Meridian ◈ Seungjin

2 ◈ Little Sheep

"Classes start tomorrow. What's your schedule like?"

Jeongin reached across the old wooden library table as Hyunjin handed him the mentioned slip of paper, fingers plucking it from his friend's grip with a dramatic flare and a throat clear. He slammed it on the surface, Hyunjin watching his every move with a tired eye as Jeongin scanned those repetitive words and numbers. They all spelled out the same things, said the same future, told the same poems as the schedule before. Minimal changes. None of which played any importance, none of which had any matter.

As Jeongin plucked the slip back off the surface and waved it, he learned that fact with a disappointed groan, "Again?"

A student nearby hushed him, a small squeak emitting from the younger's lips as he said a light apology to them. Those sitting around watched their antics, silent glares and muttered curses tossed at anyone who dared to be rowdy in the overbearingly silent library, the only noises being the scratches of pencils against paper. The tapping of pens against the hardwood. The thinking and concentrated focus of the few who were studying and completing the rest of prerequisite assignments, stacked carefully and neatly around those tables lining the center. The students around them could have moved away, many of the tables laid unoccupied, and the library wasn't exactly small, yet they didn't.

The students simply glared at them, and went back to their work.

"I like dance. I wanted it to be my focus," Hyunjin told plainly as he took the paper back, folded it, and shoved it into one of his many back pockets. He made a mental note not to forget it being tucked away and to remove it before he stashed the casual clothes under his bunk for the remainder of the semester. With a slight dread, his thoughts naturally drifted to the uniform also waiting in the dorms for him. And with the uniforms, the threat of classes. Mentally, he groaned, It's our last free day, I don't really want to think about that right now.

He cleared his throat, a light dryness to it scratching his throat. A heaviness weighted on his tongue.

"I hoping we'd get to have a few classes together this year. But only history?" Jeongin grumbled again, palms slamming ungracefully into his forehead. With each hit, it looked increasingly heavy, painful. Less as if it need to jog a thought, a distant memory, locked with a hidden key slipped into the daintiest of glass casts, and more as if he were trying to punish himself for not being able to remember that distant memory.

His displeasured grunts and groans continued as the forehead bumping came to a stop. Jeongin's hands rubbed viciously at his face, nails pulling at his skin to mimic an undead monster of hideous proportions as he let out one final gripe of disapproval. His hands placed gently on the table as he asked, "We're not even in the same dorm anymore. Who are you with?"

"Chan, then a kid from our year I don't know."

"My luck is so bad. I'm with no one I know. At least we have history."

"And you have a free period after.'

"I know. I don't know what to do with it. Maybe I'll go spend some time in the office?"

The students next to them again tried to hush the two. Hyunjin bowed his head in reparation, an apology that copied his friend's slipping quietly from his chest. They turned back to their work, pencils again scratching at the homework sheets for one advanced class or another. With the way their eyebrows knitted together, Hyunjin had the slightest suspicion he would die trying to attempt their work.

As they went back to their assignment, Hyunjin turned back to Jeongin, "What are you focusing this year?"

"Fashion design, there wasn't any openings in the other focuses. I really wanted to do a photography focus, or a theater focus with Chan," He answered, another easy grunt of irritation at the schedules following his somewhat excited words. Gently, as if he remembered his original purpose in this world, managed to uncover it from the layers and layers of dredging filth that came as in the form of them having separate schedules, Jeongin wiggled his eyebrows as he stated with a certain pride that spoke volumes of passions among a few other weaved detials, "But I do get to dress the theater and dance kids for their performances this year, so that's exciting."