urge // jeongchan | ✓

twenty-one

school.

the ground was wet and muddy when jeongin had started to walk there, so he was glad when chan showed up to take his mind off of his muddy shoes and wet socks.

the two walked in almost-silence, the only noise being the small squishy noises jeongin's sneakers made against the concrete and the short conversations they tried to create.

when the school building came into view, jeongin felt like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. the sky was cloudy still and he had been worried that it would begin raining again.

the two walked into the school building together, getting a few looks from some senior girls and freshmen in general, but jeongin brushed it off. at least he tried to.

it didn't help his low self-esteem that during his first three classes he felt eyes burning into every part of his body, not even knowing who was glaring at him anymore.

jeongin stood and shakily walked to lunch, playing off the annoyed glances and disgusted looks as his imagination. he retracted even further into his oversized strawberry sweatshirt that chan had gotten him seven days ago, relishing in the soft fabric on the inside.

when he stepped into the lunchroom, he saw jisung waving at him from their normal seats. his attitude lifted a little as he walked over to sit across from jisung.

"where's chan?" jeongin asked, nervously glancing around the room in a search for the other. jisung just shrugged.

"he'll be here soon" the older reassured him, reaching across the table to pat him on the shoulder.

meanwhile, chan was standing by the doors of the cafeteria, waiting for a certain group of girls to walk by. he felt bad, not telling jeongin that he was going to be late, but it was for the better. those girls really needed to get a talking to.

then he saw them, the group that jeongin had pointed out a week ago in the cafeteria. the girls stopped in their tracks, one of them raising an eyebrow as if questioning why he was  there. chan rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist, dragging her up the stairs until they were alone in a stairwell.

of course the girl was pissed at chan.

"what the fuck, dude?" she asked, looking at chan who just had a mischevious smirk on his face. he started to lean in, and she caught the drift. she closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips, except chan went right past the hot-pink lipstick.

he went to her ear, hot breath fanning over the fake diamond studs she had in.

"stay away from my baby, 'kay?" he whispered in an aggressive voice, pulling back with a smile. the girl stood there dumbfounded until she understood what he meant.

"really? did he snitch on us? petty fag," she scoffed and turned her head away to look in an undefined direction. the girl rolled her eyes and looked back at chan, "are you sure you really like him, or did he just pay you or something? maybe he put a curse on you, who knows what he practices. look, i'm way more attractive than him, see? i wear tight skirts and crop-tops. i actually show off skin, huh? so whad'ya say, handsome devil?" chan just turned and left. he wasn't going to do anything he would regret, he couldn't risk getting suspended and leaving jeongin alone at school.

the australian boy adjusted his expression to his normal dumb smile, walking into the cafeteria and immediately searching for jeongin. what he didn't expect, though, was that the younger now had the strawberry sweatshirt on. when he and jeongin walked into the school together, the boy was just wearing a long sleeved shirt if he remembers correctly.

oh well, chan decided, jeongin looks cute in it.

he strode over the table, putting a finger on his lips to shush jisung as jeongin had his back against him. when he was right behind jeongin, he swiftly craned his neck and pecked his soft cheek.

"hey baby," chan commented, forgetting that they were only dating in his fantasies and not in real life. he only calls jeongin baby when the younger is panicking, so instantly jeongin turns bright red and sinks into his hoodie.

chan instantly realized what he said, brushing it off as if he had said it as a joke. he slid into the bench with ease and wrapped an arm around jeongin's waist, holding the younger close.

god, were they lucky to have eachother.