Chan was so cold to Jeongin, and he had no idea why. Maybe that was just his personality. Chan kept running into the younger boy and Jeongin thought of it all as a coincidence. Jeongin staggered home and went into the bathroom, not bothering to greet his parents. He grabs the medical kit and puts a few band aids on his ribs and face. Then he walks out and greets his parents. "Hi Hyuna, HyoJong." Jeongin smiles. They let him call them their real names. "Afternoon Jeongin, how was school?" Hyojong points to his busted lip. "Yep!"
Jeongin slips out of the room, leaving to do his homework and think. He flips open his math book and gets dissolved in the pages. The math was the only thing on his mind, but in the back there was the lingering question. 'Why did Chan help him?'
Meanwhile, Chan was lying down at his house. He had his headphones on to drown out the dead silence of his empty house. His parents still lived in Australia, leaving him alone. They didn't like him anyway. So after moving to Korea alone, Chan turned to music for comfort. It was the only thing he had left. Jisung and Changbin were with him, yes, but Chan never let his act down around them. People didn't even think Chan ever cried.
Yet here he was, tears silently streaming down his face in his dark room. Chan wanted a life, to be accepted but most of all, to be happy with someone. But one of the problems was, he had no idea who. Yea he fucked around with a few girls years back, but he didnt like them one bit.
Jeongin sighed and laid back on his bed, wanting to fall asleep. He did, still thinking of Chan.
But Chan was thinking of him too.
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bathroom || jeongchan
Fanfictionone broken boy and one bad boy meet in a school restroom one day
