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(Chan)
3.
Chan was busy. Busy to a point where he couldn't see the other side of his overwhelming stack of assignments.
Seriously- who needed a THEORY essay in MUSIC?
While Chan was busy typing away on the love of his life, his laptop- he didn't notice another person sit down across him, until his laptop was gently being shut.
"Uh- can i help you?" Chan said to the stranger seated in front of him, blinking at him in confusion.
"Hello, I'm Jaehyun, sorry- I noticed you from across the library and couldn't help myself- you're so beautiful, Y'know?" The stranger, or now- Jaehyun, said, his arms practically spread over the table until they were almost touching Chan's hands.
Chan stared at Jaehyun for a few seconds, he was objectively okay- looking, but Chan wasn't interested.
So, like a normal person, Chan went back to his work after telling Jaehyun he wasn't interested, but the shit spawn from hell wouldn't take a hint. Like. At all.
"Oh, c'mon, pretty- you don't mean that. How about we get out of here right now and I take you for a spin?" Jaehyun said, his hand now fully splayed across Chan's arm like a vice, eyes glinting with slight mirth.
Chan was ready to punch this guy into the next town over, seriously. But before he could say anything-
"Uh- are you deaf, by any chance? a little hard of hearing? Because he said No." Another , more familiar voice spoke from behind them, and Chan smirked to himself when he recognized who's it was.
Jaehyun's eyes flickered between Chan and the source of the voice, blinking.
"Uh, i think you're mistaken, i was just helping Chan here with his work!"
Helping? This bitch was distracting him! Chan thought to himself, huffing.
"I'm sorry, i got it from here. You were just leaving, right?" Jeongin said, coming up behind Chan and slamming his hand down next Chan's arm.
Jaehyun finally scowled, and went- "And you are?"
"Yang Jeongin, Christopher Chan Bahng's favourite person, You were just leaving." Jeongin said, his hand coming to rest on Chan's shoulder now.
Jaehyun looked between them again, sighed, and left.
Chan tilted his head back to look at Jeongin with wide eyes. "Why are you here?" He asked, genuinely confused since Jeongin had a class right now.
Jeongin finally sat down, brows furrowing as he tilted his head into Chan's neck and complained, "Class got cancelled, Professor Kim's water broke in the middle of her explanation. Crazy, huh?" He mumbled, as Chan threaded his fingers through Jeongin's hair.
"Professor Kim was pregnant? When did that happen?" Chan asked, his nose scrunching up in confusion, accidentally giving a sharp tug to Jeongin's hair, earning a small 'ow!' from him.
"Uhm.. I told you she was pregnant 8 months ago, hyung. Wow, so this proves how you never listen to me!" Jeongin said, playfully sniffing and wiping a faux tear from his eye as he un- burrowed himself from Chan's neck, his hands finding Chan's thigh.
"Oh shut up, you rat." Chan complained, shoving Jeongin lightly.
For 15 minutes, Chan worked in peace, until Jeongin , who was on his phone for that entire time period, lets his hand wander to Chan's stomach.
Chan blinked. Didn't question it and kept working, as this was normal between his friends, they always found out some or the other way to touch him. Maybe it was because his friends are all painfully gay, or maybe its because they all love using Chan's body as a fidget toy.
Jeongin's eyes , however, burned into Chan's stomacch, and when Chan finally decided to look up, he asked ,"Jeongin."
"Hmm?"
"Is there something concerning on my stomach?"
"No."
"Then why are you staring like you wanna see something wrong with it?"
"You would look good pregnant, Channie."
What.
Huh?
WHAT?!
Chan had to take a couple of seconds to recalibrate his thoughts and views on the world while also try to ignore how his pussy was now throbbing.
WHY WOULD JEONGIN- HIS PRECIOUS, CUTE JEONGIN- SAY THAT???
It was so out of pocket.
"Uh-" Chan stuttered out, coughing out of nowhere. "W-what?"
"You would look very good pregnant, hyungie." Jeongin said again, moving closer and going back to his phone, his hand resting on Chan's thigh again.
Chan blinked, and tried to get back to work.
He couldn't focus for hours.
(Jeongin)
4.
Jeongin always knew moving in with Chan meant moving in with a cleaning fairy.
The man practically got off on cleaning the entire space from head to toe every weekend, and he definitely had a special tinkering to clean Jeongin's room.
Like today- Jeongin had just gotten back from a long morning class, only to find Chan buzzing around like a bee in his room.
It was sparkling, the whole room was literally sparkling, if Jeongin wanted to, he could probably see his reflection in his SHELVES.
"Uh, hyung? what did you do?"
"I cleaned you're closet for you! isn't it so clean now? i even made a spreadsheet on where you should keep all you're clothes for maximum usage!" Chan chirped from where he was busy practically shaking his invisible tail, which Jeongin was SURE existed.
"A spr-a spreadsheet? The younger muttered, blinking in confusion.
because of Jeongin's everlasting puzzlement, Chan's face fell significantly. "Do you not like it, Innie?" he said, and god, Jeongin needed a hallucination checkup, because he could practically SEE Chan's tail drooping.
"What? O-Oh no! Hyung! of course not! i love how clean it is, i love when you clean my space, aegi." Jeongin protested, dropping his bag to reach out for the sad, Chan-shaped puddle in his room.
Chan whined gently, deciding that biting Jeongin's neck was the best course of action, causing the younger to yelp and move away for a few seconds, before holding him again.
"How was your class?" Chan asked gently, nestling into Jeongin's neck, enjoying the indents of teeth he left there. He felt Jeongin physically relax , before they both started walking backwards and landing in Jeongin's bed , Chan completely covered by the younger, happy.
"It was okay-ish. Seungmin didn't show up, i suspect it had something to do with Felix. And don't even ask me about Hyunjin, all he did was talk and yap about Changbin. their so disgustingly into eachother its, well- disgusting." Jeongin ranted, his breath fanning over Chan's hair, as Chan somehow burrowed deeper into him.
Soon enough, around 4- after an hour of silence and peace with Chan nestled in his arms, Jeongin's phone rang. Chan whined in protest when Jeongin tried to pick it up, squirming to get closer as Jeongin moved 4 centimetres away to grab his phone. It was so adorable, the younger almost bit his fist to control the psychotic yell that was gonna break out of him.
Jisung was calling. Of course Jisung was calling, the fucker somehow always managed to interrupt Jeongin's sky - high moments.
"What do you want, rat?" Jeongin said picking up the phone, patting Chan's head, because the older was grumbling in complaint.
"Agh- uh- Hi- Innie......" Jisung said over the line, sounding breathless and fucked out.
Unfortunately, Jeongin knew exactly what that meant, and he was not going to get traumatized alone. If he was going down, so was the puppy cuddled into him.
He put the phone on speaker and said, as calmly as he could, "Jisung hyung. Are you getting fucked by Minho hyung again?"
The answering whine on the phone and the question was enough to not only answer Jeongin's question, but also peak Chan's interest, as the older popped out of Jeonign's chest to stare at the phone in pure contempt.
"HU? oh- NuH- what? I can't believe you'd think that of me, Jeonginnie." Jisung said, and he sounded so breathy that Jeongin just decided to hang up.
Chan finally spoke, "Their so...something. I don't know how to place it but their definitely on a freak level only they can match..." the older mumbled, looking u pat Jeongin with big eyes.
Jeongin could only press a long, calming kiss to Chan's head in agreement.
Was it just him, or was he getting WAYYYYYY too close to his hyung nowadays?