❝ long time — hzt & wyf
That goddamn Slytherin. Zitao honestly had no idea why or how they had remained "best friends" for such a long time. Really, if they weren't the only two sensible people stuck in this castle, then he would imagine their friendship smoothing out differently. Still, even while he genuinely loved the guy, there were moments when he wanted to murder Park Chanyeol — and not just with a simple, unforgivable curse. No, he would jab a blunt knife against the male's throat, torturously splitting a crucial vein and methodically arranging a system for him to bleed out. Well, maybe that was a bit too graphic. Still, to throw in a cliché, desperate times called for desperate measures, and this certainly classified as a desperate time. His entire wardrobe was being threatened because of Chanyeol, and Zitao was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Calmly entering the seventh year male Slytherin dorms as if he personally belonged to that house, he found the very familiar section of the room that belonged to his friend. Here, Zitao had to leave Ravenclaw tower looking like an utter mess all to retrieve the shirt Chanyeol had somehow adopted. Now, his upper body was clothed in something that was two or three shades too dark to compliment his other apparel, and he felt hideous. Everything would be less difficult if he could always wear his uniform, but that was like fashion suicide. He wore that dumb thing every day of the week, and there was no way in hell he planned to carry out the outfit to the weekend. So, grumbling to himself as he tore apart Chanyeol's trunk of clothing, his frustration was growing by the second. It was probably lucky those horrid roommates of his friend weren't present, because Zitao honestly couldn't stand them, and would've found this a great opportunity to chuck something their way.