jihoon hated a lot of things, ranging from the color yellow to more important things like politicians. to say he was a pretty cynical person was putting it lightly, because quite frankly jihoon was more negative than nancy herself. name anything and jihoon would probably hate it. grapes? they were too round and jihoon nearly choked on one once at age 4. dogs? they were too loud and required too much attention. people? no, just no.
the thing jihoon hated most of all though was the fact that his parents refused to pay for his existence as soon as he reached his teenage years. their excuse was that jihoon needed to learn what true responsibility meant now that he was getting older, which would have been a fine explanation had it not been for the couple vacations his parents started taking more frequently coincidentally right after they announced that. it was a load of bullshit; they knew it and so did jihoon.
which was why when jihoon asked his parents to buy him new music equipment, he was not surprised at all to hear them pull the classic 'get a job and buy it yourself' line. of course, because jihoon was just keen on spending his summer wasting away at some job that exploited its child workers. he was barely even seventeen! where the hell was he supposed to work?
"you do realize that you're going to have to get a job eventually, so it might as well be now." jihoon set his phone down beside him to make sure that seungcheol definitely saw the death stare he was giving the older male.
"and you do realize that I really don't care at all for your input, nor did I ask for it so if you could kindly shut your trap seungcheol I would greatly appreciate it." jihoon exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples to calm himself down. his therapist did tell him that the best way to deal with tomfoolery like the shit seungcheol was pulling was to take deep breaths, though it wasn't helping. jihoon still seemed to be annoyed by seungcheol's existence, or well by everyone's existences.
just everyone around him seemed to be enhancing the headache he went to bed and woke up with. jihoon was surprised he even managed to get the little sleep he did get last night. the loud classroom, half-filled with his fellow classmates who were bustling with those last week of school jitters was overwhelming. honestly it was nice to see that jeonghan, who sat right at the desk behind his and seungcheol's with his head down, was also feeling overwhelmed as well by all the student activity.
"aren't you going to say anything in my honor?" seungcheol frowned, turning behind him to nudge jeonghan from where he rested his head down on his desk. the brunette groaned softly and lifted his head.
"cheol that was about the nicest jihoon gets with his insults, take the win and leave it at that." jeonghan closed his eyes. not only jeonghan was not big on mornings, but he was also not fond of bright lights or loud noises. whereas it was just a personal preference for jihoon, jeonghan often got earth shattering migraines that were sometimes triggered by both bright lights and intense noises. "besides I don't like to deal with bullshit until I've had my coffee, where the fuck have you been?" jeonghan let out a breath of relief once seungkwan entered the classroom with his cold brew in hand.
"there were mad bitches at starbucks, and of course bambam just had to be at the front of the line with his long ass order. I feel really bad for that new worker they hired, the poor guy had to deal with bambam." seungkwan took a long sip from his americano, shuddering at the taste of the cold coffee hitting his tongue. it was to be expected from the new guy who couldn't tell the cash register from the coffee machine. literally, seungkwan had to walk the poor kid through making his order; starbucks should be paying him at this point.
seungkwan set down his coffee, not really keen on having to finish the rest of it, to face his friends. the blonde sophomore looked seriously at the group, "who even orders a triple ristretto affogato venti with 7 bananas and 5 shots of expresso?! that worker looked like he wanted to cry when bambam made him redo the order."
