The boy, Min Yoongi was surprisingly not much a hassle to show around. He was quite as the air that Jimin breathed, nimble but his legs despite his toned and slim body, jimin noted, were thin like that of a girls and not well accustomed to excersise as compared to his torso.

Or maybe he was born that way.

"Come on, the dorms are around the this hallway hyung" Jimin chimed as they passed through his favorite hallway

"Why is this the only hallway with murals?" Yoongi asked curiously and Jimin shrugged

"How would I know? 'M not the one who made it. " Jimin said smoothly, too smoothly that it sent Yoongis warning bells ringing, but he didnt pester the younger about it.

"These are the boys dorms. " Jimin sweeped a hand over the new hallway .

The hallway ended in a set of intricate doors, which opened upto a vast cavern like room. It was spacious yet cozy with a slumbering fireplace on one end and couches and books lovingly scattered across various tables and chairs. There was a brimming water fountain on one end that cane from the wall itself and on one of the corners were a stairwells winding upto the gloom.

The room was painted with dark colors and ceilings which contained a realistic painting of the night sky

"These are the dorms to the fire wielders," Jimin pointed to an intricate door right beside the fireplace, "these are the dorms to the water weilders," The younger gestures toward a beautiful dark blue door behind an artificial wouter fountain opposite to the fire place.

"And those stairwells lead toward the air weilders and the earth wielders live here." He pointed towards a trap door that was carved onto the floor in the another corner.

"The descendant-"Jimin started only to be cut of the elder.

"Whose the descendant?"

"A descendant is the the descendant of the person who founded this place. As in, Kim kihyun's descendant. Hes the one who takes care of this place. Sort of like a pripncipal like in normal human schools."

"The level head and academy student president have separate rooms in their dorms. Since we do not know what runegem you weild-"

"Where do I sleep then?" Yoongi asked bluntly and Jimin hesitated, eyes flitting toward Yoongis rungem before answering.

"You room with me." Jimin said firmly. "Im a fire weilder. "

"Why you?" Yoongi asked curiously.

"Because fire shows the way."

"What if its not something you have seen before?" Yoongis intent eyes met the youngers but Jimin did not falter.

"We'll have to find out then. "Jimin stated and Yoongi nodded satisfied.

"So show me your room then

And so imin showed him his room which was startingly bare and perfect. The rooms were a white that edged of on a yellow and the curtains were red, the table tops filled woth books and scheduled.

Yoongi snorted.

"Im going to wash up. We have classes early tommorow." Jimin ignored his snorted.

"Okay. " Yoongi nodded as he edged towards the bed that looked out of place and slanted beside Jimin's perfectly made and aligned bed.

Few words were said as they got ready for bed, dinner brought up, eaten and discarded accordingly

It had been perefectly ten o clock when Jimins breathing had gone soft and his tense form more relaxed.

Yoongi tossed and turned in bed he had been next to Jimin.

Yoongi softly looked at the the younger's sleeping profile. He looked borderline angelic and pure against the oncoming and swallowing darkness that chased him.

The sweet lie that the people here was lulled into, the facade of this world and that false sense of security, it would be destroyed and snatched in a few days if not weeks.

And with that Min yoongi allowed himself into hypnos's embrace albeit with a heavy heart.

The lie was so sweet, would they ever learn to let go?

*

"Hyung!" A bright voice yelled from around the hall and Yoongi slowed to a stop right alongside Jimin in the jam paxked hallway.

"Yeah Tae?" Jimin asked only for the boxy grinned one to roll his eyes as he came to a stop beside them.

"Not you shorty. Im calling Yoongi hyung." Startled into the conversation, yoongi immideatly took notice of Jimin's annoyed expression and Taehyungs blue black and white smeared hands.

"What is it?" Yoongi asked mildly and teahyungs expression brightened enough to alarm Yoongi.

"Your next class is with me!" Taehyund exclaimed enthusiastically.

"It is?" Jimin and yoongi asked simultaneously.

"But you have art next Tae and only ear-" Jimin started heatedly only to be cut off by the hyper younger.

"I know hyung! Its so weird but then i think it will give me time to know yoongi hyung and be friends with him."

It was only then Jimin noticed the roving eye that tae passed over the oblivious elder.

Jimin raised his eyebrows in disbelief and Tae looked sheepish in a 'what? Hes hot' sort of way.

Jimin scoffed.

"Who told you that i have class with you?" It was yonngi who interrupted their silent conversation.

"I did. " a musical voice cut through their little bubble as the trio was cut through by a fourth person.

A very beautiful fourth person.

"Seokjin hyung. " Jimin whispered before bowing in a full ninety degree.

"Aish. " Seokjin rubbed his neck embarrassedly. "Just call me jin. Dont bow down like that. "

"Jin. Who are you?" Yoongi asked bluntly and Jimin nudged him sharply in the ribs. "Hes your hyung. "

"Who are you suppossed to be Jin hyung?" Yoongi corrected rolling his eyes slightly as the beautiful man broke into a charming grin.

"The descendant's son. " Taehyung said somberly and Yoongi startled.

"Does that mean he's the next-"

"I'm the next descendant? Yes. " Jin finished Yoongi's sentence for him.

"But what if you're not capable enough?" Yoongi asked crossing his arms and Jin's grin faltered.

"What do you mean?" Jin asked as though the mere comment was so ridiculous. "I'm the descendant, I was born into it. "

"Nobody is born into anything other than their fate. "

"Being the descendant is my fate. " seokjin fired back.

"Sometimes you choose fate sometimes you dont. But having hundreds of lives on your pretty hands and playing with them when your time comes and setting a maze of rules and way of life they cant get out of isnt fate. Its a dictatorial. " Yoongi ranted out.

The tension was palable as Seokjins mouth tightened considerably and almost every person within their earshot came to a standstill in the hallway.

"Thats how things are run here Yoongi. " they watched Jin drew to his full height and crossed his arms authoritatively as his eyes narrowed.

Jimin had never thought the older could look so angry or intimidating. He was surprised at the fire in Yoongi's eyes that was holding out well against Jin's fiery glare.

"You will fall right into line. " Jin sneered before storming away, students moving making way for him like he was royalty.

"Do you even know what you just did?" Jimin whispered yelled as the warning bell rang and students began dispersing.

"Jimin later. We need to get going." Taehyung said firmly, looking absolutely blank, not trace of that cheeriness to be seen as he grabbed a hold of Yoongi and went on his way.

The pair arrived at their class leaving Jimin behind.

"Welcome to Art. " Taehyung grinned as he opened the intricate door and pushed him in.

The room was white walled with wood panel flooring, one side was covered with shelves of materials like paint, carving tools, clay models and various other things Yoongi couldnt place. Then there were stacks of easels and already painting pieces scattered over the room in hurried flurry.

But what caught his eyes were two other doors inside th room that caught his eyes.

One one door it showed what he suspected to be musical instruments, the glare of a saxophone in the sunlight and glide of piano keys had his heart lightening in what seemed like years.

"-and there you have the dance room and music room." Taehyung was saying.

"I thought this was art class?" Yoongi inquired lightly.

"This is all art. Music, dance, pottery, painting, sculpting, all of it comes under art. "

"Does that mean i can choose to go to any room?"

"Yeah. This is the only period in which we can do whatever we want. It is the only subject I get flying colors in too." Taehyung revealed unabashed causing Yoongi to smile slightly.

"What about the other periods then? What do you study there?"

"We study normal subjects like mathematics, sciences, social and such. But then as our level increases, we get divided according to our runegem gifts at first and then according to our skills in them."

"So what weilder are you?"

"Earth wielder." Taehyung pointed toward his runegem. "Artisan. The lowest of the low. "

Yoongi frowned at the palable hauntedness that hid behind Taehyung's non faltering grin.

"You create. How is that low?" Yoongi asked the younger.

"People who destroy are more valued here. We are born into jobs here, water to navy, sky to aerial , fire to dragonriders and the earth to foot soldiers" Taehyung walked away and turned his back to Yoongi, shoulders tense as he spoke. "Me? I hate killing and weaponry. I love paint and earth smell more than I like the smell of smoke and death. "

"So here i am. " Taehyung smiled as he turned to face Yoongi once more. "Shit future ahead of me but happy nonethless. "

Yoongi watched in utter silence as the younger went back to the canvas positioned near the corner of the room, fingers gliding across the paint bottles like old friends.

Yoongi couldnt think of anywhere else Taehyung would rather be.