n i h i l i s m
my jinji don't you cry
All that time, Shin had most certainly not been asleep. He buried his head into his sweatshirt and shoved his face into his knees.
POUND POUND POUND.
His headache was overwhelming, as the sounds of the practice room elevated. He groaned softly and squeezed his eyes shut tight. He did not want to know what was going on outside the folds of his baggy gray fabric, he did not want to see a bunch of amateur stretching that could make a normal person uncomfortable, and he most certainly did not wan-
THWACK!
A large Unidentified Object plummeted on to his back. He was shocked out of his hungover daze and ready to straight up slaughter whoever had done th-
”I’m so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry! I’m so sorry-”
Slowly, he uncurled himself from his position and pulled the hood off of his head. His hair fell out in a mess, frizzy from being covered by a hood. This slow unfurling of the hungover Shin flower likely would've looked menacing to anyone watching, but frankly he was just too cramped up and tired to move quickly.
"I get it kid. Just shut up for a second." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. And in yet another action that looked somewhat shady, he pulled the bottle of ibuprofen from his sweater pouch and dry swallowed yet another.
"Third one of the morning, I'm on a roll." He muttered. Finally he turned his dark circled gaze to the rookie again, placing his foot on top of his head in an attempt to push him away. This is what we get for rookies? What a shitty day this is going to be, but at least this one isn't mine ... I think.
"Now unless you're a fan, which I honestly doubt you are, my music's too cultured for you teenagers, beat it." Not that I actually want you around if you really are a fan.
POUND POUND POUND.
His headache was overwhelming, as the sounds of the practice room elevated. He groaned softly and squeezed his eyes shut tight. He did not want to know what was going on outside the folds of his baggy gray fabric, he did not want to see a bunch of amateur stretching that could make a normal person uncomfortable, and he most certainly did not wan-
THWACK!
A large Unidentified Object plummeted on to his back. He was shocked out of his hungover daze and ready to straight up slaughter whoever had done th-
”I’m so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry! I’m so sorry-”
Slowly, he uncurled himself from his position and pulled the hood off of his head. His hair fell out in a mess, frizzy from being covered by a hood. This slow unfurling of the hungover Shin flower likely would've looked menacing to anyone watching, but frankly he was just too cramped up and tired to move quickly.
"I get it kid. Just shut up for a second." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. And in yet another action that looked somewhat shady, he pulled the bottle of ibuprofen from his sweater pouch and dry swallowed yet another.
"Third one of the morning, I'm on a roll." He muttered. Finally he turned his dark circled gaze to the rookie again, placing his foot on top of his head in an attempt to push him away. This is what we get for rookies? What a shitty day this is going to be, but at least this one isn't mine ... I think.
"Now unless you're a fan, which I honestly doubt you are, my music's too cultured for you teenagers, beat it." Not that I actually want you around if you really are a fan.
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