THESE DAYS | jeongchan

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It bothered Jeongin.

It niggled in the back of his brain growing like a worm until he couldn't ignore it and all his thoughts screamed Chan.

Originally Jeongin had convinced himself it didn't matter to him, and that had been the truth for maybe—two hours? But as soon as Jeongin had a moment alone with his thoughts—when he stared off at the clock clicking at the top of the wall above his teachers head, when he stared into his bowl of soup Seungmin set in front of him for dinner, when he laid down in bed for the night, and repeat the next day—his mind was suffocated instantly with thoughts of his wet dream of a roommate.

God Jeongin hated his brain.

Bambam was a semi truck crashing into that deep pit of repressed thoughts at a time in which Jeongin was already questioning his relationship with Chan—forcing him to acknowledge why he was so thrilled by the fact that Chan hadn't fucked around since he met him (the rational side of his brain was quick to remind him that this could be for any reason). He had gone one week convincing himself Chan was nothing more than a friend and now suddenly the Aussie was a confirmed queer who has happened to kiss him before and looks at him like he could devour him any minute. His brain just couldn't take it.

It had started out with Jeongin having to come to terms with the fact that he even knew someone who was in a friends with benefits relationship (and even if he had known someone with a fuck buddy before he certainly didn't know about it).

It was just that he had never met someone quite like Chan back in his old town. Everyone was so even mannered and polite, even the town gossip was held in private for the sake of face in a community where everyone knew everyone.

Of course there were the usual jackasses and horny bastards, but Chan is completely different territory.

He had never seen a pair like Bambam and Chan—so open about their feelings and their sexuality. Their sex life was like an open book written in the way they flirted and talked, not caring whether they were putting on a show for the eyes that examined them.

And it was all too much for Jeongin.

His thoughts back home had already been too much for him to handle—he hadn't dared come out to that gossipy town, let alone tell the neighbor he used to kick a recreational soccer ball around with that he sometimes thought about kissing him and staring into his dreamy eyes.

Chan had been opening up way too many doors of opportunity and all of them contained seas of gushing water flooding in all at once.

And Jeongin suddenly realized he was very thirsty.

With his first kiss gone and new firsts waiting to be stolen, Jeongin just couldn't stop his teenage mind from wandering.

Every time he looked at Chan he was reminded that Chan was experienced, if Bambam's mention of a heated summer and Chan's mind numbing kiss was evident of anything.

Even when he saw Allen wave to him in the hall, their strikingly similar brotherly features reminded Jeongin of all the intense staring Chan did any time he was remotely near the ravenette—until that cold shiver of pure self-disgust ran up his spine and slapped him in the face to remind him he was sexualizing Chan's younger brother.

Jeongin was not stupid, he knew there was obvious sexual tension building as the days pass that sooner or later would need to be released. The thought that Chan would be willing to fuck around like he had with Bambam in the past, just got him worked up.