the times together | verkwan/boonon

Chapter 1

"Oh you're so pretty, you're so soft... if you still have those memories, that seemed so fragile..."

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The sun nearly blinded Hansol as he slowly blinked his eyes open. "Who opened the window this time..." he said to himself.

Yesterday Hansol started rooming with Seungkwan. This was his first night sleeping in the same room with him.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"What the hell? Where the fuck is the goddamn alarm clock?"

Usually the tiny electronic clock would be sitting right by his bunk, but it wasn't there today. The strong beeping was going through him like knives. Attempting to ignore the sound, he plopped his head underneath his pillow, covering the sides of it on his ears. Hansol let out a long groan, but what cut him off was someone singing at the top of their lungs. He got up slowly, and following the mysterious sound as he dragged his feet. Hansol took a step in the kitchen finding Seungkwan shaking his hips to one of his favorite Girls Generation songs, "Lion Heart". He was attempting to flip pancakes, even though the only thing he could actually cook is instant ramen. He would always read Hansol the cookbook (aka, random shit he put in his noodles and jotted them down in an owl notepad he had since he was seven), "Useful Tips and Tricks to Making Your Instant-Ramen Taste Extra Tasty!" He's been writing random ingredients down on that owl notepad for years. Cabbage, leeks, gochujang (hot pepper paste), seasoned seaweed, pickled egg slices, brown sugar, and even Hansol's-LEAST-favorite-of-all-time-food, dried anchovies. Hansol hated normal anchovies, but dried anchovies were the absolute WORST.

Seungkwan did his famous triple ballerina spin while attempting to flip the pancake, but clumsily slipped and fell into Hansol. The pan went flying across the room, and as he slipped over, the pancake carefully floated right on his head.

"Haha Vernie!~ I was just about to wake you up! Good Morning!~" Seungkwan cried, cheerful and silly as always.gr

"Where's my alarm clock, Seungkwan. It's gone and it's still beeping. I'm exhausted and I NEED to go back to bed right away."

"In the fridge!" Seungkwan bursted out laughing and it almost brought him to tears.

Hansol rolled his eyes and opened the fridge to find the wireless electric alarm clock to be right between the ketchup and mustard.

"What time is it..?" Hansol asked as he rubbed his eyes. He could barely see anything because he was so exhausted.

"Exactly 7:43. We have to get down to the practice room in an hour. You're very grumpy so go get changed while I fix breakfast for the two of us."

Hansol let off a tiny grin then headed off to get changed and ready in the bathroom. He wanted to choose something fresh and stylish to practice in. Whenever he wears his favorite kinds of clothes, Hansol feels extra determined and ready to go on with the day. He chose his grey and black Nike Airs, a droopy plain white tanktop, enough to show off his collar bones, and ripped black jeans. He lastly put on a snapback backwards, then poked his long hair through the hole. Hansol washed his face twice to get himself woken up, and then spritzed on two sprays of his favorite cologne. He opened the door to Seungkwan carefully pouring two glasses of orange juice.

"Orange juice! Has vitamin C! Orange juice! Can improve blood circulation! Orange juice! Can improve your cholesterol!~"

Hansol started laughing at Seungkwan's silly behavior, then took a seat. He paused to look at the impressive breakfast Seungkwan prepared for just the two of them. Blueberry pancakes with butter and syrup (on the side of course), toast with jam, also following along with perfect sunny-side up eggs.