urge // jeongchan | ✓

twenty

"i like you for you, okay?"

the thought rang through jeongin's head like a school bell, bouncing around the walls of his mind. he couldn't stop thinking about it.

it didn't mean anything, he knew, but he wanted it to. why did chan even say something like that, what does it mean? jeongin assumed that it meant nothing and chan was just saying stuff to calm him down, as anybody would.

the two were still in jeongin's room, rain pounding against the glass window. his parents wouldn't be home for at least another two hours because of traffic from the sudden storm, but he notified them that chan was over to keep him company. the older couldn't really leave now, either, as he walked to jeongin's house.

the two sat in a comfortable silence, both drowning in their own thoughts and insecurities. the lights flickered, snapping jeongin out of his own mind.

he stood up and went to his top dresser drawer, moving over books and random pens to grab two flashlights that were safely hidden in the back. just in case the power goes out, he thought.

he went to lay down on his bed next to chan, stopping when he saw the other had fallen asleep. jeongin giggled and sat next to the older.

he poked chan's cheek, the other's eyebrows furrowing as he stirred in his sleep. jeongin leaned down to blow a puff of hot air into chan's ear in an attempt to wake the older.

"hyungie, wake up" jeongin whined, poking his nose. nothing, the older wasn't waking up.

jeongin frowned and puffed out his cheeks, deciding there was only one way to wake chan up. he leaned down  slowly, hands creeping up chan's sides. then, chan was on the ground. luckily, jeongin's bed wasn't that high up, so hopefully the older wasn't injured.

poor chan had only been sleeping for ten minutes when he groaned in pain, glaring at jeongin for the rude awakening.

"'innie, did you really have'ta do that...." he sighed, rolling onto his side and standing up slowly. he turned around and locked eyes with jeongin, the younger scrambling to the other side of the bed. it was too late, though, because chan was already tickling his sides as much as he could without hurting the younger.

"h-hyungie!! stop, the doctors said n-no!" jeongin laughed out, tears of joy pricking the corners of his eyes. suddenly, the lights went out with a buzz.

both of the two froze, jeongin immediately shuffling against chan and squeezing the older. chan chuckled and pat jeongin's head in an effort to calm him down, and grabbed the flashlights that the younger had set out earlier. he turned them on each with a satisfying click, the bright light illuminating the once dark room.

the two locked eyes and started giggling at eachother, jeongin laughing at the fact that he was scared of of a little darkness when he has chan with him. jeongin shuffled over to chan, sitting in his lap and pressing his back against the older's chest.

chan, of course, placed his slender fingers in jeongin's hair. the younger smiled in content and relaxed into the older, entering a state of serenity.

they sat in that position for thirty minutes, staying in comfortable silence until the lights came back to life with another click, brightening the room. chan reached over and turned off the flashlights to save battery life for another storm, and returned to snuggling with jeongin.

"'hyungie," jeongin started, continuing when chan let out a 'hm' in response, "what's it like to make out with someone? jisung always says that we should and i don't really get what happens.." jeongin frowns and tilts his head upwards to look at the other. chan is now bright red and planning jisung's death in his head.

"it's nothing special, yknow. i've only ever 'made out' with someone like once or twice anyway, 'innie." the older couldn't bear to look in the younger's direction, choosing to stare out the window at the storm instead.

"ooh! can we make out then?" jeongin excitedly asks, turning around in chan's lap to straddle his thighs.

"jeongin," chan squeezed his eyes closed, looking anywhere but the boy and his exposed thighs. "not yet." he sighed out and continued staring at the ground, red creeping up his neck.

"hyungie, you are all red!' jeongin rested his petite hands on chan's shoulder and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"i am well aware, thanks though 'innie."

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a/n: yeah this chapter was a big mess i am so sorry i have like no ideas so i have to write fillers to progress the plot anyways uhh would yall be okay with them making out yknow like hickeys n stuff but like no nakie just .. ykno . ...  very heated kisses . . . . . .