Meridian ◈ Seungjin

43 ◈ Break Out

Minho slipped into the common room. Waving the lit screen of his phone in the direction of his three friends, the pack lounging bored for the hundredth time in that week alone, he asked, "Has anyone heard from Jisung?"

"No, none of us talk with him," Jeongin shook his head in denial.

The older huffed in frustration. He shifted on his heel, his weight swaying from side to side as he returned his attention back to the glow of his phone. His steps shifted, the gentle rocking of his weight back and forth allowing him to wander around the occupied furniture, the other wandering students fluttering through the common room barely avoiding his distracted presence. They sent him glares and scowls as they narrowed their gazes to the vampire, might murmurs slipping between other friend groups attempting to entertain themselves at the expense of the upperclassman. He hardly seemed to notice them. A light frown overtook his lips as his fingers began to angrily pound on the screen.

Hyunjin watched him for a few beats; Noting the pull of the frown on his features, how it seemed to envelop him, roping and tying him to only what the connection through the screen could provide; Observing the rapid pace he seemed to be typing on his screen with, a sort of panicked flurry consuming him as he stumbled around the furniture, wandering, but too distracted to even have a seat with the group of friends. After Minho nearly broke his hip bumping into the side of the padded chair he occupied, Hyunjin swallowed back a teasing laugh prepared to mock the older. He piped the question, "Something up?"

"I'm trying to text him and he's left me on read for a while now," Minho answered. His typing came to a stop as he leaned his elbows on the back of Chan's seat, his weight shifting fully to support him as he readjusted the grip on his phone and began swiping upward, eyes seemingly searching for an important something that screen contained hidden from their eyes. Chan leaned back, glancing over to the screen of the phone as Minho gently tipped it towards his friend as if to prove a point. While Chan busied himself with reading the contents present to him on the screen, Minho wondered, "Maybe there's an issue over in the human dorms."

Seungmin set a box of folders down on the table as he told, "Jisung is fine. He's taking a nap in our dorm. "

"That makes sense," Minho grumbled.

He paused.

Wait.

Hyunjin shifted up in his seat.

Seungmin?

Their gazes chased over to the human, standing casually in the center of the vampire dorm common room.

"We're supposed to be on lockdown," Chan started with a firm hiss. He moved Minho's phone away from him as his eyes widened, the swift interrogation tumbling from his lips already, "How the hell did you get in here?"

Seungmin folded his arms over his chest. A smirk peeled back his features.

"The front door."

Minho glanced down to the phone in his hands. Then to the blanking Chan. Finally to the human. He carefully interjected, "Is... is it not locked? They said it was locked?"

"No, you're correct the front door was locked."

"How did you...?"

"I knocked. The faculty checking the door saw me with the box, I told them some made-up story about how I needed to deliver a few papers, and they let me in."

"That easily?"

"Carrying things. Makes you look as if you have a purpose. Always works. In reality, those are folders and papers I stole from people's dorms while they weren't watching," Seungmin finalized as he gestured to the box he set on the coffee table, the smirk on his lips growing with pride each passing second. Each passing question that the two 'responsible and mature' vampires flung at him with those baffled looks turning their features pale. The human seemed to inflate a little larger. He seemed to tip his chin a little higher. He seemed to become more insufferable by the second, a visible snob, an absolute and utter pain to deal with on every occasion, yet from his spot by the side, watching Seungmin become evermore arrogant in himself, watching Seungmin showcase his stubborn brilliance,