Holy Smokes! || JeongChan

Punching The Air

Well.

At least he wasn't my first kiss.

Well, that's a lie.

That was my first kiss, and I'm an absolute fucking loser.

My balance wobbles as I roll out from under Chan into a lame fight stance.

"You're exhausting!" I complain, "Even right after I black out you're screwing with me!"

I bounce my weight left and right in my legs, and kick Chan square in the side, sending his crouching position to a defensive cover from his arms. Somehow he's still smiling.

"Does that even count as bullying?" he smirks.

"YES!" I kick several more times, him groaning between laughs.

"I see you're awake" Chenle comments casually while strolling past, his band bag clutched in hand.

With Chan still in defense mode, I turn my head to Chenle.

"Is practice over already?" I ask, realizing the sun is setting while fitting in a couple more kicks to the older.

"Yep," he pinches his lips, "let's get going!" he keeps walking.

I kick one last time, and follow my friend.

This season is WAY different than i thought it would be.

Its almost two in the fucking morning and I can't sleep.

So instead, i'm switching between burying my head in my covers and punching the air.

I've made comments to Chan about being gay. But honestly, i don't even know my own sexuality. I'm fine with just my friends, not with a boy or girl.

But boy, it was fun to fuck with Chan knowing damn well he's a homophobe.

So if he's a homophobe, and he thinks i'm a god damn homosexual, why would he ever ever kiss me?

Why the fuck did he kiss me?

Are all homophobes that pretty?

I'm punching the air.

But with a shoulder tic, I swing my arm in the pitch black of my room into my own face, and I fall off my bed.

I'll just sleep on the floor.

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CHAN POV

If he's gay, and he thinks i'm a god damn homophobe, why would I ever ever kiss him?

Why the fuck did I kiss him?

Are all gay boys that pretty?

I'm punching the air.

—

I skipped 4th period- no way in hell I'm sitting in class next to Jeongin for an hour.

I would BE in hell just for kissing him.

So now it's almost time for Tuesday practice, which is over three times longer than 4th period.

After all this time, i still have no idea what to do.

Why was i laughing when he got mad?

OH!

It's so obvious— this is just another way to get under his skin! Drawing attention to his disgusting sexuality (though it's not so bad on him) AND his tics?

Bang Chan, you are quite the genius.

I walk into the band room, the new resolve of my pestering taking a huge weight off my shoulders.

Well.

It did.

I open the doors to the back hallway, on my way to grab my drum. On the wall is Jeongin, reaching into his locker to grab his mallets.

Making eye contact wipes away everything i believed about my intentions with kissing him.

And not just that, but the angel has a bruised eye.

I want to cry just looking at it.

"HA!" i point at his face, then run down the hall to the drum room without a second for him to respond to me.

That went well.

—

It's been almost two months since i properly met Yang Jeongin. By "met" i mean "bullied". But you get the idea.

I don't think i've ever seen smoke come out of his head the way it is right now.

Late into the evening practice on the football field, all 200 band members can feel the explosive energy radiating from him.

We start another rep of the piece, and as we do, the only thing you can hear is his mallets slamming into the marimba with no regard for dynamic.

At the end, our band director calls for a 30 second water break.

As thirsty as i am, i jog over to Jeongin's marimba, which is basically as big as him, and set my jug of water on top of it. Front ensemble never brings their own water.

I go back to my drum after brief eye contact.

I could be imagining it, but the dark shadow over him disappears once we start playing again.

—

Practice is over.

I'm STILL thinking about Yang Jeongin.

It's midnight. I am stressed. So i did what any sane person would do if they were me.

It's midnight. I am stressed.

oh.

I am also currently outside of Jeongin's window.