xvjaeil:
wanna be a punk (let me go, let me know);; featuring ( @xvyunjo. )
jaeil leans back at his desk, eyes trained intensely at the wall in front of him. he knows if he glances anywhere else, his anger is going to boil over from the carefully controlled simmer he has it maintained at and throw himself into a situation that he’s already been reprimanded for once today. it’s so incredibly juvenile to be sitting in this room. it’s enough of a wound at his ego that it keeps his sour mood from earlier today roiling. jaeil isn’t a little high schooler anymore. punishments shouldn’t be in the form of a timeout to think about what he’s done. and yet here he is, in a room where his powers are dampened, locked away with the last person he wants to see in a useless effort to force them to work through their problems together. well, maybe jaeil doesn’t want to work through his problems. maybe it’s easier to distill his complicated emotions towards an ex friend into simple annoyance, something easily digestible in his day to day life.
he supposes though, that the faculty are only responding to the juvenile nature of their feud. he won’t lie that their petty squabbles and immature pranks on each other are as reminiscent of a younger perpetrator than their actual ages relay. again, this type of behavior is easier, and jaeil knows he’s the instigator of it. he shouldn’t complain. but this level of treatment only fosters an equally immature reaction out of him. so he pouts, eyes fixed in a glare at the wall, and lets the cauldron of negativity distill into annoyance at the only other soul in the room.
“if you’re going to be an asshole at least make sure the instructors don’t see,” he spits, the first words spilled into this barren room since they were tossed in together. finally he turns, casting his molten gaze at yunjo. “shoving me into the lockers at the speed of a minor car crash is clearly going to point at you. being a dick with your powers won’t work out in your favor.”
it's certainly not out of character. han yunjo sitting (very) pretty in detention is nothing out of the ordinary. on average, maybe once or thrice every two months. things happen, misunderstandings occur, the halls has a clear speed limit that he so obviously ignores. it's not odd that he's here. though, one would suppose that it's odd now—to be here. with roh jaeil of all people. ex-friend. incredible pain in the ass for such a small body. yeah. actually, it's odd that the two hadn't gotten caught till now—given the extent of their feud.
then again, yunjo was, up until now, seldom the type to get caught. but shoving a fellow student into a locker was pretty—hilarious as it was—fucking obvious.
"no one would've known if you didn't cry like a little bitch about it and drew all the attention to yourself over a couple bruises." his eyes roll, raising his hand to lift his middle finger in response. "oh, you would know about being a dick with your powers right? mr high-and-mighty over here." he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, foot tapping an impatient rhythm.
it sucks. sitting here without his speed sucks. the crawl of time makes his skin itch, teeter on discomfort for someone who was born a speedster. it does nothing but adds onto his piss poor mood. and having jaeil around certainly didn't help. not that he ever knew specifics behind the souring of their friendship—but it would be entirely out of character for him to ask now, this far along. just imagine. him? showing/expressing that he's still hung up over a friendship from so far back? barf.
in all honesty yunjo would rather eat dirt.
"either way, don't sit here preaching like you didn't do anything wrong. no one's gonna believe that shit." he sneers. they're both equally in the wrong, that much had been obvious. "just because your power's useless on the field..."
