Ours - Junbob

xvii. junhoe

February 1st. Midnight.

A month.

It had finally been a month.

Junhoe had been quietly counting down the minutes until midnight, staring at his clock and when the minute hand finally hit twelve, he didn't realise at first. But then it dawned on him like the biggest breakthrough in the world and he fell back onto his bed, out of breath even though he hadn't moved in hours.

He didn't expect Jiwon to be awake at all, and it wasn't like he minded that. Junhoe probably wouldn't have remembered if he hadn't circled the date in about a billion different colours in his agenda (which he only owned to remember birthdays, pretty much. Apparently people got angry if you didn't know the answer to 'Do you know what day it is today?!' Ridiculous. Self-absorbed idiots, Junhoe thought, but he didn't really.). 

He laid in bed for a good half hour, so still and barely even breathing before he rolled off of his bed and scrabbled to the bathroom with hastily prepared clothes—he just needed to do something to contain his energy. This was a big deal. No, this wasn't a big deal. Yes it was. Of course it was. Junhoe was about to combust in a second. The only time he could try and think straight was when there was water sloshing over him, washing away any worries that he shouldn't even have. Today wasn't a worrying day, it was just one of the best days ever. Which meant pressure. Which meant stress. Which didn't usually mean 'best'. Did it?

Holy hell. Junhoe was hyperventilating. This was what freaking out felt like.

"C-Calm, calm down, everything's fine," Junhoe muttered to himself, breathing out slowly as he closed his eyes and rested a hand against the shower wall. "What's wrong with you? Chances are he won't bring it up, and you definitely won't if he doesn't. Just be happy, you...we lasted a month."

Junhoe slowly opened his eyes, the warm water becoming the second most important sensation as the fuzzy feeling in his chest grew so strong that it was like his heart was drowning in it.

It was true.

They had actually lasted past four weeks.

Thirty days. 720 hours. One month. With each other. And they were happy. 

And no, Junhoe was still not calm but the stress had been replaced by joy and serenity that came the more the water hit him like a soothing pact. But he wanted to get out as quickly as possible so it didn't seem like he was wasting precious hours, making him stop the water, brush his teeth, dry off and change in seconds, the sappiest of love songs filling his head as he twirled around in the bathroom hastily but happily. He even almost tripped on some water that had got onto the tiles but he saved himself with the power of love. Hell yeah.

"Yeah, maybe I should go to sleep," Junhoe muttered when he realised just how delirious he sounded. But he didn't feel sleepy, and so much energy was fizzing through his veins that he pushed open the door a little too strongly and it clattered against the wall on the other side, making a certain someone on Junhoe's bed jump.

"What the- oh-"

"Hyung?" Junhoe asked confusedly and the hyung in question hummed in reply, not quite looking up. Junhoe's heart was fluttering to the max at the sight of him but he couldn't get his hopes up, not when he didn't even know why he would be getting his hopes up. He had nothing to look forward to. "Why...you know what? Not even gonna question it."

"Hey to you too, babe," Jiwon deadpanned as Junhoe shook his damp hair out slightly. He frowned, wondering how long Jiwon had been awake and why the guy was suddenly sprawled out on his bed like he had given up on life. "I missed you..."