harubtw wants to be arrested !
25th August, 2012
it’s thursday again, numbing it’s way into view. but how much exactly does jinhwan has to go through the fifth day of the week? thousands of thursday has already passed, but jinhwan is nevertheless still occupying this duplicated days of walking the same route to school to no avail, same fucking faces he sees with every steps he took, and the deficiency of amusement that was too dim to acknowledge him whenever he tries to venture for some form of sick entertainment, whether it’d be jerking off in detention, pissing in the girl’s toilet, or buying a lingerie for jie’s birthday (and she loves it, he swears to god, completely disregarding the slap on his cheek that stung a little too much when he blurted out loud that he’d love to eat her out with that on her body, despite the fact that she had just recently fought with one of her fuckboy — and her fuckboy was also presented in the conversation — and her fuckboy totally did not just fucking punched jinhwan in the face). yeah, well, his maids had apprised him too many times that if he ain’t got nothing nice to say, then don’t say nothing at all (yeah, a fucking quote from bambi), but jinhwan’s tongue runs naturally on stupid remarks and sarcastic unneeded comments since birth. satan(because exclaiming god is mainstream), it’s almost too fucking comical with how much he loves thrills that managed to rouse his system to the climax, yet craves peace and solitude that calms his heartbeat at the same time. maybe that’s why he’s so fucking drawn to the rooftop, with it’s isolation and lack of crowd, and the atmosphere that would fit well with nell’s discography.
the blazer of his uniform never hugged his stern frame so right, with the way the edges of it flipping a tad suffering from the gusts of the breeze hitting his face as he finally reaches the final step of the stairs, footsteps reaching the dead end with his feet coming into halt, bag sluggishly hanging on his shoulder, and jinhwan’s brows raised a little, arms crossed with his eyes stared down at the familiar boy, a momentary pause before taking a seat next to him. the male snorted loudly, fingers already jabbing into his best friend’s forehead.
“don’t tell me you fucking skipped science.”
