human, or alien.
❦ 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.
Without so much as a warning (because he had to take advantage of this golden opportunity), and his reflexes swift and slighted agitated by panic, he snapped a picture of the two of them together, side-by-side. “Yeah, so, choices…endless choices.”