congratulations || jeongchan

- 29 - Baby -

Seriously, wow boy, congratulations

Jeongin traced the stitching on the bed sheet with the edge of his nail, it caught occasionally on the threads where he had chewed at it. A shiver racked through him as the draft hit from the window, but he didn't particularly care. It was the first time in a long time that he had felt completely content. His book lay open in his lap, poems he had read over and over staring up at him from the thick pages.

The book had been a gift from Chan for Jeongin's birthday a year or so ago. Chan had layered each poem with pictures and quotes and vague doodles that came to his mind when he read them. The result was a volume far too large for its meager spine, but exploding with colour and hope.

Currently, it sat on a page that bombarded whoever dared to look upon it with almost excessive quantities of yellow. Days by Philip Larkin: flowers surrounded the verses, scribbled in black ink atop water colour; sunflower petals clustered towards the bottom of the page and a yellow highlighter had been taken to the line 'where can we live but days?'.

A fond smile crept onto the boy's lips, his fingers shifting from the bed to trace the drawings on the page. His hand almost stroked the words as he drifted into another world. His head seemed to reach the clouds in a matter of seconds. 

He was started from his thoughts by a light tap at the door, "You busy?" Chan murmured, his voice enveloping Jeongin with warmth. His eyes were slightly heavy with sleep and his hoodie caused slight sweater paws to form, Jeongin recognised the hoodie from countless nighttime expeditions; almost grinning at the familiarity it provided.

The younger boy shook his head frantically, slipping the book onto the bedside table with as much subtlety as he could muster. Obviously, he mustered very little, as Chan watched him and cooed slightly. A blush crept onto Jeongin's cheeks, "Shush." He pouted slightly and burrowed into his covers.

Chan allowed the door to swing shut behind him, closing with a gentle click. "I brought you something," there was an almost teasing edge to his tone, the elder boy finding pleasure in tormenting Jeongin. He made his way to the side of the bed and giggled slightly. Jeongin let his pout deepen.

The boy tugged Jeongin's covers down, "Arms up."

"You monster!" The younger cried incredulously, "It's freezing when I leave my cavern of bed sheets, how could you do this to me? What if I had been naked?" Regardless of his protests, he still raised his hands into the air and continued to watch Chan intently.

"Baby." The elder mumbled. Laughing at the smaller boy's childish behaviour. He tugged his hoodie off and gently pulled it over Jeongin. The younger appeared once more, after the endless sheet of material had finally released him, his hair completely dishevelled. His eyes were wide.

Jeongin was entirely frozen. Baby. Chan had called him baby. After their conversation with the specialist, Jeongin knew things like this would be returning. Just not that quickly. Chan had never called him baby before. His cheeks turned bright red.

Chan's hoodie swamped Jeongin entirely. The sleeves were far too long and the actual torso reached the younger boy's knees. Along with the bed head, blush and doe eyes it made for an adorable sight.

"Won't you be cold?" The younger asked, burrowing into the remaining body heat that clung to the hoodie. Chan now stood in a thin tee shirt and jeans, goose bumps beginning to trail their way up his fore arms.

"Maybe a little, but you're in this drafty room all day - you need it more than I do." Jeongin almost sobbed at those words, almost broke down at the fact that Chan was back. His Chan who was sweet and excessive but still adorable, who overworked himself and could only sleep if he knew everyone he loved was safe.

It was that thought which lead Jeongin to his impulses. He knelt on the bed and kissed the older boy softly. It was brief and featherlight, barely giving either boy the opportunity to fully register what was going on.

"Thanks, Channie." Jeongin mumbled, his voice almost inaudible over the swell of the wind. Chan's fingers were stroking through the younger boy's glossy strands of hair, their eyes fixed on one another. 

"What for, baby?" 

There it was again.

"Bein' in my life."

A/N - I feel interesting so have this questionable and also short chapter.