Wednesday - Junbob

let's manoeuvre our feelings

a/n: okay this is like...really long. what am I doing with my life

in the past you guys have told me that it's okay to write long chapters but are you sure?? it really does make me feel bad. I'm sorry, I really thought they'd get shorter but welp 

hope you enjoy ):

----

"CHANWOOOOOOOO-"

"I'm here, oh my God, stop," Chanwoo groaned, trudging into the area while dragging his school bag across the floor and Jiwon tutted at him, taking the bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"You're so late today, Chan, why does this always happen every day after the first?"

"Don't ask me."

"I've wrapped up your breakfast, eat it in the car but slowly. Don't want you being sick," Jiwon said, making sure Chanwoo understood before he brushed his fingers through Chanwoo's unruly hair and patted it all down with the hairbrush until it looked presentable. Chanwoo just let him, grunting whenever it got borderline uncomfortable, before Jiwon let him know that he was done and then Chanwoo was turning around and sizing him up. Jiwon always felt so insecure during these moments.

"You look dapper," Chanwoo said flatly and Jiwon grinned, pleasantly surprised by the words. "Are you going to work straight after, then?"

"Yep, got my briefcase and flask and all," Jiwon said brightly, holding up Chanwoo's bag and wrapped up toast instead of either of the things he said and Chanwoo snorted, reaching out to tighten up Jiwon's tie before taking the two things from him and heading to the door, grabbing the car keys from the top of the shoe rack.

"I'll go wait."

"Good boy, I'll be there soon!"

Jiwon ran back into the living room to fetch his actual briefcase before racing back out, grabbing his flask from the kitchen counter without stopping and he managed to blast straight outside without any hindrance. He saw Chanwoo sitting in the passenger's seat and eating his toast so he went around the car to get to his own seat, balancing the flask on his other arm as he tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Chan?" Jiwon called out, banging on the window and Chanwoo turned to look at him. "Did you lock it? Can you open it again?"

Chanwoo grinned and only looked away, making Jiwon deflate in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?! I need to- oh my God-"

He tried wrenching the door open, he tried bribing Chanwoo with food, he tried threatening him with no more baseball games ever, and then he was just pouting and mouthing, "Please," before Chanwoo finally unlocked the car and Jiwon perked up, immediately opening the door and throwing himself into the seat. "You, Kim Chanwoo, really really really suck."

"I know," Chanwoo said innocently, taking Jiwon's briefcase to hold onto during the ride. "It's my charm."

Jiwon rolled his eyes and popped his flask into a cup holder before he turned on the engine, and things were smooth sailing. Chanwoo was looking at a piece of paper in his hands and mumbling something under his breath and Jiwon frowned, trying to lean over a little just to get a small look and he caught sight of the word 'importance' but he needed his stupid glasses that he never wore to be sure of anything else. "You got a test today? I haven't seen you look at that before now."

"Yeah, it's spelling. It's easy and I don't really need to look but, it can't hurt."

"Hand it over," Jiwon said, holding out his hand and Chanwoo eyed him warily as he gave him the list.