The next day. (1/1)

A/N: Hi there. I've been reading fics again and I sort of naturally followed their writing styles? Sorry for not updating, it kinda sucks to heal a broken heart heh. Relationship hurts don't you think so? I hope you guys have a good day XOXO :)     "I watched it begin again"    BANG. BANG. Jongin shifted in his slumber but immediately stopped when even the slightest movement seem to agitate the migraine even more. He blinked his eyes open, fluttering them close trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of his surroundings. He registered the softness of his pillow the fact that his blanket was up till his chin, he clearly had to thank Sehun for tucking him in bed but then again, when and how did Oh Sehun unlock his dorm room when clearly his room pass was left in the clubroom. Fortunately the migraine was under control and Jongin shut his eyes putting him in deep thought trying hard to think of any recollections he had from the previous night. He remembered dunking glass after glass of soju bombs courtesy of all the female classmates with Sehun trying hard to restrain him. Jongin was glad he only cared about Kyungsoo at that point of time. Pfft Sehunnie Wait He will kill me. Jongin groaned at the thought of Sehun holding a butcher knife hollering his name like he was going to cut Jongin like some loose cow and make minced beef. Jongin shudder at the plausible thought and tried kicking away his blanket because all the Sehun-is-going-to-murder-me thoughts clearly makes the fact that his blanket was all the way up to his chin damn uncomfortable. THUD Jongin stopped squirming when he felt that he had kicked something that apparently had fallen of his bed. Mentally cursing himself for jerking up his body up because hell was the migraine ruthless. He snapped into the direction of the floor. Oh my god. KYUNGSOO Did I kill him or something? Jongin could barely get his thoughts together because on the floor now curled up in a foetal position was his roommate. The same boy he wants to apologize to is now sleeping soundly on the floor albeit being kicked down that is. Jongin only stared at the said boy who face was calmer than the usual frown he now seem to wear. Well, that was the only expression Jongin gets to see whenever he runs into the petite boy in the school hallways or lunch cafeteria the past week. The cute button nose scrunching up, probably because of the dust that Jongin had successfully collected over the week. Kyungsoo sure kept the room clan before Jongin entered and look at the mess he had made. Kyungsoo stilled, with Jongin heaving a sigh of relief that the older boy still managed to fall back into slumber. Carefully Jongin crawl out of his bed, silently hissing at his migraine while he tried to scoop the older still sleeping boy off the floor. You should eat more, you barely weigh anything. I’m sorry Jongin waddled slowly towards Kyungsoo’s bed at the other side of the room. He could not help but smile at the thought that Kyungsoo had probably taken care of him last night. He should probably thank that goof ball Sehun that is if does not get killed by the latter. “What are you doing?” Jongin froze at the hoarse voiced that croaked from the older boy he was carrying. The following actions were a blur. Do Kyungsoo plopped safely on his cushioned bed. Kim Jongin sprawled on the floor with pain in his ass, literally why did he had to fall onto his ring file on the floor. The room really needed to be cleaned. Jongin could feel the gawking eyes of the older boy glaring right into his soul and even though the pain in his ass has somehow subside, his migraine is still persistent. Instinctively applying pressure on his temples he tried standing up. He felt himself being stable when two arms held on his waist and led him onto his bed. Jongin was trying his best to not suddenly melt into a puddle of goo from the way Kyungsoo was holding onto his waist and let out a whine when Kyungsoo sat him down on the bed. “Stay here.” Anything you say. As long you talk to me. “Alright… Kyungie hyung” Kyungsoo momentarily stayed rooted to his position at the endearment before awkwardly coughing and leaving the room. This was by far the longest Jongin and he had been together ever since the latter had moved in. “Kyungsoo, you didn’t change out?” Chanyeol questioned with a toothbrush still in his mouth and toothpaste spewing with every word spoken. Typical Chanyeol. Stupid goof ball as always. “He probably stayed up to baby his cupcakes” chimed Baekhyun in the background in a sing song voice. Kyungsoo pushed Chanyeol aside to enter the room, earning a yelp from Baekhyun who hobbled away from Kyungsoo while still one leg into his pants. The brunette did not expect such intrusion early in the morning or being murdered by a certain petite doe like eyes boy. “Where are your hangover conditions?” incurred Kyungsoo in an affirmative tone, not caring who he was talking too exactly between his two best friends. “Awwww Kyungie poo is facing his problems like a man” I will definitely annihilate you Byun Baekhyun. Kyungsoo sauntered back to his room holding onto the bottle as he fiddled for his room pass and realised he didn’t bring it with him. Freaking hell. Kyungsoo started to panic at the sudden thought of Jongin probably pass out in bed and not answering the door and the fact that he was still in his pyjamas from last night, pororo-filled blue pyjamas to be exact. If Jongin doesn’t open the door from the rapid knocking, Kyungsoo would probably wake up the whole corridor and have them know of his pororo pyjamas. The joy. The door clicked open much to Kyungsoo’s relief as he pushed himself in which he immediately regret because once again he made Kim Jongin meet their room floor twice. Worse is he is now lying on top of the said boy who was groaning in pain. “OMG I-I’M SO SO SORRY” Kyungsoo promptly removed his body from the latter, not that he was taking note of how Jongin’s body was still as chiselled as ever. Jongin felt like he was on cloud nine because Kyungsoo was touching him again and his migraine is such a cock blocker for such sweet sentimental moments because the pangs in his head still would not subside. Kyungsoo promptly offered the boy the bottled condition which was downed gratefully by Jongin in a gulp. Kyungsoo watched as Jongin’s facial expression composed a familiar grimace the younger bore. “Stay-” Jongin eloped Kyungsoo in a tight embrace amid their inconvenient positions sitting on their room floor. Seriously they should stop their sudden affection with the floor. “Aww” “Don’t touch me and stay in bed, I’m going to make some soup for you” Kyungsoo murmured as he knocked the side of Jongin’s skull. Right at his migraine spot.  Bulls eye. Kyungsoo left their room heading towards the shared kitchen down the corridor and as if on cue, he sees Luhan smearing flour onto Sehun’s face as the latter begs for mercy for Luhan to stop. And they said this is a college for intellectual teenagers. “Kyung hyung HELP ME” the overgrown Sehun scurries away from the flour throwing accountant. “OH NO YOU …. SHIT” Both Luhan and Sehun cowered in fear as Kyungsoo blew his bangs away, causing a cloud of flour to fill the air around him. Talk about a tense ala Hell Kitchen atmosphere. Sehun had magically teleported beside Luhan with both boys hugging the life of each other because an angry Kyungsoo wearing his favourite pyjamas covered in a flour was not the way Sehun and Luhan wanted to imagine their death to be.“LOOK AT THIS MESS! OH MY GOD HOW OLD ARE YOU GUYS?? KYUNGSOO YOU TOO??” Baekhyun shriek a little too loud before Kyungsoo had him in a headlock before Baekhyun countered it with a hapkido move. Oh no. Not good. Two divas are fighting. “It’s this HYUNG’S FAULT!!” Sehun pushed Luhan like he was the sacrificial chicken or deer whatever suits the situation, towards two hungry lions. The situation was sure a scene out of some American drama with all the shouting and pushing sans the clawing part because we are talking about four male teenagers who may or not be gay. Still the bitchfits and profanities prevails. -- “What happen to you?” Jongin fixated his concern to the petite boy who apparently was covered in patches of flour and hair sticking in various directions. “Well you know… Baekhyun” Kyungsoo replied trying to sound casual while walking over to Jongin’s bedside with the soup he had prepared specially for Jongin. Scooping a spoonful, he directed to spoon towards Jongin’s mouth and glared at the younger till the latter complied and opened his mouth to consume the soup, immediately delighted by the fusion of taste buds popping in his mouth. Kyungsoo visibly softened at the sight of Jongin enjoying his soup remedy because boy he did not just had to headlock Baekhyun before they both teamed-up to manhandle both Luhan and Sehun  for the misunderstanding they had caused. Jongin’s hand unknowingly reached for Kyungsoo’s face and dusted his bangs and sneezed at the dust of flour. Smooth Kim Jongin. Idiot. Kyungsoo chuckled in reaction because it was this side of Jongin he dearly missed. The care-free caramel skin toned boy who no matter how godly his body is lusted by everyone back in high school, is definitely a cutiepie. Not that he admits it out loud. That will be awkward. Coughs. “You cut yourself!” Jongin shocked Kyungsoo who was day dreaming. Kyungsoo naturally backed up when Jongin pushed away his blanket and walked over to the shower room. Emerging with a first aid kit and that idiotic smirk on his face, he walked back to Kyungsoo. “For someone trying to take care of me, you sure need more care” “Hey, you have no- OUCH” “Stay still~” Jongin cooed as he disinfected the cut on Kyungsoo’s chin. The bowl of soup was still tightly held by the older in his laps as Jongin attended to the cut. Thank god it won’t scar. Especially on a perfect face like yours. “Done” Jongin murmured as he gently adjusts the band aid. The close proximity was not alleviating the awkwardness Kyungsoo was feeling because Jongin. No other reasons need to further elaborate the situation. I can feel his breathing. OMG. Wait did he used my favourite minty toothpaste? Shit you. Kyungsoo suddenly felt Jongin’s hot breath on his cheek and his eyes widened tenfold and he accidently jerked, causing the soup in his lap to spill over. Jongin too realised what he had done and bounced back because he did not just unconsciously kissed Do Kyungsoo. Way to go dude. Now he is never going to forgive you. Shit. “I’m s- sorry hyung. I, I didn’t mean that. I- I- it was” Jongin was successfully shush when Kyungsoo placed his finger against those plump lips as he placed the burdensome soup on the nightstand and grabbed a couple of tissues to clean his pyjamas. Guess he has to wash them.  AGAIN. “Accident, I know. I forgive you Jongin.  Let’s bygones be bygones.” The finger was replaced with a pair of soft lips.