congratulations || jeongchan

- 35 - Plan -

But it's good that you'll never be in pain

The towel had gotten to the point where it was so wet that it was no longer drying Jeongin, just smearing stale rainwater over his already damp skin. His hair would have to drip dry, because there was no way in hell he was touching it with the towel - especially because he'd had it shampooed at the hairdressers earlier that day. The rain had probably destroyed the softness already, but there was no point in adding insult to injury. Jeongin was very touchy about his hair. Those who had had the pleasure of playing with it would probably understand why, to a certain extent.

Chan had given him a lose pair of pyjama bottoms that stank of detergent and a sweater that looked as if it had seen some interesting stories. The pyjamas covered his feet, causing him to slide along the floor, but the sweater sat comfortably on his shoulders and only went a few centimetres above the base of his palms. The elder boy seemed to have overestimated the length of Jeongin's legs by miles.

It wasn't that Jeongin didn't want to see Chan, but Woojin had told him he would probably find Minho here. The younger boy had just wanted to talk to the other about what was going on, it wasn't fair on Minho at all. Jeongin understood that; he wanted to try and make things a little easier. The fact that Chan was here meant it was about three thousand times more difficult for that conversation to take place.

Chan hadn't been part of the plan. Rain hadn't been part of the plan. Felix and his thirty six litres of lemonade hadn't been part of the plan. Minho being asleep hadn't been part of the plan. At this stage, Jeongin thought that it was safe to say that the plan was a failure. At least partially.

He made his way to the living room, holding the material of the trousers in his hands so that he wouldn't go skiting across the floorboards. His feet made gentle padding sounds, so the others would almost certainly know about his presence before his arrival. It really ruined the dramatic flare. Today really was rubbish. Jeongin wanted excessive quantities of sugar and sleep simultaneously.

Felix had provided the means for the sugar, but Jeongin had no idea where he would be sleeping tonight. Was it too far for him to ask Chan if he could stay? Friends stayed over all the time but they were certainly more than friends so would it be awkward if Jeongin just asked to stay over? Social etiquette was far too intense for eleven o clock.  

The youngest boy plonked himself down on the floor in front of the couch, finding comfort in the way that Chan's hand immediately gravitated towards his hair. At least some things were still normal. He attempted to focus on the screen briefly, but found himself counting the knots in the wood instead. He was disrupted when a shadow obstructed his view and none other than Lee Minho sat down in front of him.

The two met eyes briefly, but quickly slid their glances elsewhere. Jeongin settling on the mesh of the rubbish bin, beginning to count the holes before he was rudely interrupted by a violent sneeze from Felix. Apparently, Minho shared his vague anger and glared at Felix until he uttered out an apology.

It was at this point that Jeongin realised he didn't really need to have a conversation with Minho. The elder boy was strong both mentally and physically, he had been through hell and come back smiling. There was no way in the world that Minho was going to have a heart to heart with Jeongin.

Which meant that the younger boy had destroyed his hair to sit in silence on someone else's living room floor for no reason whatsoever. 

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

A/N - Its short, im sorry I dont feel great