Ours - Junbob

v. junhoe

A/N: ah I'm really sorry for not updating anything for so long, this is just a super long chapter to make up for it though I don't know if it quite will or anything

though just a heads up, this book contains yunchan. quite a bit of it, actually, or at least this chapter kind of does

anyway, hope you enjoy!

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The first thing that Junhoe thought of the instant he woke up was the date. And that was only one point on the long list of why he was kind of hopeless when it came to Jiwon, and he half-did and half-didn't hope that the latter had realised that.

It was even difficult for Junhoe himself to realise that.

That was one of the reasons why it was like he was pushing Jiwon away sometimes.

He pushed open the door to their shared bathroom with groggy, half-open eyes but even he couldn't miss Jiwon standing there shirtless and brushing his teeth. "Oh..."

But before Junhoe could escape, Jiwon caught sight of him in the bathroom mirror and waved brightly, making Junhoe feel obligated to raise his hand and make some sort of movement with it. Jiwon looked satisfied at the effort before dipping his head down out of the mirror's view and Junhoe thought that finally he could leave and wait for however long Jiwon would take.

He'd probably wait for years before realising that Jiwon might have died in the bathroom. He wouldn't know what to do after that, though...

"You can come in, you know," Jiwon called out after Junhoe had left and the younger would have liked to answer but his throat closed up a little at how low and raspy Jiwon's morning voice was. It was making Junhoe feel all fuzzy inside and he didn't know what was happening to him. He had felt the fuzz before, but it was getting stronger now. "Junhoe...? I swear to God, if you've died then I better be in your will-"

"Am I dying?" Junhoe asked himself confusedly, clutching his chest which felt very, very fuzzy inside. But he must've been louder than intended since Jiwon was instantly peeking out of the door with wide eyes and a wet face. "Wait, legit?! Oh my God, duDE, don't actually die-"

"No, no, just..." Junhoe took hold of Jiwon's wrist and made the elder lay his hand on his chest, making Jiwon's eyebrows shoot up. "Does that feel fuzzy to you?"

"...fuzzy? Are you talking about chest hair or something, 'cause you're kind of wearing a shirt-"

"No, I mean—wow, it's getting fuzzier." Junhoe looked down at Jiwon's hand, blinking for a solid few seconds before suddenly making the revelation that the hand may be the reason. "Woah..."

"You alright?" Jiwon asked worriedly, his voice a little more hushed through his concern and the husk that shone through made Junhoe's fuzziness grow tenfold to the point that he had to aggressively push Jiwon's hand away. "Hey, what the heck did I-"

But then Junhoe was dashing away to his bedroom before slamming the door shut, collapsing back onto his bed in all hope to calm the fuzziness, and Jiwon had truly never felt more confused.

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"What's got you so jittery?" Jinhwan asked, raising an eyebrow at Junhoe who was tapping his hands on the table like a malfunctioning drummer. "I mean, not that you aren't usually but this is taking the cake."

"Just excited."

"For what?"

Junhoe opened his mouth to foolishly answer with the truth before shutting his mouth and shaking his head, his hands stilling for a moment. "...nothing! At all."