My enemy [ze:a ff]
MY ENEMY
ZE:A ff, AU
Siwan/Kwanghee, hints at Siwan, Kwanghee/Junyoung, Kevin/Hyungsik (later)
PG-13, 1093 words (for this part)
MY ENEMY
There was a slim chance Im Siwan was going to survive the history lesson today.
It was either to tune Kwanghee's chatter out and be bored to death or actually listen to Kwanghee's annoying stream of incessant talking and let his ears bleed after a while.
After a short fight with himself, he chose the second option. At least he was going to die entertained.
He focused a bit and Kwanghee’s high-pitched voice started to form words and sentences. Siwan was so used to it at this point he could turn it off anytime. Useful skill considering the fact that Kwanghee could break glass with his voice if he wanted to.
They sat in the last row anyway, blocked from teacher’s view completely by two rather large girls in front of them.
Kwanghee asked something, but Siwan didn’t quite catch it, so he repeated:
- Why is it 'hurry up' and 'slow down'?
- Huh?
Kwanghee sighed and tried to explain in detail, but saw in Siwan’s face that he failed miserably, so he just continued his weird chain of thoughts.
- I mean, they can't imply the direction, can they? That would be silly. Then everyone would fly up and crack their heads on the ceiling each time they were told to hurry up!
- What are you on, Hwang Kwanghee…
- And when they slow down, would they sink into the dirt and get stuck? Or just drill a hole in the ground? But that wouldn't work, because there would be holes all over the floor, then.
Siwan finally stopped doodling random swirls and circles in his notebook and looked at his friend incredulously.
- You’re nuts, you know that?
- Yeah, yeah, I know. But then, to get around, people would have to hurry UP to get out of holes, but then to come down, they'd have to just drill another hole, so they'd have to hurry up again, move forward, then slow down, then hurry up…
He tried to process the whole thing, but decided against it when he realized it makes completely no sense whatsoever.
- You’re doing this on purpose, right? Making my head hurt this early in the morning?
- Mister Im, do you have anything to add? - The teacher picked this perfect moment to interrupt his lecture and notice that two of his students were occupied by something else.
- No, teacher. I’m sorry - Siwan said and sent a look that could kill in general direction of Kwanghee, who just laughed soundlessly.
They were kind of lucky the bell rang and the classroom turned into a chaos of chairs moving, students screaming, laughing and being noisy.
- So, what are we going to do after classes today? - Kwanghee asked brightly when they were heading towards school’s cafeteria.
- We are going to do nothing. I have stuff to do, so get lost, will you.
Kwanghee didn’t look the least bit offended by that reply. Instead, he put his arm around Siwan’s shoulder.
- Can I go with you.
Siwan must have had gone deaf, but there was no question mark at the end of Kwanghee’s supposed-to-be question. He shrugged his arm off.
- No.
- But I insist.
Siwan huffed in annoyance, but said nothing. There was no point in arguing with Kwanghee, since he always had to have the last word.
The cafeteria looked just like the rest of the school - dimly lit, gray, sad. The food was awful and they had to either run for the tables or sit directly on the floor, because most of the furniture got destroyed during some of the student fights that often broke down there.
Their high school had the opinion of the worst school in Busan. Joohak High School. The school where the teenage gangs ruled. No sane parents would let their children attend that school, so the students that actually went there were either outcasts, degenerates or delinquents.
Siwan considered himself an outcast, but he also had a plan to change it.
Siwan pretended to listen to Kwanghee, whose mouth was simply unable to shut, and eyed the room.
Chulsoo group closer to the windows on his far right. Junyoung’s group a few meters from where he and Kwanghee sat.
As a Joohak High’s student you had to be on somebody’s side. There weren’t many options left for those who wanted to stay away from trouble. Trouble would find them anyway if they wanted to be neutral, so it was better to just pick who your allies were.
Siwan had decided. It took him some time since he transferred here from another school, but he was quite sure he knew what his choice was.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt something being pressed to his lips. It took all his will not to jump in surprise or shriek like a little girl.
Of course it was Kwanghee and his indecent way to remind him that he’s still here. The thing he tried to put in Siwan’s mouth was a piece of kimbap from his own lunchbox.
- My younger sister made it for me - he explained with a crescent-eyed smile.
Siwan rolled his eyes, but accepted the food Kwanghee gave him. It was incomparably better than the cafeteria’s disgusting sandwiches anyway. They probably made them out of old socks.
Enjoying the few minutes of silence, Siwan nommed on the food and almost choked when Kwanghee warned him in a quiet voice:
- I know what you’re thinking about, Siwan. Don’t get involved with them.
When he stopped coughing and only streams of tears marking his cheeks remained, he wanted to tell Kwanghee to fuck off, to stay away and mind his own business, but then…
…but then their eyes met and Siwan had never seen Kwanghee more serious than now.
So he just kept it to himself.
After excruciating two hours of math, they were free to go. Kwanghee was more than eager to follow Siwan, but apparently something held him back and Siwan managed to sneak out unnoticed.
* ~~ *
He stood there, leaning his back on the school’s stained wall, looking as if nothing mattered to him. Siwan was sort of mesmerized by his posture, the way he lit his cigarette and dragged it, releasing thin smudge of smoke.
Jung Heechul.
There was something disturbing about the way he smiled when he saw Siwan approaching him, but Siwan dismissed it as a symptom of his paranoia.
- Follow me - he simply said and Siwan had to obey.
tbc~~
ZE:A ff, AU
Siwan/Kwanghee, hints at Siwan, Kwanghee/Junyoung, Kevin/Hyungsik (later)
PG-13, 1093 words (for this part)
MY ENEMY
There was a slim chance Im Siwan was going to survive the history lesson today.
It was either to tune Kwanghee's chatter out and be bored to death or actually listen to Kwanghee's annoying stream of incessant talking and let his ears bleed after a while.
After a short fight with himself, he chose the second option. At least he was going to die entertained.
He focused a bit and Kwanghee’s high-pitched voice started to form words and sentences. Siwan was so used to it at this point he could turn it off anytime. Useful skill considering the fact that Kwanghee could break glass with his voice if he wanted to.
They sat in the last row anyway, blocked from teacher’s view completely by two rather large girls in front of them.
Kwanghee asked something, but Siwan didn’t quite catch it, so he repeated:
- Why is it 'hurry up' and 'slow down'?
- Huh?
Kwanghee sighed and tried to explain in detail, but saw in Siwan’s face that he failed miserably, so he just continued his weird chain of thoughts.
- I mean, they can't imply the direction, can they? That would be silly. Then everyone would fly up and crack their heads on the ceiling each time they were told to hurry up!
- What are you on, Hwang Kwanghee…
- And when they slow down, would they sink into the dirt and get stuck? Or just drill a hole in the ground? But that wouldn't work, because there would be holes all over the floor, then.
Siwan finally stopped doodling random swirls and circles in his notebook and looked at his friend incredulously.
- You’re nuts, you know that?
- Yeah, yeah, I know. But then, to get around, people would have to hurry UP to get out of holes, but then to come down, they'd have to just drill another hole, so they'd have to hurry up again, move forward, then slow down, then hurry up…
He tried to process the whole thing, but decided against it when he realized it makes completely no sense whatsoever.
- You’re doing this on purpose, right? Making my head hurt this early in the morning?
- Mister Im, do you have anything to add? - The teacher picked this perfect moment to interrupt his lecture and notice that two of his students were occupied by something else.
- No, teacher. I’m sorry - Siwan said and sent a look that could kill in general direction of Kwanghee, who just laughed soundlessly.
They were kind of lucky the bell rang and the classroom turned into a chaos of chairs moving, students screaming, laughing and being noisy.
- So, what are we going to do after classes today? - Kwanghee asked brightly when they were heading towards school’s cafeteria.
- We are going to do nothing. I have stuff to do, so get lost, will you.
Kwanghee didn’t look the least bit offended by that reply. Instead, he put his arm around Siwan’s shoulder.
- Can I go with you.
Siwan must have had gone deaf, but there was no question mark at the end of Kwanghee’s supposed-to-be question. He shrugged his arm off.
- No.
- But I insist.
Siwan huffed in annoyance, but said nothing. There was no point in arguing with Kwanghee, since he always had to have the last word.
The cafeteria looked just like the rest of the school - dimly lit, gray, sad. The food was awful and they had to either run for the tables or sit directly on the floor, because most of the furniture got destroyed during some of the student fights that often broke down there.
Their high school had the opinion of the worst school in Busan. Joohak High School. The school where the teenage gangs ruled. No sane parents would let their children attend that school, so the students that actually went there were either outcasts, degenerates or delinquents.
Siwan considered himself an outcast, but he also had a plan to change it.
Siwan pretended to listen to Kwanghee, whose mouth was simply unable to shut, and eyed the room.
Chulsoo group closer to the windows on his far right. Junyoung’s group a few meters from where he and Kwanghee sat.
As a Joohak High’s student you had to be on somebody’s side. There weren’t many options left for those who wanted to stay away from trouble. Trouble would find them anyway if they wanted to be neutral, so it was better to just pick who your allies were.
Siwan had decided. It took him some time since he transferred here from another school, but he was quite sure he knew what his choice was.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt something being pressed to his lips. It took all his will not to jump in surprise or shriek like a little girl.
Of course it was Kwanghee and his indecent way to remind him that he’s still here. The thing he tried to put in Siwan’s mouth was a piece of kimbap from his own lunchbox.
- My younger sister made it for me - he explained with a crescent-eyed smile.
Siwan rolled his eyes, but accepted the food Kwanghee gave him. It was incomparably better than the cafeteria’s disgusting sandwiches anyway. They probably made them out of old socks.
Enjoying the few minutes of silence, Siwan nommed on the food and almost choked when Kwanghee warned him in a quiet voice:
- I know what you’re thinking about, Siwan. Don’t get involved with them.
When he stopped coughing and only streams of tears marking his cheeks remained, he wanted to tell Kwanghee to fuck off, to stay away and mind his own business, but then…
…but then their eyes met and Siwan had never seen Kwanghee more serious than now.
So he just kept it to himself.
After excruciating two hours of math, they were free to go. Kwanghee was more than eager to follow Siwan, but apparently something held him back and Siwan managed to sneak out unnoticed.
* ~~ *
He stood there, leaning his back on the school’s stained wall, looking as if nothing mattered to him. Siwan was sort of mesmerized by his posture, the way he lit his cigarette and dragged it, releasing thin smudge of smoke.
Jung Heechul.
There was something disturbing about the way he smiled when he saw Siwan approaching him, but Siwan dismissed it as a symptom of his paranoia.
- Follow me - he simply said and Siwan had to obey.
tbc~~