last summer // johndo

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I apologise for grammatical and spelling errors. I revised this while i was at the brink of losing my sanity. Thank you for your cooperation and support. (*˘︶˘*)~｡.:*♡
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"Whoaaa dude", snickers mark while Doyoung was shoved to sit in the window seat due to Johnny saying that he'd need to use the bathroom frequently. Which he obviously knew was a lie, the red haired male was well aware of his dislike of seeing heights and boring clouds in the sky for a long time which the raven haired boy would've willing exchanged for five dreadful hours of watching str***** porn instead.
(That's right I censored. And what about it😼)

"This is gonna be...Nice", The brunette tried to lighten up the tension with his words but his tone was obviously laced with sarcasm and fear, knowing damn well that he was squished between his roommate who is his best friend and Johnny who was big brother figure to him. There was gonna be explosion. For now the bomb ticked before the explosion.

Johnny rolled his eyes and took out his sketchbook, doyoung couldn't bother less and went in to finish a book that he was reading. The boy in the middle was left with no choice but to deal with these two old hags which just can't get together.

"Can you close the air con from your side?", asked the ebony haired boy in a bittersweet tone to the man who was busy with his pencil. "H-hey!", he tried to get his attention again. But it wasn't taken into account by Johnny.

"Deal with it", the taller stated as he erased a few detailed to redraw them. Doyoung sighed and tried to engulf warmth on his own with his arms wrapped around his torso.

A few minutes had passed, Doyoung had clearly been cast under the spell of slumber, his book was neatly kept aside on his lap while his glasses dangerously dangled on the tip of his nose's bridge. Mark was also asleep with his mouth open slightly so perhaps a fly could call it its home.

Johnny looked away from his papers to Doyoung's side, he laid still, occasionally rubbing his arm to get some heat with his frowning eyebrows. So he took a decision, against his pride and took off his leather jacket to drape it over Doyoung's frame and close the air conditioning from his side. Suddenly the ebony haired boy's eyebrows were nothing but peacefull curved line.

Johnny let out a puff of air before drifting to sleep.

Morning burned into Doyoung's eyes, he realized that he wasn't feeling cold anymore. Looking down he panicked when he saw the leather jacket of the individual who sat a seat away from him on his body keeping him warm. Johnny seemed to be asleep as well, it had appeared that he kept his sketches away.

Doyoung took off the piece cloth on him and put it on Mark who seemed as he had passed out of exhaustion. He understood his fatigue, obviously, the course he took was definitely demanding he recalled that the latter having a test literally hours before. He brushed the small hairs off Mark's face before opening the window shell to be attacked with light. He immediately shut it, little did the ebony haired boy know that those beams of light gave rise to someone.

"Not even a thank you", Johnny spoke, quietly in a hoarse voice, waking up with his damp noise and slightly messy hair.

Doyoung decided to ignore and tried hard to get lost in his thoughts of nothingness. Eventually he saw himself drowning in assumptions and ideas mostly consistenting of nonsense.

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"I gave him my jacket for him to be warm. And yet his petty ass couldn't even say thank you.", fussed the red head. Taeyong just laughed as Johnny slumped down his seat with his arms crossed and a pout rising up on his lips.