two bros chilling in a classroom, five feet apart, 'cause they're very gay :)
there's an intense love square.
maybe a love pentagon.
maybe a bigger love shape.
- TERRIBLY WRITTEN
- CRINGE WARNING
- chaos to angst ff
- grammar mistakes
- a very holy...
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"jake hyung! wake up!" is that jungwon's voice?
"jake hyung! wake up!" an alarm attacks my ears, and i grip them tightly to try to block out the noise. "hyung! hyung! hyung!" the voice got louder and louder. i get up and sit on my bed groggily. i was in the period of squinting, i'm sure my face must be extra puffy.
"jakey~"
"s-sunghoon? w-what... what are you doing?" i was suddenly pulled back into my bed and into the arms of someone else. "sunghoon?"
"don't leave me~"
"h-huh?" the taller boy was nuzzling my neck. we were cuddling. "s-sunghoon...?"
"let's just stay like this, yeah?" he lifts his head, our foreheads touching each other.
thump, thump, thump...
his nose barely touched mine, and his eyes closed all the way. my eyelids were in the process of fluttering back to the darkness. "jake..." sunghoon whispers. he opens his eyes. i could see a universe of stars in them, so pretty in those chocolate irises. he inched closer to me, his breath on my lips. the lids couldn't hold it anymore, they closed, my world back to darkness.
"i think i-" i shove sunghoon off the bed.
"DREAMS ARE MOTHERFLUFFING TRUE WHAT THE HECK?" i screech. seconds after my screaming, a whole bunch of boys come running in, looking like messy chickens with bed hair, tilted glasses, and kinda sad zombies.
"hyung! why are you on the floor?" sunoo hurriedly helps sunghoon off the floor, who seems to be in crucial pain the way he's rubbing the area around his pelvis.
"a-are you o-okay, jake hyung?" jungwon tiny walks to me and pokes my inflated cheek. this guy really asked if i'm okay in the tiniest voice. how does one manage to do that? in fact, how can one even be okay if asked in that voice? i pull jungwon next to me and hug him, my face hiding behind his shoulder and i silently weep.
i begin to think of the possibilities that this is real. unless i'm dreaming. am i dreaming of a dream? am i dreaming of dreams? oh, dream of dream of dream of dream of dreams, yeah~ oh my, i'm a poet, creating lyrics with my dumb brain, i'm such a nerd, aha- can't relate to being smart.
my ironic thoughts don't make sense, is this how i really think when i first wake up in the morning? that's incredible, i'm the biggest clown of clowns. actually no, i don't deserve that title, i think it's better on jay. who could ever think of performing cpr on a choking person?
"okay, i'm done rethinking all my life decisions, you can all go back to sleep." i tell the boys that were present in the room.
"uhm, but what happened, hyung?"
"what happened? ah, nothing happened! i just had a nightmare of my dear ugly twin ekaj-"
"you're not ugly, hyung..." jungwon mumbles. i ruffle his hair. slowly, the boys walk out the room, including sunghoon and sunoo.
