After Midnight | Seongjoong 🌜

二

Hongjoong arrived home, he took off his shoes and took them with him to wash the blood off them. Then he took off his coat and simply threw them on his bed in his room. He'd tidy up later, his room was already messy enough, he thought.

You could call him the most careless killer in the world and you'd be right. The problem, or good thing,  is, both Yuju and Yeong-Wonhan - Wonhan for short, the mafia Hongjoong is associated to- have affiliations with the police. Even if they're rival organizations, they somehow have similar contributors. Corruption happens. Not his problem.

It also meant that, as long as it wasn't in front of the public eye, his crimes could be covered up by the cops if he was unlucky enough to have been caught. But fortunately, that had never happened. Yet.

Hongjoong checked the time, and saw it was 4A.M. Might as well go to sleep ? He'll deal with those blood stains later. Hongjoong looked closer at them, and realized, actually those shoes are ugly. Might as well just throw them out. But well, that's a thought for future Hongjoong. Present Hongjoong's current priority is just to go to fucking sleep.

The next day in class, Hongjoong's five hours of sleep were apparently not enough because he caught himself dozing off. Social studies were boring, he only chose that as his major because it was honestly the only class he thinks he'd pass.

He doesn't know if it was just the class that was boring or his hours of sleep, probably both. He made a mental note to buy a strong cup of coffee right after this class ended and went back to writing his notes.

While the teacher was explaining stuff, Hongjoong's eyes wandered to the students in the room. Most of them were paying attention, except for one group, also sitting at the back in the range across him.

His eyes widened when he noticed a certain person among that group. He checked his phone again to confirm his thoughts.
"Yeah, that's Park Seonghwa." He thought.

He had to admit, Seonghwa looks way better in real life than in that mockery of a picture he got sent to. That shit looked like it was from the 1800s.

Seonghwa was laughing with his friends while leaning on his chair. His hair was thrown back, exposing his face.

They were at the back so the teacher didn't really hear them. Even if she did, she probably wouldn't care. What teacher gets paid enough for this, honestly ?

Hongjoong was zoning out, staring at the other's facial features. At least until he zoned back in. He facepalmed himself and went back to writing his notes.

"Why am I looking at this guy ? He might be pretty but I'll be seeing his guts in some time from now. Lock in, Kim Hongjoong. Lock in." He thought to himself.

Time went by faster than Hongjoong expected. By the time he came back to reality, there would be 10 minutes left until class ended.

... And he didn't write any notes. Great.
And exams were close.

But whatever, he'd carry on this mission and start studying for good. He did not go through all that college debt just to fail his classes.

He looked back at Seonghwa, who was still laughing with his friends. Hongjoong thought that after all he may not be the only one in a fucked up situation when it comes to the exams, since that Seonghwa guy wasn't like a good student from the looks of it.