THESE DAYS | jeongchan

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It was a Friday morning when he was awakened by Chan's early risings for the first time.

The rustling clothes and zipping backpacks, a running sink and shaking pill bottles, it all pressed at his temples like a headache until suddenly he was opening his eyes and turning over in discomfort.

The first week had passed almost like a dream. Blurry memories of lectures, soccer practice, and Chan either avoiding him completely or endlessly messing with him. He had finally gotten used to school life at boarding school, curfews, classes, and a huge campus. He had made casual friends and met people he could see himself spending the rest of his high school years with.

Soccer practice was the highlight of his days, seeing Felix was a plus, but he also enjoyed the fact that Chan made himself scarce around him during soccer practice.

In all honesty, Jeongin rarely ran into Chan. He was gone in the mornings, he was a senior so he never saw him at school. Jeongin wouldn't even know if they had the same lunch period (something he had to get used to as he was used to all the people in his school being able to fit in the cafeteria all at once) because he spent lunch with Seungmin and Felix in the same place he met them, their self proclaimed secret hide out. He hasn't interacted with Chan during practice since the first day and usually at night Chan would come home around 9pm and crash (his early sleeping habit was still weird and Jeongin was still not used to it).

"Good morning sleepyhead."

Chan had obviously noticed he was awake.

Jeongin hadn't even properly opened his eyes yet and Chan's carelessly smug voice made him want to pull a Van Gogh and cut his ears off.

The sleepy boy pried open his crusted eyes to look at the analog clock he had brought from home. The room was painted dark blue from the early morning light coming in through the window, the sun was yet to rise but the never ending city lights shimmered in the distance dimly lighting the way for Chan as he stumbled around the room. The red numbers of the clock stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark room, clearly showing the ungodly hours that Chan was up and moving.

"It's fucking 4am Chan."

Chan is facing away from him, his shadowy dark figure outlined against the window, presumably packing his backpack with the shuffling noises made. A snicker skips into the air, Jeongin watching Chan's shoulder's shake slightly from his amusement, "Good observation, kid."

Jeongin's brows press together as he tries not to let out all the anger bubbling up within him and keep the annoying light from reaching his dry eyes, the only thing escaping his lips is a whispered, "Jesus fucking Christ."

A hum of disapproval comes from deep within Chan's chest, his voice already deep from the early morning, "Now that's not very nice, Jeonginnie." he chuckles again as he stuffs his computer into his school bag, "You shouldn't just throw around bad words with that pretty mouth of yours."

The younger hates his teasing, the way he always speaks with that condescending tone and always speaks as if they're friends. Chan knows it all gets under his skin. He knows that by now. The week has taught him that.

Jeongin ignores his teasing, a bite to his mumbled words, "He's not even sorry."

It was clear the boy was speaking to himself, but intentionally speaking loud enough to reach the older's ears.

"Not my fault you woke up." Chan says before he walks to his desk to search for something there, the dim light not helping him out.

The sophomore throws an arm over his tired eyes, a muffled groan coming out from underneath his worn out sweatshirt, "Actually, Chan, it is your fault, because normal people at least attempt to be quiet at 4 am, especially when someone is sleeping."