#thread. toantagonizeademon

The moment a grin had spread upon the ghoul’s lips, it was already known that the very day was going to be a peculiar one. It was an odd Wednesday, something unsettling within the afternoon air, as the tall counselor emerged from his hidden whereabouts and strode confidently on Mugunghwa corridors with an ever-so-persistent grin splattered on his sunken features. Gone at the moment was the hermit man, the ironically-proclaimed phantom who could be found sulking in every corner of the university’s campus except his respective office where duties laid. As he joyously strode past students, a chill ran down through the youngsters’ spines, an ill-omen in which only the man and a selected few were aware of.

A talk with William Kang. Despite his frantic relationship with a man, it was the highly-presumed theory as to why the phantom seemed so jolly. He was a kiss-up after all, right after he was a snitch and, knowing that the secrets in which he spilled would soon lead to an inevitable destruction among both faculty and student bodies whom deserved any and every punishment that was sent their very wicked way,  Changmin couldn’t help but grin selfishly.

A sharp turn into the corridors and a curt walk outside in order to navigate himself to the Visual Arts building, it was a queer view to see Changmin so willingly venture into the den filled with students that he secondly loathed the most: the film department. His disdain for cameras momentarily forgotten in the peak of his high, his high gloat as hinted misfortune strung thick in the air, the counselor made his path towards a certain classroom, one ran by the very man he loathed the most:

Lee Jongsuk.

When the doors for the Film Studies room opened, an hour or two past it’s last class, Changmin was promptly surprised to see Jongsuk alone at his desk, book in hand, the classroom void of any troublemakers and students. Dress shoes clinking against polished floor, the tall spectre took the opportunity to wander in and let the door shut loudly behind him.

“Where’s your escort?” He inquired through a fake, sugary tone as he strode towards an empty seat and perched himself upon it. His lips pulled into a mocking frown, the man folded his arms across the desk’s surface and continued, “has he finally gotten tired of you and moved onto another plaything?”