"fallen angels creating sin"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
"With your sandwich!" Jeongin added frantically, "sandwich, nothing else."
Chan was staring at him with confusion and amusement, his lips drawn into a smile.
"Yes, and mayo," he responded playfully. Jeongin nodded and stood up from the floor, pushing Chan down in the process. The man landed with an 'oof' and that odd shuffling sound again but Jeongin was already skimming through the fridge for any sandwich foods. He mentally scolded himself as he shoved aside milk cartons and spoiled cream cheese for saying those words.
"Who the hell says that?" He whispered to himself, the memory burning into his mind and haunting him. He wasn't aware of the butter knife in his hand or when he even found the meat, but he definitely now understood how Chan couldn't feel the stares coming his way when he was embarrassed.
"Do you like meat, Jeongin?" Chan asked, startling the boy who almost threw the butter knife at him. Jeongin answered with a nod, not thinking much of the question because he wasn't looking at Chan.
"Jeongin, I asked you a question," Chan spoke, but there was a certain husk to his voice that made Jeongin want to look up at him and he did. Jeongin submitted to Chan like he was a puppy fighting against a wolf.
"Do you like meat?" He repeated, and that's when Jeongin noticed the smirk on his face and the lust in his eyes.
"I'm a minor!" He blurted out, his heart and head battling once again.
"No one said we were going to do that Jeongin, get your head out of the gutter. Oh and hurry up, we have people to troll!" Chan ran off with a wink, leaving a blushing, flustered Jeongin behind. The boy continued his sandwich making, his mind still processing the last two minutes. As he glanced between the giant rose on his wall and the kindhearted man on his couch, he decided to add one last thing to his list.
"Here, you spicy cappuccino," Jeongin muttered as he placed the plates on the coffee table.
"Thanks, love," Chan said, too immersed in the new dating app he had downloaded to notice how domestic the whole situation was. Jeongin did, however, and it made his heart want to jump off of the Empire State building.
"So, I got Tinder and Bumble, and I have no idea how to use either. Teach me please," Chan asked, holding the device out for Jeongin
Jeongin propped the iPad on Chan's folded legs and began the harrowing process of teaching an old person how to 'technology'.
"Swipe left, swipe right, type. That's it?" Chan asked incredulously after Jeongin finished his explanation.
"Yep, but we have to set up a profile first. Take a picture and then write a description about yourself."
Chan did as he was told with a childlike passion, and before Jeongin knew it, he had almost 100 extra pictures in his camera roll.
"That's a lame caption but okay," Jeongin commented as he read over what Chan had typed. It had to have been one of the most generic captions the boy had ever seen.
"Watch and learn, Jeongin, I will get someone."
Chan hit the home button and let the profiles load in before using his trigger finger to the best of its ability.
"Right, left, right, aww he's cute, right, left, ew, no, left."
Chan swiped right on the profile of a 21year old man, who had silky black hair, green eyes and thick fake frames on his handsome face.
"Look, cute and my age," Chan said as he swiped and although Jeongin knew he didn't mean to hurt his feelings, it somehow did. Jeongin knew the age gap would be a problem for some, and he himself didn't know how Chan even felt about it. From the way he acted towards him, Jeongin just assumed feelings were mutual, but Jeongin was slowly discovering more faults in their potential relationship that dampened his spirits.
"Woah, it's a match! See I told you I could do it." Chan smiled proudly, only getting a half-assed grin back.
"What should I say?"
Jeongin shrugged his shoulders, his thoughts drifting and his body acting on autopilot.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Chan asked with obvious concern. Jeongin didn't reply, instead choosing to bury his head in Chan's shoulder. His legs that were tucked in front of him were leaning against Chan's crossed ones.
"I'm worried, Channie," Jeongin whispered. He felt Chan tense underneath him and he wondered what Chan thought he was worried about.
"I don't want anyone to take you away from me just because they're older or they're cuter or they live wherever you're going. I don't wanna lose you," Jeongin sobbed out. Chan winced when he heard those words, dreading the hour that they were separated.
"And look at this stupid idiot." Jeongin glared at the iPad screen with tears streaming down his face. "Does it bother you?"
"Does what bother me?" Chan asked gently, trying to keep the boy from completely breaking in his arms.
"Our ages. Does that make you feel weird?"
Chan shook his head, "Absolutely not. But why are you acting like I'm an old man? It's only four years," he chuckled.
"You can drink, I can't even get a tattoo."
"That's okay, love, you don't need to ink your skin to be beautiful. But do you wanna see mine?"
Jeongin's red eyes widened and he nodded his head like an excited child about to open a present. Chan smiled at his cuteness and slipped the hoodie off of his body. Jeongin blushed a little, still not being used to seeing the man shirtless.
"Alright, you ready?"
Jeongin nodded his head and Chan began his tattoo tour.
"This is the first one," he pointed to a broken compass on his side, the glass pieces littered along his waist and disappearing under the waistband of his jeans.
"Hey, I used to listen to an artist who wrote a song called 'broken compass'. That's funny, you must like him, too," Jeongin smiled up at Chan, his braces shining under the living room light. Chan just nodded, too scared to break Jeongin's heart.
"This one is a quote," Chan pointed again, desperate to get off of the current topic.
"What does it say?" Jeongin asked as he tried it decipher the foreign writing.
"It's in English. It says 'if you fell down yesterday, stand up today.'"
"That's cool," Jeongin commented, buy Chan could tell he was still thinking about the last one. He picked up the iPad that was laying on the couch and typed something into the search bar.
"No ones ever seen what he looked like, and it's kind of sad."
"Who?" Chan inquired, pulling the hoodie back on.
"CB97, the one who wrote broken compass. I used to be obsessed with his songs." Jeongin fanboyed a bit over the artist he had sworn he'd meet one day.
"Why aren't you obsessed with him anymore?" Chan asked, although he already knew the answer.
"Oh," Jeongin's face fell, "he killed himself."
