urge // jeongchan | ✓

five

after the hair incident, jeongin didn't see chan for a week. he thought that he had made chan feel weird. maybe chan thought he was a fag, too.

that was, until, his phone buzzed. he unlocked his screen quickly, knowing it was jisung because he has no other friends. he needed to rant to him. he was wrong, though. it wasn't jisung. it wasn't his parents, either. it was an unknown number.

-

unknown
hi jeonginnie
it's chan
💓💛💜🖤💕💖💓
💝💛💞💗💜💖💓
💝💜💝💛🖤💕💓
💝💜💗💜💝💓🖤
💓💕💜💝💜💗💗
💜💖💓💖💓💝💜

really????

unknown
yes!!
i got ur number
from jisung
i wanted to tell
you that i got sick
i'm not ignoring you,
i promise !!!

really really??

unknown
yes!!!!!
i promise
it's me
hyungie ??

hehe ok

[you have changed unknown's name to chan hyungie]

anyway
how are you?
do you have a fever
or a tummy ache
i hate tummy aches :(

chan hyungie
nope!
just a fever
it's gone down a
little, though. it's okay
now :)
im just a little lonely hehe
i live alone

aw
that sucks :(
my parents are out
i couldn't IMAGINE
having no one to snuggle
that's gotta be horrible
id come see you but i
dont want you to feel
uncomfortable
also i'm not dressed..

chan hyungie
that's fine!!
just know u could
never make me feel
uncomfortable hehe
and why aren't you
dressed?

no reason
i just change into
comfy clothes
when im home uwu

chan hyungie
ok :)
im gonna nap now
i'll see you and jisung
at school on monday,
okay?

yes please !!!
please play with
my hair again too
i liked that uwuwuwu
seen

-

jeongin closed his phone and sighed to himself. he looked around his room and stood up, brushing off his black skirt. his legs were bare and practically hairless, something he considered himself lucky for.

he sighed knowing that his parents would be home soon, slipping off the skirt and putting on some sweatpants.
he changed out of his plain white t-shirt and threw on an oversized sweatshirt that exposed his collarbone ever-so-slightly.

right after he changed, he heard the front doorknob twist open. he greeted his parents from his room and sat on the edge of his bed, itching to put the skirt back on and cuddle jisung's bear to death.

he just stuck with the latter, hugging the soft brown plush.

on the other side of the block, chan sat in his bed. he felt horrible, as his fever was not going down. he recalls jeongin making a comment about having no one to snuggle, and he finds that adorable. it also made him think, though, and he wonders if jeongin will die without snuggles. chan laughed at himself, of course. there was no way somebody would die from lack of snuggles.

if jeongin could though, chan would totally supply him with all of the hugs and kisses in the world he needed in a heartbeat.

chan really likes jeongin. platonically, of course. jeongin is like a son to chan. at least, that's what he insists.

at lunch on monday, chan sat down with jisung and jeongin again. he made eye contact with the youngest, but jeongin immediately looked away in response. why? who knows.

jeongin was sitting on jisung's lap, of course. he was back to wearing normal clothes, and wasn't carrying a teddy bear. chan felt sad about this, jeongin looked like an actual cutie.

this reminded him, he hasn't actually seen jeongin for almost a week. crazy, he thought. things just happened that way, chan concludes.

suprising chan, jeongin hopped off of jisung's lap and touched sides with him.

"do it again, hyungie." jeongin had an indescribable sparkle in his eyes, it was like when a little kid discovered the hidden candy basket in the back of their parents' closet.

chan just laughed and looked over at jisung, who was too busy staring at minho to take any notice of whatever the other two at his table were doing.

"okay, 'innie"

chan immediately indulged in jeongin's soft locks, slightly smiling at the look of pure bliss on the younger's face.