sort of also from this universe (http://firequakes.livejournal.com/14848.html). clearly using this exchange as an excuse to recycle old 'verses i've written lmao
Pop.
Tic, says the second hand on the clock. Tic, tic, tic.
POP.
"Jesus fucking Christ, can you please, for the love of all things good in life, STOP THAT?!" Kibum snaps, turning his head around to glare at Chulyong, whose gum-popping had been the only sound heard in the room for the last 15 to 20 minutes.
Until, obviously, Kibum finally got fed up.
"It's fucking annoying," Kibum mutters,
"Sorry," Chulyong says sheepishly the same time Jinwoon gently berates Kibum with a, "Kibummie, language."
Jaejin exchanges a look with Dongwoon, rolling his eyes and making the other boy suppress a smile, while Kibum's mouth just tightens. And then it's silent again.
Pop.
"Chulyong!" Kibum snarls.
Jaejin bursts out laughing, and Kibum turns his glare towards him instead.
"Sorry, sorry," Chulyong apologises again, finally spitting out his gum on a piece of paper and crumpling it up.
He attempts to throw it at the nearest trash can, but he fails. Chulyong doesn't budge from his seat though, just staring at the piece of wadded up paper lying a feet away from the trash.
"I'm bored," Kibum says, leaning back against his chair. "I can't believe we have six more hours of detention left to serve."
"I brought a portable chess set along," Dongwoon volunteers. "You can play can play if you want?"
Kibum makes a face at him. Jaejin snorts, stands up from his seat next to Dongwoon and moves to the empty one next to Kibum.
"There, there," Jaejin says, patting him on the back.
"Lee Jaejin, are you mocking me?" Kibum frowns.
Jaejin snorts. "Just a little."
"Fuck you," Kibum mutters.
"Yeah, I know dude," Jaejin grins. "Love you too."
jaejin/key (91 line) - detention 263w
sort of also from this universe (http://firequakes.livejournal.com/14848.html).
clearly using this exchange as an excuse to recycle old 'verses i've written lmao
Pop.
Tic, says the second hand on the clock. Tic, tic, tic.
POP.
"Jesus fucking Christ, can you please, for the love of all things good in life, STOP THAT?!" Kibum snaps, turning his head around to glare at Chulyong, whose gum-popping had been the only sound heard in the room for the last 15 to 20 minutes.
Until, obviously, Kibum finally got fed up.
"It's fucking annoying," Kibum mutters,
"Sorry," Chulyong says sheepishly the same time Jinwoon gently berates Kibum with a, "Kibummie, language."
Jaejin exchanges a look with Dongwoon, rolling his eyes and making the other boy suppress a smile, while Kibum's mouth just tightens. And then it's silent again.
Pop.
"Chulyong!" Kibum snarls.
Jaejin bursts out laughing, and Kibum turns his glare towards him instead.
"Sorry, sorry," Chulyong apologises again, finally spitting out his gum on a piece of paper and crumpling it up.
He attempts to throw it at the nearest trash can, but he fails. Chulyong doesn't budge from his seat though, just staring at the piece of wadded up paper lying a feet away from the trash.
"I'm bored," Kibum says, leaning back against his chair. "I can't believe we have six more hours of detention left to serve."
"I brought a portable chess set along," Dongwoon volunteers. "You can play can play if you want?"
Kibum makes a face at him. Jaejin snorts, stands up from his seat next to Dongwoon and moves to the empty one next to Kibum.
"There, there," Jaejin says, patting him on the back.
"Lee Jaejin, are you mocking me?" Kibum frowns.
Jaejin snorts. "Just a little."
"Fuck you," Kibum mutters.
"Yeah, I know dude," Jaejin grins. "Love you too."