Breezetail

 "bum," jonghyun whispers at precisely 3:26 am. he gets no response, so he speaks a little louder. "bum. bum. kibum." he waits a few moments but still hears nothing but the whirring box fan on the floor next to the mattress and the distant sound of cars and trucks on the freeway a few blocks away coming through the open window. "kibum," jonghyun repeats, this time shoving the other boy. kibum rolls over to face him then and cracks open one eye. "it's ass o' clock in the morning, jonghyun, what the fuck do you want?" "you're hogging the fan." "i'm hogging the fan. you woke me up at 4 in the morning to tell me that you think i'm hog

 "i have to go now...i'm sorry, i just don't think i can stay here any longer." the phone clicks and jonghyun realizes that kibum just hung up on him without any more explanation. jonghyun also has a burning suspicion he knows exactly what kibum means. he stands up, stuffing his cell phone in his pocket and leaving the house before he has a chance to think any harder about it. he pulls his bicycle out of the dusty quarters of his garage and sets off to investigate. jonghyun's heart is pounding in his chest and he thinks this might be the fastest he's ever rode his bike. he just hopes he'll make it in time. when he finally reaches ki

 “Jonghyun,” Kibum hisses through his teeth as the teacher gives his lecture. “Stop.” “Stop what?” the older boy asks innocently from the desk behind him, as if he doesn't know exactly what he's doing. For over fifteen minutes now (the entire duration of the class so far, Kibum notes), Jonghyun has had his feet planted on the back of Kibum's desk and has been jiggling his feet incessantly, causing Kibum's entire desk to shake. Jonghyun knows how much this annoys Kibum because they just went over this yesterday, but he has obviously forgotten his lesson as he is right back to his annoying habit. &ldq

 Jinki is sitting on the floor holding a peach in one hand and a plastic knife in the other when Jonghyun walks in. The younger had not taken any care at all in being quiet, so it's a wonder to him when Jinki says nothing to acknowledge him. He doesn't even look up from his peach. In fact, Jinki is so absorbed in his peach that Jonghyun wonders if it's inappropriate to interrupt. “Hyung?” Jonghyun asks after a moment of hesitation. “Oh, Jonghyun!” Jinki exclaims, finally noticing Jonghyun's presence. He flips his hair out of his eyes and carefully sets the knife and the peach on the floor. “Is there somet