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✍ highschool au

Detention, the slip read, a dirty white segment of print emitting subtle tones as it underwent relentless assault caught between skillful fingertips. Lips pursed together in indication of how passive he’d grown to this point in his life, the troublesome teen strolled at a relaxed pace, hardly paying any mind to the unused lockers around him. “What’re the point of those?” Jongin murmured under his breath, knowing fully well that his surroundings were isolated, any hint of another heartbeat locked up in a classroom for the option between detention and extracurricular activity– which was a fancier way of labeling excess work and an inviting paycheck to those who proctored. “If we have lockers, we should at least have the opportunity to use them.” For, due to unfortunate circumstances nearly twenty years back, the use of lockers were forbidden to ensure the safety of students. Not to say that such a thing truly bothered the boy, but alas, his mind enjoyed picking up on the smaller details in life.

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☎ roommates au

Wrinkling his nose in obvious distaste, chocolate crystalline met spills of golden light reigning upon sturdy features, softened in the midst of its warmth; although he was quite the fan of sunny days to their best implements, he was lazy. Finally finding himself a day off from his mediocre occupation at the local bookstore, Jongin had finally been allowed a rest between shifts, the entire day being given to his own accord– but here was this sunlight rudely awakening him from his slumber. The soft hiint of a groan escaped from behind a pair of darkened coral lips etched into a scowl, marking him as the morning person he surely could not become in any lifetime.

Fingertips grasping blindly at his sheets, he lifted a free hand to shield his eyes from the offending sunlight, his disapproval soon transitioning to a fit of disbelief; was he really going to fall to the hands of such celestial detail beyond his control? Obviously so, it seemed as he relaxed– defeated in somewhat of a lethargic search for his pillow. The one underneath his head, mind you. To say Jongin was sleepy would be understatement of the year; he was more than just sleepy, the term slipping into exhaustion when the fact of the matter was, he enjoyed his rest more than others. More often than not, he could be caught between breaks napping between bookshelves– the scent of fresh pages running familiarity into his senses. “Gnngh…” The male groaned, finally reaching a clutch to the plush cushion beneath, paying no mind to his pitiful attempt to voice the name of his roommate. “Kill the sun…” He mumbled, launching the pillow to the other who was supposedly thought to be asleep.