choosing to stay in his dorm in favor of intensely long hours spent gaming was one thing, but being asked to stay in his dorm was another. part of him felt as if the entire thing had been an elaborate joke --- some seniors trying to kick off the semester with some sick and twisted excitement. but another part of him --- the rational part, knew it wasn’t a joke. not that he’d say it aloud, though. drakon who?
jonas was sitting in his bed mindlessly listening to music when his phone started ringing. first instinct told him it was an update from the school, second told him it was his mom. well, his instincts were often wrong.
“seungah,” he greeted, throwing up his fingers in a peace sign soon after. “how are you holding up?” @euxseungah
