𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬
❝ i will always remember you
until the countless stars disappear. ❞
⁻ ᵃᶜᵉ ⁻
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chanhee was stressed.
as he sat in class thinking about the upcoming examinations, he couldn't help but feel dread despite the fact that he knew he could do well but just thinking about the expectations his teachers had of him and the willingness of his classmates to take him down made a chill run down his spine.
on top of those academic pressures, it had been weeks since younghoon had started acting strangely around him. no, he wasn't avoiding him per se but rather, younghoon had built walls around himself that chanhee never knew how to break down since usually, he had been the one to guard himself and lock everything he felt inside concrete walls.
but with every downside, he found himself spending more time with ji changmin, the dancer always going out of his way to be with him whenever he could. a part of chanhee couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being a horrible friend towards younghoon but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to reject any of changmin's invitations, the dancer always radiating a bright, puppy-like energy that even chanhee wasn't immune to (despite his cold exterior and the fact that everyone else saw him as emotionless).
he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and immediately checked it despite his ongoing lecture.
jikyuwu
helloooo
do you want to watch my
dance practice today??
i have my exam soon and
im stressing real bad (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)
choichanhee
why does that concern me
though ji?
jikyuwu
having you around makes me
feel better (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡
choichanhee
ok
i'll head over after my lecture
jikyuwu
yayyyy
HAVE A GOOD LECTURE BIG NYU!
ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ
choichanhee
thanks
:)
throughout the lecture, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as the screen projected more and more questions he knew he could do but was too tired to bother doing and, before he knew it, the lesson had ended, chanhee quickly packing his bag and making his way out, bumping into someone in the process who stood outside his lecture hall.
before he could curse at the person for blocking his way, once he saw a familiar face, he felt himself immediately ease up. "why're you standing here like that younghoon?"
"we haven't gone out in a while so if you're free, i was thinking we could...i don't know, get a drink maybe?"
chanhee bit his lip, thinking about the fact that he had just been asked to head over to the dance practice room for changmin. weighing his options, he held out a hand to younghoon, non-verbally telling him to wait.
choichanhee
hey ji, can i come by later?
jikyuwu
oh?? okay!! ill be in the
dance room till very late
anyways ┐(‘～'；)┌
jikyuwu
did something come up
for you chanhee (◡﹏◡✿)
choichanhee
you can say that.
younghoon's been sort of
weird lately so i'm trying to
handle that first.
jikyuwu
oh...
thank you for telling me hee!
see you later then (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡
choichanhee
:)
"sorry for that but i'm free now," chanhee said, younghoon nodding along and trying his best to stop himself from asking who it was chanhee had texted. "where do you want to go to?" the pair walked side by side down the hallways, younghoon lightly brushing hands with chanhee whenever he could (which chanhee noticed but didn't bother addressing).
"how about the prism cafe? it's new but a lot of people seem to like it," younghoon suggested, chanhee searching it up immediately on his phone. "and, it's my treat since you've seemed awfully stressed out lately," younghoon added, his eyes glued onto the younger boy who was currently reading reviews about the cafe.
younghoon didn't miss how chanhee's eyes seemed to smile upon seeing the pictures of the different pastries and cakes and for a moment, he felt his heart hammering at the sight of it, the urge to just pull him into a hug and to never let go so overwhelming that younghoon had to shove his hands into his coat pocket.
"i'm not letting you treat me kim younghoon," chanhee said, suddenly turning around to face him and god, younghoon swore that if he died in that moment, he would be content.
like a scene from a movie, the rays of sun shone on chanhee through the windows, emphasising his fair skin and his eyes that, to younghoon, sparkled more than any sort of diamond. despite his black mask, younghoon still found chanhee to be ethereal, everything about the younger so beautiful and delicate that his heart couldn't help but beat faster at the sight of him.
to him, choi chanhee was everything and so much beyond that, words failing to encapsulate just how awed he was by the black haired boy.
"you've been awfully distant lately so it's my turn to treat you and i won't take no for an answer." chanhee held out a hand for younghoon, shocking both himself and the older boy. "j-just go with it," chanhee murmured, embarrassment seeping in when younghoon just stared at his extended hand.
younghoon laughed slightly, taking his hand and letting him lead them to the cafe, his head filled with all the thoughts he had been keeping to himself.
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changmin let his phone fall into his lap, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the cold mirrors that lined the practice room.
squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to force himself to stand up and begin rehearsing again, his stomach grumbling slightly due to how he had been waiting for chanhee to eat together, the food he bought getting cold inside its plastic bag.
he increased the volume of the music, the heavy bass pounding and rattling his insides but he didn't care too much of it — whatever distracted him from his thoughts was welcomed with open arms.
he grit his teeth as he kept repeating the same part over and over again, occasionally looking up at the clock and feeling a pang of loneliness with every minute that passed without chanhee.
he knew he shouldn't be so clingy towards the boy. hell, they saw each other almost everyday recently. yet, he couldn't stop the conflicting feelings he felt whenever chanhee was with younghoon, flashbacks to when younghoon had carried him back on that one night playing in his mind on loop.
shaking aside his thoughts and paranoia, changmin repeated his movement again, his breathing becoming progressively ragged and the pastries he had bought for the two of them to share being shunned.
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author's note:
sorry for the late update plus not really responding much to comments. school is actually progressively killing me and ive just been extraordinarily overwhelmed lately
but i hope youre all okay nonetheless! love yall <3