Jihoon entered his cell after spending a week in the hole.

He now had a toilet. He had a bed. But worst of all, he also had a roommate. A tall boy sitting on the top bunk with his legs hanging off the side.

“Hi.” The boy said, stretching his hand. “I’m Seungcheol.”

Jihoon looked at the hand, ignored it and slipped unto his unlaid bed. He heard movement above his head and seconds after the dangling feet disappeared, a head took its place.

“Do you have mandatory anger-management?” the boy asked.

“Leave me alone.”

“We’re roommates. We need to get friendly.”

“No, we don’t.”

“How old are you? I might be your hyung.” Jihoon turned away as he lay on his pillow. “Maybe if you-”

“I swear to God, I will come up there and kill you.”

Seungcheol went quiet, blinking down at Jihoon for an odd number of seconds till Jihoon decided he wasn’t worth his attention anymore.

“I’m trying to get you to-”

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