monday morning madness, sunyoung.
It’s far too early in the morning—nine-ish, he’d say if he had to make a guess—for anyone to be awake and be sane at the same time. (At least, that’s what he believes.) But lo and behold, here he is in nothing but his sweatpants, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He glares angrily at the clock, unhappy to be rudely awaken by the bad dream/memory he had (but at this point, he knows it’s futile to go to sleep, especially with the dream fresh in his memory).
So he gets up, his hands stretching while he yawns tiredly. He supposes he could run down to the canteen to get some breakfast, or maybe he could go for a morning jog and actually take this school seriously (because despite what his mom thinks about him coming to this school, he’s only doing it so he can learn to protect her better).
He goes about his morning routine and while he’s brushing his teeth, he hears a bump in the hallway. It’s weird, he thinks, because on a Monday morning, the boy’s dorm is usually dead quiet, what with the intense Sunday night partying, some having to go for classes and the rest already midway through their morning jog. Confused and curious, he slaps his cap on—an attempt to tame the bed hair he’s sporting, honestly—then opens the door to the hallway, his curious expression turning to one of disbelief when he spots what’s causing the commotion.
On the ceiling is a glimpse into what seems to be anything but the sky (which is what he would expect to see if there were a random hole in the ceiling). Surrounding the picture is what appears to be bright purple glob, haphazardly wrapped around the hole big enough for a person to fit. He walks further out until he’s right underneath the bizarre sight, eyes widening when he recognises what’s on the other side; he swears it’s part of the school, but looking at it in this context, he can’t seem to remember what.