urge // jeongchan | ✓

twenty-four

the next day at lunch, jisung probably screeched more than jeongin's mom. the boy had gotten a few questions and comments, but not many since he kept his pink hood up most of the day after someone called him a slut.

jisung immediately chased down chan when he saw the older swerve away from the cafeteria, fire in his eyes as he tackled the australian boy.

chan was dragged back into the cafeteria with a sheepish smile, jeongin waving at him to come over. the poor boy was unaware of the beating chan was about to get.

when the oldest sat down, jisung commenced his investigation.

"chan," he started, chan just nervously nodding for him to go on. "what did you do to my jeonginnie?" he asked, leaving the youngest of the three confused.

"well, you know-" he turned away and looked at the floor, twiddling with his thumbs. "i couldn't help myself..."

jisung sighed and shook his head, picking at his turkey and cheese sandwich. "did you do anything else?" the boy suggested, chan immediately turning red and shaking his head.

"n-no, he is a baby." the australian boy smiling, jeongin huffing out a puff of air probably because he was called young again.

jisung gave him a suspicious look, jeongin not minding and continuing to eat the lunch that his mother had packed him.

after school, jisung went home with jeongin as the younger was a better student. really, jisung just made up the excuse of his bad grades in order to question the younger.

when the boy walked in the house he immediately searched for the others parents. he remembered that they had work and wouldn't be present to harass jeongin with questions with him, but he decided doing it alone was good enough.

"so jeongin," he began when they sat down on his purple bed, "what did you do with chan yesterday?

"why? we just kissed a lot, i don't see the problem." jeongin frowned and looked at a stuffed animal that had fallen off the bed and onto the floor.

jisung sighed and rolled his eyes, scooting over closer towards the younger.

"jeongin, people don't just... kiss" he points out, the younger obviously puzzled by his statement. "but me and chan do?"

"do you like like chan?" jisung asks. the younger seems lost in thought for a few moments before dusting with a soft shade or pink.

"n-no, i don't think so." jeongin replied before looking down at his fingers, mentionlessly lingering on the thought.

jisung gave the younger a look, and turned away to gaze out the window. they sat in silence, the younger feeling scared and vulnerable for some reason.

"people who like eachother kiss eachother. that's it, unless it's purely for pleasure. jeongin, what did you feel when chan kissed you on your neck?" jisung wasn't even sure the younger knew how it felt to feel attracted towards someone. maybe jeongin just didn't want to like chan.

"what? well, um.." he looked around his room nervously, searching for the right words. "weird. it made me feel all warm and funny and i really really wanted to keep kissing him." jisung's stare boring into his skull made him blush bright red.

"ew, okay. i don't wanna hear about how you were tur-" he paused, realizing that the younger would get confused at half of the stuff he says. "okay."

jeongin shuffled over on the soft sheets to sit on jisung's cozy lap that was shielded with a layer of black denim.

"jisungie?" he softly questioned, casting his gaze to his closet. the older hummed in respons, shifting his attention towards him.

"i wear girly clothes, 'sungie. don't hate me-" jisung's chuckle cut the younger off. "well, duh. i know that dumbie." the younger frowned, he didn't want to explain himself.

"well, yeah, but... i wear skirts. i always do when i'm alone." jisung's eyes slightly widen and the other stands up and walks over to the closet, pulling out the worn cardboard box where all of his less-public clothes lay.

jeongin opened it and gently took out a few skirts and pairs of thigh-highs. jisung softly smiled at the younger, patting his head with care.

"that's fine, jeongin. you're really cute, so i bet these make you cuter. you can go change if you want." jeongin lit up and jisung motioned his hand towards the restroom for him to change.

the younger smiled and happily grabbed a few items from the box before happily stepping towards the room.