*heads up* there's mention of jicheol in this chapter just saying.......

-The next morning-

Seungkwan woke up with a sore neck and a bad mood. All he remembers is that they came back so late that he forgot to wash his face and take off the makeup from last night’s performance so most of it ended up rubbing off on Seokmin’s gray sweatshirt that he was laying on last night.  He wasn’t even going to apologize since he’s pretty sure the jacket gave him more discomfort than it did support. As much as he loved his sunshine hyung, his neck was more important.

He stretched his arms over his head yawning exaggeratingly. His mouth tasted like morning funk which he longed to fix as he wobbled over to the bathroom praying that his 12 other team mates didn’t have the same idea.

Jiggling the handle of the bathroom door he seemed to be out of luck. Hot steam was quickly escaping the cracks of the door meaning someone must be taking a shower.  Another dramatic drawn out whine escaped from the vocalists lips, his head dropped against the wooden door in defeat before sliding onto the floor in desperation. Sure there are probably less or so gaudy ways to put this situation into perspective, but this is Boo Seungkwan we’re talking about, a morning!Boo Seungkwan and just to be  very clear, Seungkwan is not a morning person. If he had the energy and strength to knock down the barrier that kept him between him and his hot water trust me he would.

The only problem is that it’s hard to knock down doors when your legs are exhausted, sprawled out on the hard hallway floor, and you have as much energy as a dried up grape. So the little diva lay on the hardwood, pouting by himself, gazing absent mindedly at the ceiling. Making secret passive aggressive plans on how to torment whoever took his bathroom privileges from him, until his ears picked up the faint sounds besides running water coming from the bathroom.

“From now on, look at me my lady”

Oh God, he knows that voice.

“MANSAE MANSAE MANSAE YEH”

It’s Hansol….

“Don’t push me away ANYMOOOORE!”

…singing…his part…in the shower—

“PFFT—“ Seungkwan’s cheeks burst into a giggling fit at the rapper’s attempt to sing. It was just really out of the ordinary to hear Hansol sing, he doesn’t even sing the Happy Birthday song, he raps it. Knowing that they’ve all been living in the dorm for a long time together, this was the first time the vocalists actually heard the rapper sing to himself, in the shower no less, which I guess could count as a bonus. The whole situation was hilarious to the vocal unit maknae and the giggles soon started turning into loud laughing bursts and border line snorting. He was too busy dying to even notice the young rapper open the door to the hallway, struggling to pull a tshirt over his head.

The vivid brunette was caught completely off guard by the sudden movement and fell right onto his back. His cheeks where dusted in embarrassment for having been found out, but in his opinion he didn’t mind for some odd reason. It could just be because he’s insanely tired, or the fact that it’s early in the morning, but somehow, the hallway lighting seemed to make the standing male seem…angelic.  Not like Jeonghan level angelic, but maybe something else. Which confused the boy because this is his best friend we’re talking about, you can’t just deem your best friend a perfect angel (with exception for Jeonghan because lets face it he is). That’s probably breaking a bro code or something. I mean Hansol was great, ing great, I guess, just like his nice hair and flawless bright skin. He could look at his face for hours without shame and just stare at his lips from this angle on the floor. He didn’t what that meant to him, but all he could think about for right now is how his chapped lips for some reason, looked really kissable when they moved—

Wait no moving lips means Hansol’s trying to communicate.

, he wasn’t paying attention, too distracted by lips.

Seungkwan panicked, because for once he didn’t know how to start a decent conversation and now there was just awkward silence, Say something boo Say something he kept chanting to himself.

“W-what?”

He faced palmed himself so hard in hopes to erase that cringe worthy response along with his existence because right now he wasn’t doing too hot.

“I mean…what I’m trying to say….ummmmph” with every word that came out of his mouth his hands began to cover up more and more of his face to hide his awkward embarrassment. He was out of his funk today, maybe it had to do with sleeping on the couch, or there could be something wrong with seokmin’s sweater because he is never like this with the other 98 liner. He was stumbling over his words and his face was burning, he couldn’t even look at the other’s face in fear he might get distracted again by a pair of…things.

“Whoa Boo chill, chill,” Hansol crouched down to where Seungkwan was on the floor. He squished Boo’s cheeks with his hands making a fishy face in hopes to cheer up his friend who could only look at him wide eyed confusion. Just like a real goldfish he thought before continuing.

“I just asked if you enjoyed the performance ya butthole,” he said nudging at the other’s knee before standing up again to walk back to his room, “the bathroom’s all yours now your highness don’t worry,” and Seungkwan swear he heard a cheeky wink in that voice.

The diva rolled his eyes in response, since when did this kid get so sassy. He’ll never know. Just like he’ll never know where the flying monkeyballs his toothpaste went.

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After washing up and changing into some more comfy clothes, the brunette made his way down the hall to the kitchen in search of some breakfast before almost tripping over an equally tired member who just so happed to be sitting out in the hall. In his defense Chan had wrapped himself in a blanket burrito and it didn’t help that it was the same color as the wall, making it easy to mistake him for crème colored wallpaper. He looked just as tired as he was and the strange feeling of despair hung strangely heavy in the air.

“Don’t go in there…” the little maknae whispered.

Confusion painted the elder’s expression until realization slapped him in the face. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long dramatic sigh. “It’s literally 7 in the morning can’t they control their hormones?” he whispered in frustration.

The black haired boy shrugged his shoulders, “I just wanted some toast.” Chan whined staring longingly towards the kitchen entrance, the other didn’t even have to look to know that Jihoon and Seungcheol were probably making out in the kitchen, I mean it’s not the first time that this sort of thing has happened, it was just an inconvenience. In fact it probably has gotten worse ever since the two unit leaders had announced their relationship to the group a few months ago.

I mean all the members were okay with it and all, but sometimes their physical displays of affection could get really out of hand really quick. Soonyoung and the other hyungs say it’s probably because Jihoon and Seungcheol can’t act gay during the day in public so they use all the time they have off schedules glued to each other. Seungkwan honestly blames hormones.

The tired male folded his arms across his chest with a small pout “Well until they get out of the kitchen we’re destined to starve,” he sighed sliding his body down the wall wrapping himself next to the small black haired male. It was already pointless to try and stop the two, trust him he’s been there and no amount of sass or obnoxious interruptions could grant them free access to the kitchen without a bitter salty aura that would last throughout the week and into practice. They just really liked their private time apparently, and everyone on the team just had to learn to accept that.

Just like on cue Hansol and Jisoo entered the hallway. The two hungry boys couldn’t follow most of what they were saying since their whole conversation was in English, but judging by facial expressions and hand gestures…

…they still understood nothing.

“Where are you going?” Seungkwan interrupted, hoping to switch the conversation back to Korean.

Hansol glanced at Seungkwan in surprise for a split second, forgetting that there were other people in the hall, before shoving his hands into his hoodie to maintain his “cool” figure, only failing slightly,

 “Grocery store, we need food and no one’s willing to enter PDA territory”

“MY SAVIOR!” Chan exclaimed, going straight to bear hug his hyung if it wasn’t for Jisoo who kinda just shoved Hansol next to the loud vocalist.

 “Seungkwan you need to go with Hansol—just in case”

“Josh we talked abou—“

“BUDDY SYSTEM!”

Before anyone knew what happened the two 98 liners were shoved out the front door with nothing but a few dollars and a piece of lint. Seungkwan was still very much confused, and kinda cold, mostly confused though.

“What’s up with Jisoo?”

Hansol shrugged his shoulders his gaze avoiding Seungkwans as much as possible tripping a little before responding, “W-who *cough* Who knows…”

Seungkwan smiled softly

Weirdo.

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A/N: Hi! Okay so I know I haven't updated in like two weeks, but I found time to just write everything and sacrificed two math assignments so we're good, hopefully. Also HOLY COW BALLS @ ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WHO LIKE SUBSCRIBE AND STUFF AND COMMENT. like you guys are amazing ily omfg tbh I didn't think people would read at all hehehe. Don't know when the next update will be but it'll probably be really gay...... so be prepared for that