svt · junctions

iv. wjh

Wen Junhui is a child.

Even more than most of his younger friends.

"Hansol." Junhui pokes at him.

The said boy was studying for his advanced chemistry class because it wasn't his strongest subject, so it wasn't a good idea to disturb him; but Junhui was bored and he only had Hansol to talk to, so he doesn't really have a choice.

"Sollie." Junhui tries again, this time with the eraser tip of the pencil in his hands, this gets Hansol to drop the pen he's holding on top of his worksheets.

Currently, they are seated in a vacated classroom in the middle of lunchtime, because the cafeteria gets really stuffy with the number of people there, and they mutually agree that lounging in an empty classroom beats squeezing in there any day; since it's quieter, and it isn't prohibited, unlike climbing the roof deck. They aren't allowed to make too much noise though, or the latter perk would turn to dust.

With that in mind, Hansol suppresses the urge to scream at his hyung as he slowly turns towards him.

"What?" Hansol says through gritted teeth.

"I'm bored," Junhui says, spinning the pencil between his pointer and middle finger, "let's do something."

"Yeah, sure," Hansol says, "how about you tutor me on these topics? Since you've already encountered them."

"Oh, please," Junhui stops spinning the pencil to examine its tip, "that was like, two years ago. I'm bound to forget about that."

Hansol offers a small scowl as Junhui continues to talk.

"Besides," Junhui finally looks at Hansol, "we both know you're better than me at that, even with my experience." And he draws air quotations with his fingers.

Hansol purses his lips and says, "Well, let me study, then."

Junhui pouts and pulls at the younger's sleeve, which almost makes Hansol write a straight line across the paper and think about possible murder charges.

"Oh, come on, Hansol!" Junhui just keeps on tugging at him, back and forth, it's making Hansol dizzy, "you don't need to do that anymore! You're smart as it is!"

"Hyung." Hansol says through gritted teeth again, gosh, all this teeth gritting has got to be bad for his dental health, "please stooooop."

Junhui doesn't stop. He even starts whining, and God, he's making so much noise, it's bound to get the both of them in trouble.

"Okay, okay, hyung, shh, hyung," Hansol begs when Junhui still doesn't stop shaking him

"Hyung, please!" Hansol whisper-yells which effectively gets Junhui to stop, but he still got his puppy eyes directed at Hansol and Hansol suppresses the urge to sigh.

"Okay, what do you want to do?" Hansol asks, and it's almost comical, how quickly Junhui changes his expression from pitiful to mischievous.

Hansol is scared, he shouldn't have agreed to this.

"Well..." Junhui taps his chin as if he's deep in thought, as if he even needs to think about what he wants to do, Hansol already knows, "I actually want to watch the dance team practice again."

"Hell no." Hansol was quick to reject, the last time they had done this, they were seen by the instructor and ran through the entire hallway out of embarrassment.

"Please, Sollie..." Junhui was clutching at his arm again, like an over-attached cat.

"No. Hyung," Hansol tries to push him away by the face, "I'm not doing that again!"