scarlet (EXO version)

I crave the moon

"I saved your life. You owe me a treat now." Jackson grumbled, brushing off his silver, spider web like hair from his forehead. They had managed to successfully peer through the messy student enrolment customs. Jackson and he were in the same year while Holland was surprisingly a year younger. Knowing that, Kyungsoo couldn't help but pity the young man for being a student under Mr. Resting bitch face. 

"Here is your map and schedule. See I don't have much time now so let's meet at dinner." He gestured at the numbered ebony doors. "Your dorm is the third one from here. Mine is a floor above your's." There were a few words of goodbyes and take care before the ball of enthusiasm skiddled away in the downfold.

Kyungsoo kept his gaze lingered on the slushy black carpet beneath his shoes before daring a few steps ahead. 

Huge enchanted corridors dominated his small frame with random barely audible echoes. The corridor entire corridor had a minimal enlightenment of softly glowing fire torches, protruding out from the porcelain pillars. There were bronze warrior figurines lined on either side and a septic Crystal chandelier illuminating the upper half of the structure in a faint hue of red. The arches doorways at regular intervals were engraved with alien scripts that he didn't bother to decrypt. 

All over the place was peculiarly hollow and cold. His skin had broken into a thick layer of goosebumps as some unknown source kept flushing cold air throughout the building. Before he knew it, he was already standing in front of his dorm. 

He whipped out the card he had been given and pressed it to the sensor. His other hand ran all over his face and curled in anxiety. They were supposed to have a roommate and he definitely wasn't ready to meet him. 

Though he had managed to grab some friends, his initial thoughts about the academy were still the same- a rich school with snobby kids.

To his surprise the room turned out to be empty. The place he was supposed to stay in was flushed with crimson. Literally, every corner had shades of red with a gut twisting pattern. The upper half of the walls were layered with silken red wallpapers with discounted hieroglyphics while the lower part was blocked by two queen sized mahogany divans and side tables.

 The bed near the door had a wrinkled quilt and some scattered papers, marking it as occupied. The other one was next to a curtained gallery. Next to it, was his luggage, finalizing that the bed belonged to him. 

He pushed the door further and walked to the gallery before yanking the wine curtains to the side. The shade of scarlet was suffocating him so he opted to look for some light. Quite in front of him, were four foggy glass doors holding a blur stillhouse of some bluish object. Individual study table covered with cherry tinted paper laid on the left of each bed.

His mismatched orbs glistened a little while a small lump accumulated his throat. He felt so out of the place. He wasn't used to luxury. All he needed and wished for was a life of simplicity with a lot of free time to develop a decent hobby. It wasn't the fear of bullying nor the insecurity of being a sore thumb that made him sob. Something about that place didn't fit right. Something urged him to keep an eye on his back while waking and he wasn't liking that tiniest bit.

Preventing his tear valves from giving up he did the most obvious thing he could do then. It took a few seconds and his phone went off. 

Ryeowook: Dang boy! I would've spreaded myself like a starfish if I were at your place. 

Me: you ain't helping -_-.

Ryeowook: Ok. Ok. So you're saying that someone is stalking you? Well, if it's the case then I prefer you to walk around in groups. There's no need to be friends with them. Just be there to avoid any nuisance. Does anyone seem sus?