seventeen oneshots

grape soda; cigarettes (soonhoon)

LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11800566

Summary:

"it's as bad as the cigarettes you smoke"
"it'll give you diabetes!"

Jihoon rolled his eyes but took the lollipop anyways.

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Jihoon first started smoking in 9th grade, and he absolutely hated it.
He spluttered and choked which earned and a laugh from Cheol.
Jihoon rolled his eyes and threw the cigarette away.

The second time he did was in 12th grade, he lost Seungcheol to a dealer he fell for and found a pack of cigarettes in Junhui's car. He smoke 2 but still kinda hated it.

He smoked his third when Seungcheol ran away from home.

He bought his first pack on the start of college after the police found Seungcheol in an abandoned car with bruises and a pair of dead lungs.
The dealer ran.
Jihoon smoked the whole pack that day.

Ever since Lee Jihoon decided then that he liked smoking a lot.

•

Jihoon never answered questions about Seungcheol,
never about the drugs, only about the times they spend biking around town and ditching class by sitting on the school roof.
He remembered him as a brother, the one who was always there even after.
Never about the dealer he met on the bus, only about the time they watched horror movies and freaked out and staying up late talking about what they wanted to be.
Seungcheol wanted to rap.
And Jihoon wanted him to live.

It's been 2 years since Seungcheol died.
He breathed out the smoke, it blurred his eyes.
He never felt so alive.

A year after Cheol's funeral, he realized that he was going nowhere, just moping and smoking around.
He was gonna live life the way Seuncheol wanted him to.
He left town and changed major,
Still smoked, stopped moping.

•

Jihoon never looked twice on anyone, boy or girl.
"Relationships are complicated" he replied simply, lighting his cigarette.
"How about hookups" Minghao asked.
Jihoon shrugged, putting the tip of the cigarette between his lips chapped lips.
"not interested"
Mingyu went up to them, Minhao smiled and ran up to him leaving Jihoon.
He watched and the brown haired boy tiptoed to kiss the boy,
The watched as Mingyu pulled Minghao into his arms.
He watched them both smile, toothy and giggly.
Jihoon sighed.
He realized he never got over moping.
He felt a tiny longing to have someone, a very tiny one.

•

He first saw the black haired boy at the school festival, he was moving to the beat.
Easefully jumping, twirling,
Jihoon felt himself drool.

The boy (Soonyoung he learned after asking Mingyu) took of his flannel and tied it around his hip then continued to dance with a bright smile plastered on his face.
Jihoon choked on his straw,
He was shinning like a child yet his arms were buff and and sweaty.
Jihoon walked out of the crowd not wanting his friends to see him so weak in the knees.

Soonyoung,
He was something, he was therethe very next day.
Jihoon leaned on the grey pole behind him, out of the places Soonyoung had to go it was his smoking place.
The taller held a purple lollipop in between his fingers, eyes on the the laptop screen in front of him.
Jihoon brought the cig to his lips as he admired the boy,
He looked away and exhaled, throwing his cigarette down leaving Soonyoung.

Little did he know when he looked away, Soonyoung looked right at him.

•

The shorter saw Soonyoung everyday at his spot,
It was both frustrating (he couldn't stop staring at the boy and his smile and oh damn his thighs) and comforting (not being alone behind of school anymore) at the same time.