— * over the edge ;
@slyjae
he’s learned over the course of his life how exactly to tune out those who he deems irrelevant. but unlike what he might have learned, had he taken his mother’s teachings more to heart, without the moderation of his sister, it’s not internalized. he half wishes he could just hate them (but irene would be disappointed) and the other half of him wishes that he could just accept them (but his mother would kill him), and it’s that tugging between two polar opposites that leaves him hovering in between, lost and unsure.
there are always people who still, somehow, work their way under his skin. people who shouldn’t exist to him. seething, the irritating thing’s voice playing in his head, he can’t help but grumble to himself as he walks towards the slytherin common room, a look of sheer murderous intent on his face. the password is hissed out between gritted teeth, and the first person he sees is jaebum -- thank merlin, perhaps the older slytherin can stop him from committing homicide.
“hyung!”
