Ours - Junbob

xiv. jiwon

A/N: I FINALLY changed the description, agh, thank God I hated the old one. forget it exists if you remember it, I don't think I'm gonna use it in the story anymore

sorry that I haven't updated in so long, life has been taxing and sometimes I really need some random spurts of motivation to want to do anything apart from work. hope you like this chapter, sorry if there are any mistakes I didn't get to proof-read

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Jiwon never usually thought about anything that he did, he would just go ahead and do it. Thinking led to doubting himself, and Jiwon was incredibly liable to that so he'd try his best to let his actions speak instead. And he loved words, he loved how they sounded and how they communicated everything so well and how some could be so beautiful, but words weren't what he was best at. He got tongue-tied incredibly easily and he couldn't weave something meaningful out of thin air like so many people seemed capable of - he was just a simpleton who appreciated these sorts of things in life, but was never the one being appreciated for them.

But it wasn't like he minded that much. It's not like he was meant to make anything special, and it was good enough being able to witness it. 

"Hey, babe, what's uuuuup?" Jiwon asked cheerily one morning before flopping face-first onto the couch. Yep, he was definitely not going to be a master of words anytime soon. 

"I would answer but I'm not sure if you're still alive...?"

"No, no, I am!" Jiwon said quickly, latching a hand onto the backrest of the sofa to pull himself up before his head was raised enough and he was grinning dumbly at Junhoe on the other half of the couch. "Hi."

Junhoe smiled at him amusedly, closing his laptop. "Hey."

"So what is up?"

"The sky. Clouds. The sun. Your hair."

"Okay, that last one got far too personal." 

"I'm trying to make something for a music assignment," Junhoe sighed, looking at his laptop sadly. "I mean, it's not like I need to try too hard anyway...trying too hard makes me leave things too long, it's messed up enough that they're forcing me to make a song. If I want to I'll do it but I don't so screw it."

Jiwon's eyes widened as he propped himself up on his elbows, resting his jaw in his hands. "Do you hear yourself right now? You're a freaking natural." 

"Am I? You lie."

"You're honestly fabulous."

"I'd prefer ridiculous..." 

Jiwon rolled his eyes before he stretched out his limbs with a soft groan. He didn't want to bother getting up but he knew he had to, and the more he put it off, the more chance he'd just stay dead for the rest of the day. "Hey, Junhoe..."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have work today?"

"I've got work every day, hyung. Later shift today."

"What do you actually...do? At work? Like, I know that you're a bartender and all and that's the coolest thing ever but what are all the things you do, like, do you need certain skills?"

"Are you, what, trying to small-talk with me?" Junhoe asked in surprise, putting his laptop to the side and Jiwon instantly turned a little red at the question.

"Uhhh, u-um...what...I, no. Yes. Mayb—no, no I'm not, I'm just curious, is that a crime?"

"Curiosity killed the-"