Area 801: the dark meets the storm; HYUNLIX

003- A winner

[Hey, just wanna tell y'all to check the characters analysis before reading this chapter hence two characters have been added.
Also it's going to be a long ff with slow burn and lot of tension. The story might have a lot of TW in almost every chapter (mostly about depression, attempt, suicide & abuse)
Anyways, here the third chapter ;) ]

00:30Am

People with issues drinking the problems away while being the actual problem, how fucking pathetic.

One two, one two, one two...

Laughter, screams, whispers and some even crying.
One would think this was a place filled with psychopaths and it actually was. In other words, just some random students trying to make a name for themselves during the last day of summer break.

Hyunjin wasn't pleased by the amount of people being in his territory. As a matter of fact this place was once found by the Hwang Hyunjin himself. The abandoned mall was his retrial place. A place for him to drift off the real World and focus on himself and his mind. Just like that after five months of finding this place the walls were sprayed by non other as the artist. Therefore, not everyone knew that they were actually in a place filled with Hyunjins thoughts painted all over the walls. How beautiful and authentic. Hyunjin didn't mind the changes at all. He preferred his daisy field over this dirty building plus there was almost no space for his paintings anyways.

Now this building belonged to the whole gang so sharing it was his contribution. Not a big loss for Hyunjin since he had many places to escape. One could say that no one knew Area 801 better than Hwang Hyunjin. How could they? Hyunjin researched every tiny edge of the Area to find at least one acceptable spot.
He didn't. Not even one single centimetre of beauty was spotted in this hell. As if it wasn't predictable thought, yet Hyunjin had hopes. No wonder, he was poetic, very poetic and unsuspecting that the beauty might come within another person and its flaws. Clearly, Hyunjin was a poet, not a romantic, neither a lover.

One two, one two, one...

Once again the black haired male could feel his thoughts slowly taking over and his mind playing tricks. Thank god his best friend was next to him. He tried his best not making Hyunjin bump into others. Yet trying his best was clearly not enough.

This place makes me wanna-

"Ey-yo.. the fuck you doin- ohh Hyunjin, Jisung you're finally here!". It was San. Hyunjin bumped into one of his friends. This situation made him shift to the real world again.

"Yo San. There was a lot of traffic which took longer than usual. So what are the news?". Jisung hugged his friend, not mentioning the mess at the railway barriers for Hyunjins sake.

San was also part of the gang. Hyunjin didn't bother to take part in the conversation. The male took out his watermelon flavoured vape which he clearly needed right now to calm down. Hyunjin was acting like a fucking weirdo and he knew that he had to be stopped. He looked over to San whose white top was covered in dirt and blood. San clearly had some fights going on while waiting for the others to arrive. And even thought he was strong and well build the little bruises on his right cheek sensed strong opponents. Yet San would give his everything to win for the gang. He was very desperate and caring especially when it comes to his friends and loved ones. Hyunjin wondered who he fought to make the Choi San look like that.

"Everyone is here. Bangchan and the others are in the second floor dealing some shit with others. Jisung, i hope you brought some stuff the people are going crazy and willing to buy literally anything!" San looked over to Jisung while lighting up a Joint. He knew their gang had the best stuff and everyone preferred theirs. This Information made Jisung face lift up. He already knew that tonight was going to be big.