congratulations || jeongchan

- 23 - Paths -

I know you too damn well

The fingers that encircled Jeongin's wrist were tattered with words. Letters and phrases wrapped around Hyunjin's arms and made him seem like a walking sculpture. The colours bled into one another and caused helixes within the dimples of his pores. 

Jeongin didn't know anything about the person who had created the words. He was too busy being wrapped up with his own issues. Which was stupid. Jeongin was stupid. 

Jeongin wasn't sure whether he was feeling relief or emptiness when Hyunjin dragged him away from Chan. Hyunjin was muttering something under his breath as he tugged Jeongin into his bedroom, the younger boy wasn't sure if he was supposed to understand what was being said. Instead, he counted the spots on the duvet cover. Much more relaxing. 

The spots were about seven inches in diameter, all in a pale shade of aquamarine. The duvet itself was a muted grey, chosen specifically to match a hoodie that Jeongin had bought Hyunjin at some stage. The boy easily found himself tracing the spots with his little finger, trailing round and round them until he found solace in the action.

The peace was disrupted as soon as it started by a loud sigh from the door. 

"What, exactly, was that?" The elder boy ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on his shirt. The actions were jerky and slow, possibly because of sleep deprivation. Jeongin was never quite sure of how to read Hyunjin's body language. Perhaps he should be able to, but there's something entirely unpredictable about it.

He decided to stick with the simple response, "What was what?"

"Well it looked to me like you were helping your ex-boyfriend, who, by the way, you've been pining for for months without making any moves or actions whatsoever, clean his best friend's cuts for no reason whatsoever. That isn't exactly quintessential Yang Jeongin behaviour. So, I'll ask you again: What. Was. That?" His eyes were pinned on the younger boy, who held back the intense need to squirm out of view.

Because Hyunjin was right. As per usual. Because Jeongin was going way too quickly, just like he did before. Because it takes years for soul bonds to solidify and he almost ruined his already. Jeongin didn't even know what was going on with Minho. From the small part of the conversation which he had heard, it seemed that Chan and Minho were soulmates. Which left Jeongin as some awkward idler. 

It didn't make sense. Then again, nothing ever did.  

His response was almost silent. Barely audible in the seemingly vast space that is Hyunjin's bedroom.

"I have no idea."

Hyunjin let out another sigh, slightly softer than the first, "Which path you choose to walk is yours, Jeonginnie, but you can't just do odd shit for no reason."

"You were the one who was desperate for me and Chan to make up." It came out far more bitterly than Jeongin intended, it sounded harsh even to his own ears. 

Hyunjin winced, "Because I want you to be happy." 

When he left, Jeongin just stares blankly at the door.

A/N - This is kinda short I'm really sorry. Happy December. Here's a nonsensical chapter.