#cvjunho

@cvjunho

“So, it is finally over… “ the male witch mused, more directed to himself than to the other male by his side. There has been some very strange occurrences happening in the Academy - if meteor showers isn’t classified as strange enough, there's still the sudden case of involuntary bonding amongst his peers. Taekwoon has to be thankful that he wasn't involved in any of those, and perhaps nothing much had changed in his daily life ever since… but it’s only when the announcement came and a wave of relief washed over him, that he realized how agitated he has been.

The Supreme isn't a bad person, in the sense that at least they can trust her word if not anything else; but no explanations were given, and somewhere deep in his heart, he couldn’t help but suspect that everything is somehow linked together in a tangled mess.

Now walking by the side of his coven superior, his lips were set in a straight line, his each breath measured - the danger had passed according to the Superior, but one can never be too careful. Somehow, he felt safer with the presence of the younger familiar; if there’s anyone he knew he could count on in times of danger, it was Junho.

There’s a good reason why he’s dubbed president of the Fellowship after all, and they make a good duo.

The two had been walking towards the poison garden upon the necessity to make sure everything was in order, and he could already see it looming before them, a certain devilish aura emanating from it. “These plants can kill,” one of the warning signs posted on the high fences read, and once more he wondered whether they have taken unsuspecting souls.

❦ junho ❦

“Whoa.”

He wasn’t in the position to be impressed, yet he stood there gaping at the modernist architecture of another university. He had only visited once before, when he was a teenager and determined to give the campus some color, but it was still a sight to behold. The building exteriors were both minimal and geometric, and all were painted in white. The monochrome structures were like thick, blocky Tetris pieces separated by large, black framed windows and protruding platforms that had been converted into garden beds. In between each level were blankets of green wrapped around the great edifice and thick, knotted vines draped down from them, occasionally jostled by the wind.

“Junho-hyung,” Taeyong turned around, looking to the older man with his expression twitching uncontrollably; his smile cracked into a grin and his eyes squinted into happy crescents, and just as quickly his eyes fluttered open – wide, practically glittering with excitement, and then he pressed his lips into a thin, serious line. “This place is incredible. It’s definitely top-class. They have everything – well, almost everything – like mad science junk. I swear on my soul that they even have robots. Ones that battle.” His rambling was powered by one-hundred watts of pure ecstatic energy, and he went from staring at the groups of passing people to shuffling closer to Junho, because honestly, the last thing he wanted was for them to get separated among normal, non-magic people.

“Among other things.” Taeyong added, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jean jacket. “A massive library, art-stuff, history-stuff, etcetera-stuff…” He attempted to list the possibilities off on his fingers only to fall short on account of not actually knowing his way around, but he wasn’t worried of Junho getting bored, not with his obsession with human relics. “You could even meet a human-human.” He affirmed, glancing back over to the clusters of students. They weren’t unlike the students attending Baridegi, most of them young people absorbed in their own little worlds, hardly paying any attention to them at all. “If you want to. What we do here is up to you, I’ve already seen it, so…” He let his sentence trail off and, struck with an idea, yanked his smartphone from his pocket, and then held it out in front of him.

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As the first rays of light started peeking out from behind the clouds another sigh left Jieun’s lips. The sunrise was as beautiful as usual, but she kind of hated the fact that she tossed and turned for most of the night and ended up just waiting for the sun to come back up. For what seemed like the umpteenth time she had reorganized her notes for class again and went over all her readings again, just to distract herself. She thought the monotony of it would be enough to put her sleep, but it seemed to elude her again.

Without a doubt it had been a very productive night though and she felt more than ready for her classes today. But to be honest, she wasn’t feeling like class today. Now, in all her years here she has skipped class once, and promised herself she wouldn’t make it a habit. She was always the diligent student, making sure she came to class on time and paid attention, did well in most her classes too. She’s seen enough of her classmate around her having fun, yeah maybe they weren’t the best influence, skipping classes, blatantly breaking rules, but it looked fun and she would be lying if she didn’t want to take part in it even just a little.

One more day of skipping classes wasn’t going to hurt, right? It would only be the second time and she really promised to herself that she wouldn’t make it a habit. As she thought about it, she didn’t really want to just do it by herself. That wasn’t as fun as finding someone else to skip with and she knew the perfect person for that.

Well, sort of. As she s tarted getting ready for the day she mentally prepared herself for the battle that was going to take place. It was probably going to take all her strength and wits to convince him to skip with her, but she knew he probably secretly wanted to. He’d been playing the straight laced student even longer than her, surely just this once she could convince him otherwise.