Bittersweet Boys

Devil's paradise

When Chan re-entered the room, he found Jeongin already awake, sitting on his bed, visibly confused by his surroundings. The older sighed, putting the bowl of cereal onto the nearby table, he came up to the younger taking a sit next to him. After Jeongin had a slight emotional breakdown, he was in no shape or form to drive back to the dorms so Chan took him home to his apartment, the younger tapping out as soon as his head touched the pillow. Now that Jeongin was awake, he didn't look like less of a mess than the evening before, still in his outside clothes, smudged black eyeliner and unruly hair only accentuated his tired and puffy face.

"G'morning Innie, sleep well?" Asked chan as he helped the younger sit up in his covers.

Jeongin stayed silent for a couple second, bringing his hand up to his forehead and hissing at what probably was a headache. "I'm fine...you brought me to your home yesterday?" Chan nodded. "Hyung, you- you didn't have to do that, now your bed probably stinks of weed or some shit, i didn't throw up yesterday now did I?"

This oozed a slight chuckle out of the older as he passed a paper with fuzzy orange liquid to Jeongin. "Here, drink this, it'l get rid of the head pain....and, no, don't worry, you didn't throw up on me."

The boy nodded, taking the cup in both of hands and slowly sipping up the mixture, scrunching his nose at the sour taste. "This sucks, I hate medicine." He finished the rest of it in one flip of his head and coughed a little, wiping his mouth with the length of his sleeve. "Umm, do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes? Mine are fucked up."

Chan offered him a soft smile, standing up to quickly go through his closet and fish out a a white T-shirt and a big brown hoodie that Jeongin will most likely drown in. With a groan of complaint, the younger struggled out of bed and made his way to he shower, taking his friend's clothes with a graceful 'thank you' and disappearing behind the door. Chan sighed, moving his gaze back at the cereal he brought, flakes slowly turning soggy and drowning into the bowl, some still floating around in a slow motion whirlpool. He checked the time, 10 am, morning in full bloom outside of his bedroom window, gracing his boring room with the lively rays of sun which fell upon his furniture through the window.

Soon enough, after the dribbling of shower water ceased, jeongin walked out of the bathroom, his hair wet and glued to his forehead, Chan's white T-shirt swiftly pulled over his upper body as the lower half remained wrapped in a towel. Chan pursed his lips, avoiding to look at the younger as he continued to change and dived his attention firmly into the screen of his phone, occasionally checking messages and early updated feed. He was so engrossed in the task of not lifting his gaze that he failed to notice as Jeongin wandered around his room and stopped besides his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he cautiously peered over some papers.

"Umm, Chan...what's this?" Asked the younger as he turned to face his friend.The other hummed in response, looking up at Jeongin and in a split second the calm air of the room was filled with loud silence. Chan froze up, incapable of moving, he opened his mouth to mutter an explanation but his words piled up against a lump in throat and he only stared dumbly into Jeongin's dark calculating eyes.

It was suffocating, he would've probably already went weak in his knees if he wasn't seated beforehand. "I-"

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Cut him off Jeongin. "Is this why you've been overworking nights in the studio? does Changbin know? Hyung...does anyone know?"

Chan shook his head, dropping his eyes down to his feet.

"It's next month, how are you even planning to get the money?" Carried on the younger, sliding the student debt back onto Chan's desk, the scary numbers bold on the yellow paper.

"Innie, please. It's my debt, it would be my fault if they'd kick me out."

"How are you planning to get the money Hyung? Have you been saving up?"