Holy Smokes! || JeongChan

The Bass Drum Asshole

To say I was terrified for this school year was an understatement.

You know what they say, there's two things that don't mix: Highschool and Tourette's.

At least that's what I say.

After a grueling two weeks of band camp, I've collected all my supplies for the new school year.

But nothing could prepare me for what was going to come.

—

"And dont let anyone give you a hard time about—"

"I GOT IT MOM!" I sigh, heaving my legs out of the car and into the crevice of the sidewalk.

"Don't get your uniform dirty either!" She scolds, and I only roll my eyes and shut the door.

"Love you too, mom." I grumble, walking into the school with both hands on my back pack straps.

Going through my first three periods went basically without a hitch. Other than the occasional facial grimace and squeak, I could fly under the radar as neurotypical.

Though there are good days, like I'm having so far, it's not easy being Yang Jeongin.

I've only had Tourette's for a little over a year.
A lot of people think that it's swearing or compulsively saying the truth— being asked if I do either is endlessly annoying(though rarely I do let out the occasional cunt). But most people understand that it's only the combination of motor and vocal tics.

I've had a motor tic my entire life, but within the last year it's grown worse along with vocal tics, and my doctor told me it won't get better due to my age group.

Sometimes I think too hard about it, and I'll freak out. Having no control over my body or mouth, is absolutely terrifying in the long run.

So instead I try to take it one day at a time.

"Jeongin!" Someone shouts behind me— easily recognizable as Hyunjin.

"Hyung!" I greet him, his arm slinging over me as Seungmin appears behind him and ruffles my hair.

"Seungmin-Hyung! Hm! Don't s-scare me, you know that— Hm!" I say, my neck jerking my head to the left several times.

"Ahah, sorry!" He apologizes hastily, a hand on the back of his neck.

"So rude. I'll see you guys later." I roll my eyes, heading into my first period.

The next few classes go by, including Spanish with Hyunjin and Minho-Hyung. So far, my classes for the year look great.

Until fourth period— psychology.

As I sit in the very back, I recall the stories I've heard of the teacher. The class is supposedly great, so I have nothing to worry about, right?

Walking in, I see Jisung-Hyung, and wave him down to sit in the seat in front of me. Soon enough, we're chattering with the rest of the class and the bell rings.

I don't even notice that one more figure walks in, stopping momentarily to take the only seat left next to me (other than the seat directly next to the teacher, which is understandably empty).

The familiarity of the stark blonde catches my eye— where I see the one and only Bang Chan.

Oh fuck no.

Chan was new this year, after transferring from Australia, as he announced during band camp. His cocky ass is on Bass line— specifically bass 3. He shows obvious signs of being a child prodigy, at least to other people. But other than being a blatantly homophobic asshole, I see a drum jock who wants to impress his new friends.

See, I say homophobic as well because with the context of our Bass 1 freshman being outed by Bass 4, our very own Bass 3 Chan didn't hesitate to openly scoff and call her disgusting.

Since the beginning in fact I hated him— thank god that hate is warranted now.

But back to reality, Chan sits besides me giving a giggle to the kid diagonal from him. Of course he's making friends already, it must be so easy for him.

I never actually talked or even interacted with him directly— I never had to. But I'm scared that soon enough, I'll have to— the fear is enough to send small neck jerks into my body.

The bell has now long rang, and the lecture had begun. For a quiet setting, I'm doing pretty well! I smile small to myself and fold my hands.

But then I feel it.

It electrocutes my veins, freezes my blood. The feeling of something bigger trying to break through.

Fuck! Of course during the lecture, I get a tic attack!

Before anything could happen, I hastily walk out, releasing the built up energy in the bathroom across the hall.

Coming back and slipping into my desk, I feel much better.

I can feel tics when they come a lot of the time.

But just as often,

"Holy smokes!" I let out, my head jerking straight into the eyes of Chan.

Well, there was no way to avoid that one.

I grit my teeth, blinking several times as rebound from the larger tic— but these go unnoticed by Chan.

"The fuck? Am I really that handsome?"

My eyes widen at the flirtatious response, which was, the exact opposite of what was expected."

"N-no- hm! I just— I didn't mean to!" I whisper back, trying to make sure the teacher doesn't hear us interrupting the lesson.

As he lifts his eyebrows, I feel my eyes and nose scrunch, almost in an expression of disgust.

At this, his eyes darken and he almost laughs in a crooked smile.

"So you wanna make faces at me? Huh. Alright. I'll just have to make your expressions myself today at practice."

And before I could respond, the bell has rung and Chan has gone, leaving me with an ache in the pit of my stomach that replaces the urge to tic.

Hii! I'm really excited for this story! I also want to note that this is not my interpretation of Tourette's— I myself suffer from Tourette's syndrome and Jeongins tics in specific are a reflection of my own and my struggles with it. Please enjoy my book, thank you and If you see this I love you !!!!