BET ーjeongchan

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Once he laid his eyes on the happy virus, Chan's insides twitched with the urge to grab Jeongin's black hair and force him to look into his eyes. He so badly wanted to hear the frail boy whimper, on the verge of tears, under his grasp.

But he refrained. Because,

"RULE 1:
No bullying or hurting Jeongin
in any way. Haha good luck, crab!
(Monday)"

He stopped on his tracks and observed the younger excitedly speak to a friend Chan didn't recognize. A tall friend.

He clenched his fists to suppress the growing urge to act on his instincts; either punch the llama-like guy across his attractive face or pin Jeongin to the wall and ferociously attack his soft little lips with a hungry kiss.

Although he would never, ever admit that the second part crossed his mind often.

Chan was done. He was done staying silent as he watched the tall boy lick his lips while ruffling the younger's hair. No one touches Chan's toy, yeah?

He stomped his way to Jeongin, who immediately sensed his scary figure approaching and shrunk back, the smile on his face instantly melting into panic.

Chan stopped by Jeongin's side and yanked him closer by the arm, then sent an intimidating glare at the tall male.

"I don't care who you are but I'm taking Jeongin with me. So fuck off." Chan spat, voice low and stern.

Without waiting for a response, he forced Jeongin to follow him and stormed past the confused boy, leaving him by himself. Although Chan had no idea where he was heading, he didn't stop walking, and he didn't realise he had his hand tightly wrapped around Jeongin's small wrists until he heard a tiny whimper. Chan came to an abrupt stop, causing Jeongin to bump right into him, then stumble back to find his balance. The annoying 'rule' replayed in Chan's head, making him loosen the grip on Jeongin's hand.

As soon as he realised Chan hadn't punched him yet, Jeongin was starting to panic. Upon noticing this, Chan turned his attention to the wending machine they happened to have stopped by, as if it was the most interesting thing ever. He had no idea why he brought Jeongin here. Neither did he know how to 'befriend' the younger like he was supposed to.

After a while, Jeongin nervously cleared his throat, then mumbled something.

Chan looked at him. "What? I didn't hear you."

"..Wh-Why aren't you.." Jeongin paused and bit on his bottom lip. "Bullying me..?" His voice was tiny and overcome with fear.

Chan remained silent. He cursed in his head. Because Felix had to be a fucking tease and ban me from bullying you, that's why, you dork.

He sighed, then got closer to the wending machine, ignoring Jeongin's question. After getting a drink, Chan turned to face Jeongin, who was too scared to look at him, hence had his eyes glued to the floor.

"Here."

Jeongin raised his head. His panic melted into confusion once he saw Chan's outstretched arm handing him the drink he just bought. ".. What?" whispered Jeongin.

Chan stepped forward and grabbed Jeongin's hand, placing the can. "Peach. It tastes good, yknow?"

This time, he cursed at himself. It was the first time Chan touched Jeongin with no intention of beating the latter up until he cried. And now, he couldn't help but notice little details he never realised he had missed.

Like, that Jeongin's hand was so awfully soft to the touch. Or that his pretty eyes were a swirl of caramel brown with specks of chestnut. They held a galaxy of innocence and earnestness.

Chan cleared his throat and moved back. He couldn't stand the confused glance Jeongin directed at him. He just had no idea how to get this done.

How does one befriend another? Not just 'another', but specifically, the boy you've been so invested in bullying?

Jeongin rocked on his heels and stared at the ground, firmly holding onto the can of peach drink. He puffed his cheeks as he exhaled slowly, trying to calm his racing mind.

"Listen, Jeongin." Chan voiced, the serious tone of his causing Jeongin's shoulders to stiffen (but he still refused to make eye contact). Chan sighed, losing hope.

"Now you're my friend. Get it?"