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@( ✯ ) nam taehyun ((Next scene would be break time so we should transfer in cafeteria))

@( ♕ ) hwang miyoung ( wait is the scene just gonna end like this? )

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun Miyoung continued to walk towards her classroom until someone bumped into her shoulder. It was hard enough for her to be angry. Fortunately, she just got off this situation quickly. She glanced at the boy and judged him. Tiffany shook her head and strutted away.

@( ♕ ) hwang miyoung Eventhough it didn't seem like it, he spotted some students giving him a look. As if they were waiting for him to do something. Taehyun decided not to make eye contact on anyone ever again. Last time he did that, he got kicked to the teacher's room. When the bell rang, more hurried steps filled the stone pavement and soon, he followed them to enter the main building. Muttering some 'excuse me' and 'get out of my way' as he made through the crowded place, it still couldn't do him much justice as his shoulders bumped into a female's shoulder. Hard. Right at that moment, he hoped that this female won't intend him any harm.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun Just as she heard the bell rung, she just continued to strut toward the entrance. Miyoung didn't care if her class had started. She doesn't even open her books. Looking at the students running everywhere, the muttered a curse under her breath. This was the other reason why she doesn't want to attend. She had to deal with loneliness. Hence, Tiffany ignored everyone. She plugged in her earphones and listened to music.

@( ♕ ) hwang miyoung It was another school day. With his backpack slung onto his shoulder, Taehyun walked through the gates with heavy steps. He'd rather sleep all day than coming to school. Since he was one of those early risers, the school was still empty. For the exception of some nerds who came early to study, he falls into a category of his own: the diligent rebel. Most rebels came to school late but he was none of them. He decided to sit by the edge of the big fountain, letting the sound of sprinkling water to calm him. Then his eyes traveled to the window by the third floor - his classroom. And this was all that he could do before a wave of students started to flood through the main gates.

"Woah~ It's all so fancy" The latter murmured. He was new to the school and was quite afraid from the rumors he heard of supernatural happenings, and Kyungsoo had no idea what he had got himself into the moment he stepped on campus. He didn't know who to talk to or where to go and continued to aimlessly wander around.


(hai guise... i'm new here and I kind of didn't know what to put. T^T /sob/ excuse my crappy writing)

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun Zitao waited for the other to leave the room before he pulled himself up to his feet and slid his hands into his pockets. Finally. An hour wasn't much time as far as he was concerned but it definitely could have been spent better. He jerked his head to the teacher in a slight nod before striding for the door, figuring it wouldn't be appropriate to jump out the window and reach the tree line faster. Well ... not too shabby for his first day.

@( ✖ ) huang zitao Taehyun could felt that his sleeping position was wrong. So wrong that it kind of make him hard to breath. Resulting in what other people call as snoring. He snored his way through detention. Wiping his drool in a little while before sleeping again. An hour seemed like a very long time but when he sleeps, it only seemed like a minute. He heard a knock on his table. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up to face the teacher. His detention was up, he heard the teacher say something along those lines. He stood up, stretched his arms and looked over to his back for the last time - spotting the taller guy glancing out the window. Without further ado, he walked out of the class and made his way to only he and God knows where.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun As the vampire was thinking to himself, he thought of how stupid a concept such as detention was. Really, what were they learning by being stuck in here for an hour? It's not like they were being put to work or doing anything productive. Hell, he could sense that the other guy had fallen asleep! Napping was allowed? He shook his head and sat up in his chair, leaning back against it as he folded his hands in his lap. This was stupid. Turning his head to the side, he glanced out the window, wondering where his favorite angel was at this moment in time.

@( ✖ ) huang zitao ( you're welcome c: )
His head turned around for a second, just checking where did the taller guy sat. After spotting him on the seat that was placed way back, way far from him, Taehyun let out a relieved sigh. At least he didn't have to worry about that one. This time, he rested his head on top of his palm - so it didn't have to touch the cold table. He let out a yawn, a very big one. He could feel his eyelids weighing heavier and heavier as the clock was ticking. He mentally counted to 100, so he won't sleep but even before he reached midway, his eyes were shut close. Shutting everything in his world with this window known as his eyes, his head became lighter and he had drifted to dreamland in a second.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun (Why thank you~)

Zitao slipped into the designated room and took a seat in the way back, figuring he didn't have an assigned seat for detention. He tugged his hood up over his head as he crossed his arms on the desk, burying his face into them as his mind ran a thousand miles a minute. He could sense the other two in the room but paid them no mind, focusing his thoughts and attention on other, more important things. Detention wasn't so bad. Maybe he should come more often.

@( ✖ ) huang zitao ( your paras are awesome o/ )
His visions were somehow still fuzzy and he could feel the world spinning around. He heard the teacher talking - something along the lines of detention. Though thankfully, it seemed like they didn't have to do anything except to sit down in another empty classroom with the teacher watching. Still holding his head, Taehyun walked to the detention class. He didn't care that he got to spend another time with Mr. Just-Kicked-Your-_____ at least the teacher will be there, he thought. Once he arrived, he sat down in the nearest seat and rested his head on the table, softly groaning in pain.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun (Haha no worries, I try to avoid third whenever possible but thought I'd give one a try o/)

Oh heck. He had just kicked the other into a teacher's classroom with the teacher still in it. Well the vampire hadn't thought that through. He heard something about detention and merely scoffed before waving a hand in the air and striding away. Sure. Detention. It's not like he had anything better to do. he could just use the time to plan out more course of action. Hopefully, the other male wouldn't disturb him during that time.

@( ✖ ) huang zitao ( otl really i'm sorry ; u ; i just started this whole third pov rp thingy so yeah . o . )
Taehyun just realized that his opponent has such long legs, that he doesn't need to be that close to kick him. His eyes blinked for a few times when the taller guy lifted his leg from the floor. He slightly shifted to the right, so he won't hit the door knob later. When his boots landed on his chest with a hard kick, he could feel his insides burning in pain. He fled back, hitting the door - hard. His visions started to blur, he felt the door opened from the other side and he still had enough conscience to not fall towards his homeroom teacher.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun (pffft)

He sauntered up to the other, confused as to why he would make himself visible once more but didn't give voice to his thought. Zitao paused, still facing straight ahead with the male to his right. Just one kick. That's all it would take to send the other off his feet and hopefully knocked out so he wouldn't have to deal with this nonsense anymore. He had other things to be doing at the moment and he wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of that. So he lifted his right foot of the floor and leaned to the side with his hands still in his pockets to send his boot flying into the male's chest, hoping to knock him right out of his life with the movement.

@( ✖ ) huang zitao ( sorry ; A ; let's just pretend that the earthquake was strong enough /killed )
Just for once, Taehyun felt like running barefoot because his shoes were making too much noise. The door of the teacher's room was in sight, so he jumped down and make himself visible again. It would only take one punch, kick or whatsoever that would send his body slamming to the door. Sounds like the best plan for that moment. He gave a mental note to himself: don't skip your mixed martial arts course, again. His chest was still moving up and down, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He tapped his foot anxiously as the taller guy was getting closer and closer. Oh, Detention, he had never looked forward to it until now.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun (vampire with weak balance? ahaha, that's godmodding bro)

Invisibility wasn't an issue at all for Zitao. For one, the other male was making enough racket that he could be heard on top of the lockers. But even without that, the vampire could smell the other, eyes keeping focused on where his body would be. He knew that he could easily forget this whole ordeal and just turn and walk away, avoid the stares of the others. But for some reason, he was feeling more pissy than usual today and felt a good fight might be able to make him feel better. Judging by the other, the fight would end faster than he would like but he would just have to make do with what he had available to him. With an exasperated sigh, he slid his hands into the pockets of his dark wash skinny jeans and lazily walked down the hall, not surprised when the other gave him a wide berth, allowing easy passage down the hall so he could follow after the other.

@( ✖ ) huang zitao Even with such a distance, Taehyun had sensed that he will get attacked no matter what. The second attack was quick. In a blink of an eye, he could felt his legs gave it up when it came in contact with a hard kick. His bottom landed hardly on the cold floor and his head almost slammed the floor if it weren't for his palms that served like a cushion. He looked towards his left, only students were seen. Same goes to his right. He could use his powers but it seemed like his positive mood changing ability won't do justice. There was only one thing he could do: lure him to the teacher's room - which was at the end of the hallway. It would be called cheating if he used another set of his powers, but it wasn't like the guy's a match for him anyway. Their fighting skills were in a different level, Taehyun being the loser, that is. Using his powers will also drain his energy but he couldn't care less. He snapped his fingers, making his body totally unseen. He stood up and climbed the lockers, running on top of it because the hallway was too crowded for him to run - plus, it would be seen if he was pushing other students. To top all of that, the ground shook so the taller guy's balance was weak, resulting him to hit the lockers behind him.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun Zitao, though able to sense the other students around them, paid them no mind. He couldn't feel the presence of a certain angel so the rest he could care less about. As if he hadn't noticed where the other male's eyes had lingered. The inhaling of breath was easily picked up as well. Zitao was able to block the kick with his hand, allowing the latter to move around to his back before he retaliated. Moving quickly, he took one stride back before dropping into a crouch, kicking back with one leg to sweep the other out under his feet, jumping back up to his full height before swiveling around to face the result.

@( ✖ ) huang zitao As the guy approached him, more students gathered around them. His goal for that day was a failure. He felt the taller guy's hand grabbing his white uniform's collar, slightly lifting him upwafds. If there was a thing that Taehyun hated more than bullies, it was someone touching him. Especially the hands of a rebel who thinks that he was the best. "Can't keep your dirty hands to yourself?" He snickered, instead of answering his question. His eyes quickly scanned the taller guy's position. His legs were pretty wide apart for him to kick is inner thigh. He took a deep breath before kicking it as hard as he could, successfully escaping from his grip. The situation was turned around. He was now standing behind him, mantaining a good distance between them as he loosen the tie around his neck.

@( ✯ ) nam taehyun School. Or as Zitao liked to think of it, prison. There was no reason for him to be here. He didn't pay attention in class and he sure as hell didn't have any friends that he ran around giggling and farting rainbows with. He stuck to himself and he wanted to keep it that way. Sure, he pushed around the occasional student here and there, but what else was he to do for entertainment value? Making friends just wasn't his cup of tea nor on his list of priorities.

Walking down the hall, he pulled his hood up over his head, feeling better when the sides of his face were shielded by the fabric. Feeling eyes on him, he swiveled his own around to see some guy looking at him. What was his problem? He had hardly been here for half an hour and already somebody wanted to give him trouble? Zitao strode up to the other male, noticing him put his books back into his locker. "You got a problem?" he asked gruffly, darting out a hand quick as lightning to fist the collar of the male's shirt, pushing him up against his locker forcefully. "Can't keep your eyes to yourself?"

@( ✖ ) huang zitao

Another school day, Taehyun thought. His recent days were as boring as ever, still with some encounters that caused him being the center of attention, again. Though today, he was determined to keep low, to stay silent until those school bell rang. He went straight to his locker, getting those books that were needed for his first period. He could hear some whispers from other students, something about another rebel entering the hallways. His eyes searched for that particular rebel that people has been talking about. From quite afar, he could see a tall guy with dark circles under his eyes, a built figure and just by one look, if they ever had to fight, Taehyun would lose in a second.

There was only one weapon he could use, his wit. Their both locked their gaze on each other for a moment, and he knew that he was screwed. He put back his books to the locker, nope, he doesn't want to lose those vandalized notebooks that he had carried since no one knows when. The guy approached him and he took a deep breath, before putting on his best pokerface.

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