Junhoe is major in languages and communication. He took the course not because he is interested in it.

 

No. He took it simply because... He did not know what else to take. Furthermore, why not, when he could outsmart people in a conversation? You could say, his course played a part in his sassiness. He is always late for lessons, which leads us to the next point; Minor course. Goo Junhoe, people marked this boy with no goal in life, took music. The more shocking thing is, he is never ever late for it. Today shall be no different. 

  The night before, he have set ten alarms at interval of a minute each. Upon hitting the fifth snooze, Junhoe can feel molecules of fatigue accumulating underneath his eyelids. He really wants to sleep (and if it is possible, never wake up). He pushes the blanket off him, leaving his bed unmade as he steps out of his room. Of course, not before kicking Jiwon at the ankle. The younger freshens himself up in the bathroom while Jiwon continues to catch the best few minutes of sleep he could get. When Junhoe is done, all dressed up, he comes back to a muddle-minded Jiwon, asking him what day is it. Junhoe pulls Jiwon up on his feet, stabilizing him so that he will not fall. Jiwon molds himself around the other's curves, still reluctant to wake up. Junhoe's long digits rest on the older's waist as Jiwon is still sound asleep, slumps against his soulmate, as snug as a bug in a rug.    "Go and take a shower, if not, I'll leave without you."    Akin to Junhoe giving him a tight slap as a wake up call, Jiwon open his eyes, instantly. "Nooooo! You can't!"    Junhoe chuckles rather quietly, "Oh, trust me. I will."    "But without me? I'm not saying I am, I mean- I know I am great and if I'm not beside you," Jiwon has this puppy look on. Junhoe would think that the other boy is adorable if he isn't wasting two minutes of his time. "I'm not saying you will, I mean- I know you will miss me!"    "On the count of five, four, three," Junhoe count while laughing openly at Jiwon. The older tries to make his eyes as round as it can be. But seriously? How 'round' could Jiwon's eyes possibly be? Junhoe cracks up harder than he thought. He pulls a wailing Jiwon to where the bathroom is, a few steps, half-smiling, "If you have the energy to bargain with me, save it for the shower. Two-" Jiwon scrunches his nose and huffs, before doing what he is supposed to do, drearily.    He peel off articles of clothing and then stands under the shower head. Luke warm water sprays all over him. Jiwon could feel the mass of air, twenty-one percent of oxygen and seventy-eight percent of nitrogen, sitting down on his shoulders. He must be so tired that he is almost out of his mind. He pumps a handful of shower gel and starts to wash up.    He swears, Tuesday is the worst.   The temperature of the weather is rather low today. Jiwon picks out whatever and a plaid jacket, Junhoe's favourite. They collected a hump of clothes, mostly the younger's, from the laundry room yesterday. Jiwon sniffs the jacket, debating if he should let Junhoe have it first for now. He does not like the smell of detergent, it sting the insides of his nose. He is more identify with the ones in Junhoe's closet. They are clean yet, with a note of that musky scent. He throws on the clothes, because obviously he can't go out and be in all his glory. Not that he mind, but Goo Junhoe is the problem.    "Can't you make something else?" Jiwon puffs out his cheeks, hmph. Junhoe smacks the other boy's forehead, "Be grateful that I even blew you a cup of coffee." Jiwon pokes around the cramp kitchen and Junhoe thinks, the older is more of a trouble than help itself. So he does not even hesitates a second before making Jiwon tumbles out.    "Stay in your lane!" Junhoe warns. "Moreover, you're proven useless and once is enough. Remember that."   "Give me one more chance!" Jiwon let out a cry, desperately wanting to gain back Junhoe's faith in him, which isn't true, because the younger never said anything about Jiwon being reliable or whatsoever before. The younger is having none of that.    He proceeds to the dining table and sips on his own caffeinated drink. Jiwon sits opposite of him, still sulking over the previous comment that Junhoe gave. Jiwon soon turns into a pile of sunshine, all smiley and if Junhoe happens to mistaken the rest for a bit of fondness, he will be damned. So bad.    "You must have really taken a liking towards my clothes huh?" Junhoe points out, setting the porcelain cup on the wooden table. Wow, he's fast too. He even got a hand on my favourite. He roll his eyes.     "Do you wanna swap our clothes?"    "No thank you."   "Pfttt, glitch."   "Maybe I am."   And this is how their Tuesday's morning little conversation comes to an end.    First lesson of the day, dance. The lesson is conducted whereby one student and one instructor could occupy one room. Since less than a quarter of the student's body took music as their minor course and the school wants to fully make use of it's facilities, music students were able to enjoy this privilege. Junhoe cranks up the volume of the music and have his head-start of warm-up before anybody else. He stretches carefully, especially his legs, which almost always immediately went numb right after a few rounds of intense dance routines. Jiwon is in his practice room, doing what he has to. Let's begin, Jiwon cracks his neck to loosen his body. New moves, improvise, a breather, perfecting it some more, an hour, water break, quick briefing and that's about it.    Junhoe falls on his back, down the ground hard floor after being dismissed because he is spent. He is bathing in his own sweat. Despite having his lesson in an air-conditioned room, having his tee sticks to him and making him flares at the uncomfortableness is unavoidable. And this is the time, where Jiwon will appear whether he likes it or not and get the younger boy going with their schedules. Jiwon gives him a bottle of water too. He knows that Junhoe will finish his during water break, leaving him thirsty afterwards.    How he wishes that he is a human, at least, all he need is water, which is accessible to most parts of Korea, to quench his thirst. In fact, most parts of the world.    It is not even a full minute and yet, they have to part once again. The vocal rooms are just a level on top.   Junhoe sends a text to Hanbin, "Hyung, take care."     "Don't come home too late." Jiwon reminds, bumping the other boy lightly. Who are you? My mom? "Yeah yeah yeah." Junhoe replied rather half-heartedly.   Junhoe thinks, the school's system should have scheduled their vocal training first then dance lesson, because the energy that consumed the inside out of him is too much that he is quite certain, even singing some parts of a song will be tough. That does not mean he wouldn't try to test his limit though.    While his lesson is being carry out peacefully, the room next door is completely opposite; Chaos.   Jiwon jumps out from his seat, looking hell yeah self-conceited and grabs a microphone. This is what happens, weekly. Rap battle. Jiwon does not like Hanbin one bit and to him, this is where the fun begins. Yeah, he has to admit, Hanbin's rap does have a good flow and the lyrics he composed is beyond a boy as young as him. He is indeed good. But Jiwon thinks, I'm better. His lyrics were nowhere near Hanbin's standard, but he knows exactly what he is capable of. Jiwon has a greater stage presence and his skill in dissing other people is monstrous. When Hanbin displays his piece of work assertively, Jiwon crosses his paper heart, he wants to slay the stage and calls it his own. In order to mark territory, one must be able to clarify it's value and Jiwon is going to do that. He starts slow and steady while analysing Hanbin. Well, he wouldn't want to miss any moment of Mr Perfectionist crumbling to the ground. On the count of one, two. One, two. One, two and three. Hanbin leave with wounds from the war, reminding himself with scenes of not putting up a fight that is good enough. In Jiwon's opinion, Hanbin did. But he won't ever tell the younger that, over his dead body. Pun intended. The possibility is zero, since he is dead.   Hanbin drinks from the water cooler while trying to perceive the situation in a positive light. But the more he uses his brain, the more hot-headed he gets. Moreover, seeing the person that resulted him into this odious mess, he is boiling. Junhoe pats him on the back as he make fun of his best friend.    "June yah," Hanbin swallows his anger. Surely, they could talk things out nicely? "For the love of god, just accept him already! Stop being such a tard... YAH."    Junhoe drones, "Go on." He is so so close to the water cooler, until Hanbin headlocks him. "You 'lil dip !" Hanbin yells, securing Junhoe tighter in his arm. Junhoe is making those choking noises. He has to raise the white flag if he wants to be able to torture Hanbin some more in the near future.    "Mick-Mickey-" His throat hurts.    Hanbin's eyes light up at the mention of his favourite Disney's character, "What is it?" Then he does not exert as much strength as before. His arm is beginning to turn sore, anyway.    "Almost died." Junhoe coughs. "I- There is a Mickey Mouse beanie in my bag- I'm... Sorry?"    Hanbin is beaming, dimples dipping on his cheeks. Junhoe wonder why he made friends with this guy. He is an idiot. And an embarrassment at that too. Gosh. He went for the water cooler once more, this time, without any harassment.    "I love you!" Hanbin exclaims, skipping through the corridor and back to the vocal room.   "And I hate you!" Junhoe giggles. He pulls the collar of his tee to his nose, covering half of his face. He has a habit of doing that whenever he is panting. "Meet me outside later!"    In all honesty though, this is no need to treat Hanbin ice-cream. Just inflicting the small thought of Mickey is enough to have his solemn-looking but in actuality, not, friend giddy all day long. Who needs ice-cream to heal wounds, these days?    x  

If one has to stereotype Junhoe, he definitely does not belong to category of athlete. And if one were to ask Junhoe what sports he is good at, he would say every single one of them. Truthfully, he does not particularly excel in any sports. However, his confidence deserves a round of applause. It is pretty admirable. 

  "I am the best at volleyball here!" Junhoe self-proclaims, shamelessly. He can hear his classmates whooping and he rewards them with a high-five each. Jiwon just has to kill his vibe though.   "Raise your hand if you wanna be in my team!" Jiwon shrug his shoulders at Junhoe's direction, as if he is mocking the younger boy.    "Heol," Junhoe said. "You wanna have a match?"    "If that is what you want, then I'm gamed." Jiwon chortles, mischievously.    Unlike Jiwon treating it as a friendly match, Junhoe is ready to put his life on line. He has a competitive steak, you see. Since they are amateurs, there is no need for six against six. Jiwon and Junhoe choose two players for their own team, respectively.    "I'll lead us to victory, but don't you dare to slack." Junhoe announces with much pride in his voice, he is fired up. There is no way I'm losing. He then sends the volleyball over the net. It is floating in unstableness, but it is not Junhoe's main concern as long as it passes. Mino from Team Jiwon receives it up nicely and their captain, Jiwon himself, pushes the bottom of the ball back to the other team with the tips of his fingers. Drop ball. There is really no such thing as strategies. Whoever drops the volleyball first, will lose a point and their turn to serve. That is how it works. They have also compromised that whoever score ten points first, shall be the winner. With that being said, Jackson from Team Junhoe accidentally uses too much strength and the ball went out of court. Furious, Junhoe mouthed, "Do you wanna die?"   The rally continues back and forth, but ever since Team Jiwon scored the first point, that is their only point. Team Junhoe is leading with four points ahead.   After a few rotations, both captains are finally facing each other with the net between.   "How does it feel to be in the losing team?" Junhoe goads. His arms are high up, elbows at the level of his ears, ready to strengthen their defence. Jiwon is in the same position. Aish! This little punk. Jiwon tsk-ed.   Mino spikes the ball down with a strong snap of his wrist. Junhoe bend his knees by a degree and when the time is right, he leaps. A good full hand, mid forearm, over the net. He blocks the ball alright. Jiwon sees that coming and he mimics the exact movement, a second after Junhoe perhaps. Whoever jumps first, lands first (probably). Whoever lands first, loses first. It is that simple. Not so after a sharp jolt of pain shot through the heel of Junhoe's foot. The younger bite his lips, a bleat traps in his throat. Out of nowhere, Jiwon feels a little anxious, like he is walking on eggshells. There is a very faint, almost untraceable, pain in his ankle. Jiwon glances at Junhoe, thinking, It couldn't be that- Right? Jiwon's chance slips away like water through like cracks between his fingers. With all his might, Junhoe plods to his ready position once more. He is as stubborn as a mule, really. Jiwon snarls lowly, Now who is the five years old?   A frown is on Junhoe's face, he press his lips into a thin line. He drag his feet, because lifting them up would be too obvious. He does not want that.    Jiwon hopes the bell will chime soon.   He does not want to purposely take advantage of the situation itself but Junhoe deserves it. If that stubborn let people know that he is injured, they could always continue the volleyball match next time. But no, Junhoe wants to settle once and for all. And all Jiwon could say, well, serves that younger right.    Jiwon jump and spike, aiming at the corner. Since Junhoe could not do blocking anymore, they are more prone to lose overall.    "Jackson hyung, g-go first." Junhoe winces, supporting himself by the pole of the net. It is truly a miracle on how the Hong Kong native could pass on that. He leaves the indoor sports hall just as it is.   Just when Junhoe thought Jiwon is leaving as well, he collapses onto the rubber matted floor, clasping a hand over his swollen ankle.    Not being bound together yet, the pain that Jiwon felt through the unbind bond is just a fraction of what Junhoe is currently braving.    "Are you okay, you moron." Jiwon ambles back, hands in the pockets of his track pants.    Junhoe freezes, momentarily. He stops touching the sensitive blotch on his leg, maybe because he does not want Jiwon to keep poking his nose into his business.    "Yeah, I'm fine." Please be on your way now.   "Huh," Jiwon intentionally press a thumb on Junhoe's ankle. "Doesn't seem like it though."    Junhoe yelps at the sudden assault, "YAH!" Great, he thought Jiwon and him is kind of on good terms now, since Junhoe is trying to make up to the other boy. Apparently, not. His eyes get teary with each passing second. This is the worst.    "Admit it and I'll stop." Jiwon makes a deal with the younger. He is astringent about this matter. It is not that he wants to squash Junhoe's ego, but honestly, one has got to concede their weakness, be it willingly or not. At least, in Jiwon's opinion. Silence greets him in the most unwelcoming way. "I might have mistaken it then." Jiwon is smashing Junhoe's pride against his words. This time, he mercilessly palm the palpable swell.    "Fine! I sprained my ankle!" Junhoe screams, pain and badly damaged self-esteem accompanies him, hand in hand. "You don't have to be an about it."   "I have every right to." Jiwon chuckles, lowly. "We are going to the infirmary and this is final."    Everyone is in class, ready for the next lesson. Which means, nobody will see them like this. Junhoe climbs on Jiwon's back, involuntarily. Maybe Junhoe should not act like a smart aleck, then twisted ankle would be unnecessary. Karma is a , after all. Junhoe wind his arms around the older's neck.    "Don't keep it to yourself when you're hurt," Jiwon starts. He then ponders if he should continue. It is not like you'll lose a piece of flesh if you do, he tells himself. "Tell me and I'll do something."   For some reasons, he could not restrain himself from getting piss off when Junhoe is hurt. More so, when the rigid and also stupid to an unreasonable level boy, puts up a front. He just... Couldn't take it, you know?   Junhoe is red to the tips of his ears. He buries his blushing face. God, does this guy really have to? Junhoe opts to ignore Jiwon, which is not very successful, he has to say.    "Oh, now you wanna play this?" Jiwon's question blooms into peal of laughter. He turns his head sideway to see Junhoe hiding his face. "Haven't you lose enough?" He teases. Junhoe looks up, a pout evident.    The walk up the staircase is laborious, peculiarly, after a volleyball match. Jiwon's legs are straining. If Goo Junhoe is a company, he would lodge a complaint every single time. "Hi, I love you." He would write. Jiwon sniggers at his own joke, thinking, Oh my god, I'm so funny! Being the king of sass, Junhoe pinch and twist Jiwon's ear, "Yah, please be considerate and not smile. I need to wash my eyes because you're so ugly. God." He meant the opposite, really.    "You're starting to make me think that you're afraid of me sweeping your feet off the ground."    "Do you not have a mirror?" Junhoe scowls.    "Oh please, stop it!" Jiwon said, wearing his brightest smile. "I don't wanna know how handsome I am!"   "Wow, you really have no sense of shame." Junhoe claps slowly, pretending that as if he is truly amaze. "Why not you change your name to Shameless Kim instead? It fits no less than perfect!"   Jiwon and Junhoe quarrel like a married couple, without realising. They always manage to turn heads. But what do you expect, anyway? The two popular guys are hanging out. Whatever they do, separately or not, they have eyes on them. Their privacy in school, crease to exist.    The older continues to march up the stairs, sweat soaking his shirt. And then there is Goo Junhoe, enjoying his human mobile transportation, barely breaking a sweat.   "Someone is getting comfortable huh?" Jiwon said.   "P-Put me down then..." Junhoe trails off. In his memory, he did not ask Jiwon to do this. Heck, he prefers to be left alone. "I can walk."   "What did I say earlier?" Jiwon's voice suddenly turns cold. A shiver bolts down the younger's spine. Junhoe clampdowns his upper lip on his lower and it seems like, Jiwon is satisfied with it. He went back to that happy-go-lucky self, the one Junhoe fancy- The hell? "Good."    Jiwon greets the school's nurse, politely. Junhoe really has to hand it to Jiwon, he is so great at acting like a goody-two-shoes. The older takes the responsibility of explaining Junhoe's condition, capturing the lady's heart with his infamous eye-smile.    Sure, Jiwon is indeed a charmer. How could he forget that? And sure, Jiwon could have anyone. And the thing here is that, Jiwon likes him. More than a friend should. Often, Junhoe would hear rumours of Jiwon matches with who and who, if he and the other girl are an item or not. Trust him when he says, he is not mentioned. Being a social butterfly, is it only natural that Jiwon have so many love lines. A love between two guys is out of social-norm. Junhoe drags a heavy sigh. He feels that if he overthink, his skull will spilt into two. He stops it, all at once.   Junhoe's demand for himself is not meet. Not matter how he toss and turn, Princess Sleep refuses to come and knock on his door. Okay, hold up. It could be Princess Sleep found out that he is starting to fall (too hard) for Jiwon, pastes a 'gay' sticker on him and just, you know, never let him drift off to dreamland ever again. This could only mean one thing...   "H-Holy !" Junhoe shrieks, grabbing his left chest as if he is holding on to his dear life. Heartbeat thundering. He swears, another jump scare and his soul will leave his body. If it wasn't thanks to Jiwon, Junhoe would have gotten himself yet another injury. But then again, Kim Jiwon is the preliminary reason of why he is tipping off the cushioned bench, in the first place. Junhoe's reaction causes the older to chortle lightly.   "Aww, baby-" Mid sentence and Jiwon is down on the floor, body curling into a ball. Apparently, Junhoe gives the other boy a liver blow. Heh, bastard. Junhoe smirks, naughtily. "Woah, you're already down on your knees and ready to fetch me home?" Junhoe said. He kicks Jiwon by the rib with his bandaged foot. "Let's go then!" And he is on Jiwon's back, once more.    I'm falling in love with you, all over again. Jiwon thinks.   "How many times do I have to tell you to wipe off that stupid smile?"   x  

The first time Junhoe wakes up at three o'clock in the morning is when Jiwon is sick. Or so, he thought. The night is unusually warm and so is Jiwon. Skin so hot, Junhoe swears, he could almost see heat waves radiating off the boy beside him. 

  "Hey, what's wrong..." Junhoe mumbles, lethargically. He shakes Jiwon by the shoulder. All he could get from the older is a groan and that's that, nothing more.    "Jun-Junhoe ah..." Jiwon croaks out, shaking violently under covers. He looks at the already snoring boy through half-lidded eyes. Don't do it, Kim Jiwon. He clench the sheets tight, almost ripping them in the process. Don't. He gives himself a warning. Taking his beautiful ethereal soulmate in this state would be immoral of him, he argues with his inner self. This is not right. The solid fact that he is in this bed with Junhoe, barely a few inches between them, is because he swore that he would only turn Junhoe into his kind when the other gives him the green light. But then again, nothing ever make sense. Junhoe do not have a say in this issue, does he? Jiwon is still trembling, .    "Hmm?" Junhoe answers, eyes close. He snap them open when his fingers make accidental contact with Jiwon's cheek. It is only then, he realises how urgent the situation is. "Are you running a fever?" He sticks his palm on Jiwon's forehead, gingerly, checking the older boy's temperature. A second later, he is in a panic mode. Like a chicken with it's head chopped off, he went into a frenzy. "Get up, Jiwon. Get up!" Still. "C'mon!" Lifeless. Okay, this leaves him no choice. A smack in the face should do the trick and it does. Junhoe hauls Jiwon into a sitting posture, "Stay awake while I go to the kitchen to find some medicines. Worst comes to worst, I'll go to the nearest pharmacy. So meanwhile, don't doze off!" Jiwon replied with plaintive dry heaves.    Worried, Junhoe is foreign to this feeling. He never felt worried before, or even in the cas