The Office - Jeongchan

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That was seriously the best day of my life.

Not to have a disney princess cliché type of moment or anything, but Jeongin wholeheartedly believed that he has never experienced something better than what he experienced today.

It had been so good, perfect even.

Everything felt so, right. He felt like he was in the right place, like he was destined to be there and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The return to his house was calm, (Hyunjin offered him a ride and he didn't have the energy to stand there waiting for a cab to pass by. They lived close by so it wasn't a hassle to Hyunjin he hoped.) such a contrast from earlier but he realized that he liked it. He wasn't the type of person to really go overboard with having fun until the last minute of the day. He liked it more when he let go for a while and pushed aside the worries of that day for a few hours, but he needs to rest too, he gets drained, he imagined himself just sitting there with no energy left if they didn't decide to end the hangout at the time they did.

He stumbled when he left the car, his head spinning. And all he wanted to do is rip his clothes off from how warm his body felt. He thanked Hyunjin lowly, not even sure if he heard it but he was too tired to care anyways.

He stumbled again when he opened the door to his house, taking notice of a few people looking at him weird on the road, he just shrugged them off. Why are you even out on the road at this time, people??? GO BACK TO YOUR HOUSES!!!!!!

He figured his family was asleep by how all the lights except for the kitchen's light were switched off. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, the dark really helping with the headache that was just starting to worsen. He stepped into the room, toed his shoes off and locked the door after him.

Everything was going fine, even if he was a bit dizzy and an annoying heading kept thumping on his head, it wasn't anything too hard to deal with. Everyone gets headaches. Everyone gets dizzy. It's fine. It was going fine.

Until Chan started making his way into his mind. Fighting, squeezing, clashing to get into his thoughts and rest there for god knows how long.

What the fuck.

He groaned, that perfect smile flashing across his mind. It was as if his brain just said 'Oh would you look at that! Jeongin's just so perfectly content with life right now! We can't let that be!!' and proceeded to send millions, thousands, billions, of Bangchan pictures into his mind. One after another, Jeongin not having enough time to process that his head was even capable of generating this many pictures. Just how many times did he see Chan for him to have this seemingly endless spiral of Chan, Chan, just Chan in his head??

"Oh my god." He muttered, his neck just growing a bit too red to be considered normal.

"Oh my god." He repeated. Burying his fingers into his hair, squeezing and pulling slightly, as if that would make a little passage for all those thoughts to come spilling out for good.

He really wanted Chan to be the one doing that to him instead. Wait— Excuse me? What? No.

He was just trying to get rid of those thoughts. It's just like any action he does effortlessly and just so easily reminds him of Chan. Sliding his fingers through his hair. Chan. Wiping some crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Chan. Getting dressed for work. CHAN.

What was he supposed to do? Commit suicide? He couldn't do that!! He doesn't want to die! Not until he confesses to Ch—

Oh my god. This is getting bad.

"I should go change. Yeah, changing, that's cool, that's amazing. Cool people change their clothes." Jeongin said, walking to his room tiredly, hands still playing with his hair, he has given up at the thought of getting Chan out of his head and now he's just going to live with it. He won't wish that Chan was the one playing with his hair instead, he has always been weak to that. When his friends did it, it's like he was trained to be a little dumb puppy that takes what's given to him. If Chan ever does it? (Lets pretend that Jeongin 100% doesn't want Chan to be doing that to him.) He would so easily fall to his knees right then and there. Doesn't matter if he was in a crowd of people, being pushed left, front, back, right, it simply didn't matter. He would still drop down to his knees so fast, that would probably be better, knowing that his legs turn into useless jelly the second Chan just walks a bit too close next to him. Walks. Just walking. Everyone walks, has walked once in their life, right??