#hpkykm

[moonhpk]

@hpkykm

“...So how long do you think we’ve been stuck here?” Moon wondered out loud. It’s been a while since she woke up in a classroom, went to her hut, and went back to sleep again. Since then, she’s been wandering around the halls and trying to figure out when the fuck did this whole shit start? All she wanted to do was to study Korean Literature, play Magic (and win like usual), and die in 20 years live as long as she can.

“Like, [fuck man], it couldn’t be that long...can it??”

[hpkshin]

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮

     mundane mediocrity no longer consuming his existence, but rather now the warped perception of a confined life dazzles him, and before his eyes, the life he had before this was dangling on a strand of peculiarity. deviating from the norm and he feels reinvigorated by the sudden incapacitation of his freewill. ahh, but what difference does this make now then when he was still an adolescent? odd... that he doesn’t seem to remember the specific details of anything post-academy. it’s not everyday that you can get captured by some freak bear cornering you to commit murder. something... not so far off from what he would’ve done if it weren’t for his mother’s guidance. 

     but, here he sits. in the cafeteria attempting to score a booking to get one of the washing machines to do his laundry. he has been at it for the last three hours, amidst his indulgence within his textbooks he lets out an audible sigh as fingers move to rake through his silver strands. he turns to check his screen, bookings are still unavailable. he turns to ( @hpkykm​ ), the person beside, gently knocking on the table as to signify his intrusion, ❝ have you tried booking for a machine in the laundry room? is it rigged? ❞ 

[hpkhyojin]

@hpkykm​

the thing about being stuck in school is that the thought of that isn’t actually too bad. it isn’t that hyojin has any particular incredible fondness for his classes and his peers other than the norm, but neither does he have many such relations on the outside, and thus it’s a matter of one or the other being pretty alike if you were to ask him. no. that’s not the reason he is sitting on the floor in the laundry room with the lights turned off and a blanket over his head.

he wants to think of everything as some elaborate joke gone too far, but somewhere deep in his mind, he cannot help but wonder the same thing over and over again: what if? what if someone actually takes it seriously? unfortunately his moment of loneliness and self reflection is broken when the door is opened and some random kid steps in. hyojin knows him by name and face, but not much beyond that, having nothing much to do with the high school section. and he can’t help but feel miserable over how pathetic he must look in front of this kid right now.

fingers giving mademoiselle a squeeze, he moves the doll to face the intruder rather than try to catch his gaze himself, and with unmoving lips and a higher pitch than he would usually speak in, he breaks the silence. “you’re yoo kangmin, aren’t you? please forgive hyojin ah, he’s having a bit of a moment. what did you come here for? can i help you with anything?”

[hpkbrendon]

@hpkykm

Now, if Brendon was a better man he would not be chugging oh...around 4 cans of Venom in public while trying to snoop around the school’s database like usual. All he could find were data of students from previous years and whatnot; nothing useful to get out of his hell hole (like usual).

Time to chug another Venom, he guesses as he cracks open another can and starts chugging it. He dropped kick one of the cans, not caring what direction it went. He was too immersed in his antics to give a shit right now.