abberation | jicheol

three

three

"Jihoonie!" Jihoon heard Seungcheol's voice call down the hallway as he exited his class. The smaller boy groaned slightly and turned his head to groggily look for the Griffyndor. He'd worked late that night and woken up far too early to study for an Arithmancy exam he had in the morning. As much as he loved school, Arithmancy wasn't his favourite subject and so, refusing to fail any exam he was given, he found studying for it took much longer than any of his other subjects.  So, right now, Seungcheol was a strict contrast to Jihoon, as he excitedly made his way through the busy hallway to meet Jihoon, looking cheerful as ever. As he approached the Ravenclaw and began to walk with him, however, his smile faded into a frown.

"Why do you look so tired today?" Jihoon groaned at the comment, "Do I really look that bad?"
"Well, you look perputally angry anyways, but today you look like you could actually kill a man." Seungcheol said, laughing slightly. Jihoon reached out to shove Seungcheol, but his arm grew limp and it was more of a brush than anything. "Wow, you don't even have the energy to punch me right now; something is definitely wrong."
"Shut up and stop mocking me, idiot." Jihoon whined, making Seungcheol giggle slightly. "So, what happened?" The pink haired boy sighed, rubbing his eyes to try and keep himself awake.
"I had this stupid exam first period and I didn't want to fail so I stayed up past midnight studying-"
"Woah that's-"
"-and I woke up at 5am to re read my notes." At this, Seungcheol stopped walking abruptly. Jihoon turned to the taller boy, frowning up at him when he was met with a shocked look. "What?" he inquired, slightly worried about Seungcheol's startled reaction. "How much sleep did you get?" Seungcheol asked. The smaller boy quirked an eyebrow at the question. "Sorry?" he replied. What kind of question is that?, he thought, why does he want to know? But Seungcheol simply repeated himself, "I said, how much sleep did you get?"
Jihoon thought on this for a moment. "Around 4 hours, maybe a bit more. I was worried so it took me a while to fall to sleep." Seungcheol's draw dropped, almost in disbelief.  "Jesus Christ, Jihoonie," he commented ", you can't do that."

Jihoon could feel his temper rising at this. Jihoon was stubborn, he would be the first to admit this. He couldn't stand any of this kind of stuff; people telling him what to do, telling him he was wrong, any disagreements in general weren't his cup of tea. He much preferred to do his own thing, work at whatever pace he wanted, reason everything the way he wanted, instead of having someone else tell him how he should do things. It just worked better for him like that. Or, at least, that's what he told himself. He told himself he didn't need anyone else's input, that he would do perfectly fine with out it. The Ravenclaw never even considered that it might benefit him. In his mind, it didn't make sense that it would.

So, who was this kid to tell him what he could and couldn't do? Was all that went through his mind in this moment. What does he know? Why would he care? "I'm sorry, what exactly can't I do?" Jihoon replied, defensively. Seungcheol sensed the tension rising and took a step closer to the smaller boy, softening his facial expression slightly. "Jihoonie, all I meant was you really shouldn't miss out on that much sleep. You'll wear yourself out and, well, you're kind of the only reason I'm not failing potions right now, so if you did it'd be a real shame."

Jihoon just felt himself get even angrier.

Was that all Jihoon was? Just a tutor. If he burnt out, Seungcheol would start failing again, and that was all this kid cared about. Didn't matter if he were dead or alive, just as long as he didn't fail his class. He looked up at the taller boy, who wore a half smile. Some unknown anger flowed through him as he thought over his words and looked back at his smiling face. The idea that he was nothing but a form of teacher for Seungcheol made him feel weak, stupid. It bothered him far more than he'd ever care to admit, so he put up a front.  "Oh, so that's it is it? If I burnout you suffer too, so you've decided to take it upon yourself to make sure I stay..useable. Am I right? Ha. Classy, Seungcheol." He spat back.