name, “it’s okay--he’s my brother“ jongin shifted his attention to the male arched over in pain, his hand pressed over his bleeding wound,”leave. go home. tell our mother not to send anyone else. i don’t want you guys to get hurt” he ordered firmly, unsure if he would be able to keep jungkook from proceeding.

the injured male looked up in desperation, face contorted in pain and shame.

“i’m sorry. i really am,” it was the faintest of apologizes as he averted his own eyes. his brother would face an even worse treatment at the hand of his mother, but he gathered his courage and pressed a button on his wrist. then, with a blinding flash, the other vanished, whisked back to their home planet.

@ʲ⁰³ ; myoui mina [] i hope this is an okay reply, bub ;;

Day 3—Yeji was beginning to get tired of the person that thought it was a good idea to trail along the steps she wandered off to. See, Yeji's instincts were rather sharp, and while she was used to the attention she'd often get in public, the feeling of being watched, especially when she was certain she was alone, was something that she couldn't shake off. She would try to see who might be following her, but she hadn't wanted to seem too suspicious to her stalker or alert the latter that she was aware that she was being stalked, so she decided to leave it be for now. If worse came to worst, then she could simply protect herself. She was more than capable of doing so.

It was how she just continued to act as herself, acting as though there was no one watching her movements. It was strange, however. When she was alone, she still felt as though she was being watched, despite no one being there in visible sight. She wasn't paranoid, she was aware of that — she wasn't scared of a mere stalker that she could most likely handle in a fight. But she definitely didn't appreciate the feeling of being watched so shamelessly and persistently.

, she thought to herself. Once she found whoever was stalking her, she was going to beat the hell out of them.

Today, however, she let her attention be distracted by the poor feline resting by the side of the school gates, hidden from the other students' view by the shades of the trees that stood in line by the sidewalk. She had abandoned her own wellfare as she crouched down in front of the wet cat, and she held her open umbrella above the cat, letting a bit of backside to get drenched underneath the pouring rain. She didn't care for her health as much — she was healthy enough not to catch a cold from situations such as this one. Plus she could just shower when she got home later. A shame she couldn't bring the cat home. Her mother would be furious if she did.

She heaved a sigh, the expression coloring her visage softening as she reached her other hand out to pet the cat's head lightly, the feline meowing in satisfaction as her soft touches d the back of its head. "I wish I could take you home," she murmured, just low enough for her to hear, before she sensed a presence coming near her. Her first instinct was for her hand to grab a nearby rock, one that was small but just enough for Yeji to throw. She turned to face her side just as she threw it toward the intruder, hastening its speed by controlling its gravity, yet she halted it just a single centimeter away from the intruder's neck as an attempt to stop the other from running close to her.

Her glare was dark as her gaze bore into the unfamiliar face of the intruder. Her hand still outstretched after throwing the rock, she let it fall down to her side, the rock falling down as well, and she stood up, letting her whole body now get soaked under the rain. "Are you the one who's been ing stalking me lately? Because I'm ing pissed off." There would be no reason for others to approach her; either they were too afraid or they couldn't be bothered caring. Either of the two were fine, but Yeji found herself as persistent stalker recently, and as such, she had come to the conclusion that there was a possibility of this girl, this other student being said stalker. "What the do you want?"

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; kim jongin The clock ticked 7 pm, the purple hue lighting up the sky gradually turning into that of a dark blue as the night proceeded on. jungkook was rather excited to get back home, plans to just relax by himself with that of some dessert that he had been saving for tonight. not that spoons were his thing or anything, but they in a sense helped settle his anxiety when it was too high. he was one of the last to leave the classroom as he had extra work to catch up on, though he didn't mind. it wasn't like he had any special plans anyways. his nimble digits swirled in a circular motion, levitating the spoon around playfully. it was either this or a fidget spinner, which he could make spin at a dangerous speed.

as he stepped out into the courtyard, he was aghast by the sight of what seemed to be a man running for his life, and a person who had the ability to control the waters as if it were some type of creature. his brows furrowed in confusion, though his spectacles caught view of the man running. his dark umber ores burrowing into his soul, a weird sensation rather rushed through his veins. he didn't know why, but a second ago he had no interest in following the chaos; but it felt as if it was his life's duty to do so now. quickly surveying the area around, he propelled his body into the air, manipulating the magnetic fields to push himself towards the mystery man before dropping down by his side, sprinting along with him. "get behind some shelter!" he exclaimed, unraveling the straps from his backpack before throwing the bag at the other. "go!"

he turned back, eyes marking the few cars parked nearby. the sheer stature of the serpents was enough to intimidate him, but he wasn't going to let this feeble man take advantage of someone who couldn't fight for himself. launching himself back into the air, he escaped the serpent's strike hovering back over towards the actual man controlling the water critter. he extended his arms, palms stretched out to snag several cars over, wavering the clunky vehicles overhead. jungkook's right arm gestured down, firing three cars down towards the man though he missed. this man was fast, but not fast enough. the cars were merely a distraction. he grabbed hold of the chain around his neck, letting the other cars within his possession catapult back down once more. the thin chain raveled its way around his digits, before hurling its way down, piercing through the center the man's stomach. he wasn't sure why or how, but why did he have the sudden urge to obliterate this person? someone he had never seen before; a power so strong, why was he doing this? jungkook lowered himself back towards the ground, whipping the necklace back towards him but not before letting it pass through the man once more. "give up." he shouted, walking over towards the lad without a worry in the world.

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; jeon jungkook this was the childhood he missed on — the adventure and thrill a sixteen year old faced with invasions and wars missed out in the three year period until he was propelled into a different universe as a lone wolf. the rage and frustration he held within his heart through the two decades he’s lived because he was only forced to follow as a large hawk caged in metal chains and locks even after he invited himself to this time frame. tonight was the few hours he could break out into his widespread wings; take flight and bring out the claws to assault the system as the elastics around the beak rippled free when they weren’t watching in their slumber. his late mother’s blurry words have always sunk in, but one in particular that mentioned that living does not mean one is truly living; however, for once, maybe yoongi feels sparks and flickers of serotonin in his limbs and maybe he’s alive for today.

tolerating jungkook seems to be the right word — he doesn’t necessarily enjoy him, let alone anyone, but yoongi could learn to deal with him if the kid listened to his orders if they were to destroy buildings again. the moment he settles himself down back on his feet, he glances from a side view, tongue darting out to coat his dried pairs as his brows raise once more upon the shattering of the glass. jungkook — definitely not a bad partner to have if you want to rob someone or up, but of course, not as good as him. yoongi finds himself smirking more, striding over to the main office’s wall with a palm kissed to the surface and soon after, the structure cracks then quickly collapses down to his soles. he raises both his hands this time, taking a few steps forward above the rubble to blast at the monitors and cameras of each desk, then unforgivingly setting the sound system aflame with a few diving punches from his fists. though, he leaves one tv and computer laying in the dark vulnerably; raising his voice to grab the latter’s attention in a brief yell, “pretty much ed this office up, but thought you might’ve wanted a special present— if not, it’ll join the junk pile.”

[] I HAD TO DO IT LDSKAFLDJ

[] WITH A SPOON IN HAND ASDFGHJL

[] DLSAKJFKLSADJF

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@ˢ⁰⁴ ; jeon jungkook mothers.

in every culture, they were celestial beings blessed with the ability to bring life into the universe. they cherished those small souls and raised them to capable people. jongin’s mother had done the same, except now that he had disobeyed her, she was hell-bent on dragging him back of orisis.

as his older brother charged at him, it was obvious that the period of sweet negotiations and cajoling on his mother’s part had come to an end.

“ —“ jongin grappled up the wall, hopping up on the ledge as he caught his breath as he stared down at the large orisian who didn’t dare look up at him. if only he could catch the other’s eyes long enough, but his mother had most likely warned the male of his ability.

‘don’t look at him directly in the eyes,’ he could practically hear her say and, as a result, growled in frustration.

“awe—is my little baby brother upset?” his half brother sneered at him. they all hated him; enraged that despite their abilities and loyalty to their mother, she cared for jongin. even when she had given him everything, he couldn’t bow his head and obey. had they shown such disobedience, she would have had their heads, but she wouldn’t give jongin more than a slap on the wrist. they were envious of the fact that she genuinely loved him.

his siblings were stronger; they could move the earth, change the winds, breath fire, bend the oceans, and more but jongin possessed the one ability that mattered.

jongin jumped off the wall as he saw serpents made of entirely of water slither up the brick wall, going for his ankles. he sprinted over the courtyard, vaulting over the shrubbery with liquid beasts in pursuit. he skid under the porte cochere of the school and then scrambled for the entrance, hoping to catch someone who hadn’t retired to the dorms for the evening.

out of the corner of his eye, jongin caught a peculiar glint. he swiftly turned his head and at the center of dark hallway caught a confused jeon jungkook with a spoon in his hand.

panting, he pushed his brunette looks out of his eyes, standing straight as he bore his onyx gaze into the other student's. his kin could morph into beasts and command the elements but jongin held sovereignty over hearts and minds.

he had his mother’s power.

steaks of gold emblazoned the obsidian as he imprinted a devotion for himself into jungkook’s mind, “do you think you could help me real quick?”

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@ˢ⁰² ; hwang yeji Day 3—she was on her third day now: following and observing Yeji Hwang. From what Mina overheard in the cafeteria the other day, Yeji was a villain and she realized that she has never met a villain ever in her life. She would mostly hear it when she is watching the television or from stories of their teachers and how they fought villains when faced with such situations. She wanted to see for herself how a villain would act, speak and what gestures they mostly do. After all, Mina was not sure if her parents created her as a villain or a hero; she never asked and they never really told her. All she knew was that her parents think that the other people who possessed powers were imperfect—only Mina was perfect to their eyes.

With such thoughts in her head, she continued to follow Yeji after class hours has ended. Mina mostly kept herself hidden by bringing her muffled pair of feet inside her bag and replacing her normal feet with such in order to walk around without much noise.

For the last two days of following her, Mina believes that she has not taken notice. Once or twice, she would leave her eyeball and ear in classrooms she knew were sometimes used by the sophomores just to observe Yeji. The most Mina got from her during her little quest of observing was tha she liked to curse a lot—loudly, under her breath; Mina heard those. Although, Mina is quite a skeptic as to whether cursing is bad or not – since her idea of something being bad is that people avoid doing such, but maybe cursing was good since people like Yeji did them without much of a fear.

Her steps came into a halt when she saw Yeji open her umbrella when she got to the exit of the school; it was raining. When Yeji was almost out of the school gates, Mina hurriedly skidded to sit on the roofed benches where there was a clear view of the front gates and its periphery. She scanned for anyone who might catch her next action, but it seems like everyone was hurrying to go home due to the pouring rain. She then fished out a new set of eyes before scooping out her present pair – replacing them swiftly. These were her somewhat telescopic eyes which allowed her to observe from afar. After blinking a lot—just enough for her body to recognize the new parts—she immediately calibrates it to zoom in on Yeji who was now kneeling down and petting a … cat?

Mina controlled herself from jumping off from her seat as Yeji d the cat. She has no clue what the younger girl was doing but when she grabbed the cat, Mina could not stop herself from sprinting towards the subject. She guessed that if Yeji was indeed a villain, she needed to see how she would hurt the cat up close because it seemed to be her intention to do so.

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; min yoongi destruction was all that he had known, this to him was just another slice within the cake. the pure torment he endured for seven years only sparked the adrenaline that flowed through his bloodstream. to see the aghast expressions on the staff that brought forth this wreckage only drove him to do more damage to the academy he so admired. not that he had anything against the students themselves but they were a victim of the injustice as well. he had tasted that of his fullest potential once and he wasn't going to allow a few feeble minded scoundrels to place boundaries upon his life any longer. however, he was quite hesitant. not knowing yoongi only shed a light of how unpredictable this guy could be. they were different in their own ways but shared similar emotions.

"thanks." a small huff escaped his lips as he followed loosely behind yoongi's steps. he could tell this guy was a real brute, but whats to say that he wasn't one himself? he was snappy in a sense where he was quick to boast about his own powers and relay on any sort of insults. as they got inside, the main foyer was silent in a sense until the chaos began to echo throughout the empty halls. he watched rather in awe as the fella effortlessly exploded all of the cameras that surveyed the lobby before snapping back to reality to ponder about yoongi's command. "weird voodoo ..?" he murmured to himself, rather scoffing before positioning himself in the center. he extended his arms , intertwining his digits to stretch out before the main event. giving his nimble fingers a small wiggle, he quickly scrunched his hand into a fist. both door knobs and locks alike gashed their way out of the door frame before surrounding jungkook's frame , levitating in a circle. eyes quickly darted to all the precious glass cases that lined the walls of the hall that stored cherished trophies and ribbons of those past heroes that attended the academy. releasing his hand free, the door knobs and locks barreled at an violent velocity. instantly shattering the whole structure of the cases. as his echoed steps flooded the halls, he crouched down letting one knee rest against the floor. his hand hovered, delicately surveying the dark tiles for hidden metal pipes that dwell beneath the school.

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; jeon jungkook there’s too much adrenaline for him to look into the future and see the consequences; there’s no way they wouldn’t know which bundle of kids would tear the ing school apart, but yoongi wants to do this for fun. this was going to be their adult playground for the night until the moon waves its goodbye to greet the sun and when the people break from their slumber to witness the epitome of chaos. though he knows taking the route of vengeance won’t help their case, yoongi had hunger to ruin lives of the privilege — those who had the upper-hand and used their blood-ridden titles to get away from consequences which soon the vulnerable would face. he could only revel in a widened smug grin; one that would imprint tonight’s stamp like wolves at peak. this would assure nobody would underestimate him — , he hates it when people underestimate him.

“took you in’ long enough, eh metal boy?” he makes a snarky comment while scoffing, tongue resting on the top side of his teeth in slight annoyance. yoongi watches the metal chains render useless as they’re thrown into bushes, picking his steps forward and... the latter was right; the doors lay open and he’s slightly impressed with a raised brow, “you’re not so bad.” ‘but not better than me’ he thinks... of course, due to his cockiness. yoongi slips past the doors. he’s ready to sit home watching all the videos of the campus turned to rubble while relaxing in his bed for the next seven days. he’s rubbing his hands together to generate some sweat, “unlock the doors with your weird voodoo and destroy everything on this floor, you hear me, kid?” he mutters before charging upwards to clamp his hands onto the cameras, blowing them aflame and to shards. he then propels himself down the halls with the same hands to burst several more devices.

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; min yoongi it wasn't out of the ordinary for jungkook to get into predicaments with the school as his temper was out of the park. however, this instance was that of irresponsible faculty that found it easier to place the blame on those who were shunned upon. first threatening detention then expulsion, it was all bluff. it was his senior year, what more could he lose so why not have a little fun? though he hadn't met the kid, he had seen him around the school a few times. a rather small frame, topped with disheveled hair but don't let that fool you. codeblack was his alias, the kid was nothing but havoc. it was a loosely planned "prank". the two would show the lovely educators not to mess with them, and he was more than eager to carry out the mission. as he made way for the front gates, he was alerted by the chime on his phone. reading the message, he quickly typed back a reply: "almost there".

as he drew closer towards the gates, he could see the a shapeless black silhouette planted by the front. "hey- i'm here." he exclaimed, without a worry in the world. "let's ing do this." he raised his right arm gradually, flicking his pointer finger up as his eyes focused closely on the metallic chains that held the gate closed. as the chains snapped, his hand gestured left tossing the clanky load off towards the bushes. the rusty squeaks of the gates began to echo as the wind soon picked up. both hands presented before him, he forcefully drove the gates apart. a simple glance back at yoongi, he presented the lad with a smug expression. "we're in"

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; jeon jungkook there’s nothing in the world at the moment that could burst him into this much anger than false accusations from the academy. there were a few factors that ticked him off that’s left him clenching and grinding his teeth to filth and one was that he was being taken advantage of solely because the school knew he was an outsider. it was easy to chuck any garbage at someone with an unknown future, let alone past, and in this case, it was yoongi and another idiot in the same year as him: jeon jungkook. “this— is ing trash.” he remembered cursing and chucking the letter that had ‘suspension for 7 days’ written all over before he blasted out the main office filled with smug grins. in that moment, he wanted to break the law and strangle the professor so hard he could see generations of ancestors chanting their prayers.

he would have never imagined teaming up with someone else so willingly, but yoongi and jungkook just happened to be on the same drift of injustice. the two of them just happened to be red in face, fuming in anger, and nearly breaking out into destruction when they were informed of the news, but back to reality — yoongi shoved a hand in the big pocket of his hoodie; attire all black along with a mask that covered half of his face as he stood outside the school. he sent jungkook a text: ‘dude u here yet? i don’t got all day, kid.’ before shoving it back into his pocket. tingles reaching throughout his limbs as he rocked back and forth on his heels, faltering in a brief stretch from side to side because , he was ready to tear this apart.