Abditory (l.jeonghyeon)

6; Daily life of a tired high schooler

4:32

My eyes snap open and the thought of sleep already left my body before I could savour it. The irony was the reason why I woke up. Seunghwan, that stupid piece of shit I call my best friend, switched the sound of my alarm from Chopin's Nocturnes to Gangnam Style.

I switched off the damn thing and lay back on the comfort of my mattress, my head numb by the sudden appearance of noise. The sun stayed hidden under a quilt of heavy clouds, with no intention of getting out of bed. It felt gloomier unlike the past few days of strong death rays shined down from hell. I liked the new change, it made me want to stay in bed the whole day without getting up.

But I had a twin to take care of.

I stretched up a little and sighed. The five-minute power nap called me but I held back, finally getting up to my feet and bringing my arms over my head and the satisfying crack in my spine made me sigh in relief. The apartment Taerae and I lived in wasn't very big, just the average 2-bedroom apartment you could find almost everywhere. It had a small kitchen attached to the living area and a bathroom with (fortunately) a washing machine.

I opened the fridge, the cold air made me squeeze my eyes to see properly despite having my glasses on. Eggs, scallions, milk and leftover meat from last night; that's all I needed to prep the lazy meal. I quickly tied my hair up and got down to business, the splatter of raindrops against my window and the slow tunes of Nocturne kept me company.

By the time my brother stumbled into the kitchen, scratching his head like a three years old, I was done cooking and was trying to figure out why the fuck did Heungseon Daewongun thought it'd be a good idea to behead foreigners?

"Morning," He grunted, his deep morning voice scaring me like always.

"At what time did you even sleep?" I asked as he flopped down on the chair and stared up at the ceiling. "Did you even sleep?"

"A little," he muttered, "Seunghwan didn't let me sleep properly"

"He came over?"

"No, I went over" The sound of the coffee mug clinking with the glass table made him look down, "He wanted some help"

"He's getting his car modded again?" His addiction to adding extra parts to his car really needs to stop at one point.

But Taerae shook his head, taking small sips of the coffee as he let the warmth wake him up. "Nope— god, actually he didn't add anything for a good month now that I realized it"

"He must be that broke," I chuckled. Taerae didn't.

His brows knitted together as he thought hard, the wheels in his head struggling to turn smoothly. "He can't be. He's actually helping Jeonghyeon to find a decent job and you don't think—"

"That Seunghwan would take him street racing?" I snorted as I took a mouthful of egg rice, "Taerae, the last thing Seunghwan would do is take a kid from our school to a club race. He might be stupid at times, but he's not that stupid"

Taerae hummed, "But he can be quite impulsive at some times, Taehee. And it's Jeonghyeon, he can drive pretty well"

"I keep forgetting that you two are friends," I massaged my forehead, remembering how much he troubled me yesterday when we tried to finish our homework, "But really, don't let that kid into racing. He's already in a lot of stuff, I don't think he needs to add street racing into his reasons for death"

Taerae sighed, playing with his food. "It does pay a lot"

"Don't even consider it, Taerae"

"But he needs the cash, Taehee," He tried to explain to me, "Like, his parents aren't the best people"