o6. Saturday Mornings

"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you."

-Elbert Hubbard

Youngjae

I pressed my fingers over my mouth, trying to cover up the sheer unattractiveness as I yawned quite loudly. society and it’s standards and ‘social etiquette’, I’ll yawn as loud as I want to and as obnoxiously as I feel like it, so you can stop staring you old ahjumma.

AJ and I ended up getting practically no studying done at all yesterday and I couldn’t help but thank the heavens that I didn’t have some unfortunate Saturday class to attend, because damnit I was tired.

But food came before sleep and seeing as I hadn’t had much of a chance to get anything this past week with catching up on school, I figured the small little convenience store would be my best bet. I mean, it’s not like I needed a ton of my roommate had a decent amount of food stashed away in our little dorm and there was always the cafeteria when I actually got hungry, but my roommate’s choice of ramen , as did his choice of drink, and general choice of snacks.

So here I am, wasting money to buy junk that I really didn’t need… but I wanted it, so it all, I’ll get it.

I glanced up at the boards hanging above the aisles, finding the one I needed before turning down it and scanning the shelves. I narrowed my eyes slightly at the worker that was currently stocking the shelves and eased my way around him so that I could get to the ramen I liked that happened to be right beside him.

Something seemed really familiar though, and I really felt like I couldn’t place it. Don’t you just hate when that happens, you can feel the tiny bit of information right in the front of your brain, teasing you to remember, but the closer you get to it, the farther it seems to get until you’ve thought to hard and it’s just gone forever and you know you’ll never remember it…

… , I’m staring now—“Oh! That’s it!”

The brunette next to me nearly dropped the box that was balanced in his hands as he looked over at me, startled at my outburst.

His fringe was hanging in his eyes, and the whole lower half of his face was covered in a plain black mask but as he turned to stare at me, I could definitely tell that I was right.

“You’re in some of my classes, right?” I said, “Uhm…” Out of habit, I snapped my fingers a little. C’mon brain, don’t fail me now. You were just complaining about him yesterday...

“Daehyun, right?”

Daehyun set the box down onto the ground, standing back up and pinching the front of his mask, pulling it ever so slightly away from his face, “Yeah, good to know you remembered my name at least…”

I could hear the smirk in his voice, even though his face was still hidden. Ulgh, I hate when people smirk, it’s like I can already hear their thoughts of them thinking they know more than me. I don’t know why I associate smirks with that… Ulgh, I shouldn’t have said anything now that I think about it. He’s staring again. I should just get my and leave, its bad enough I have to put up with the feeling of his eyes on me during class, but I’m on my own time. Why did I bring this upon myself?

“Why are you wearing a mask, anyways…” I asked. Good going, Youngjae, you’re supposed to be getting your stuff and leaving, not making conversation.

“Uhm, mostly because—“

Daehyun’s eyes focused on something behind me, and I turned just in time to see another customer sneeze into his hand, half wiping it on his jeans before reaching up onto the shelf to grab something down. He paused to read the label before he put it back on the shelf and walked away.

Ew.

Gross. Oh my god, that’s really gross. Why would someone do that—“Oh my god…” I tossed the ramen packet that had been in my hands back onto the shelf as though it were on fire, but, then again, it might as well have been. How many people a day sneezed onto their hand and touched in here. What if someone had coughed all over that particular pack of ramen? What if they had the flu… what if they were like dying of some highly contagious disease and they rubbed it all over the package of ramen just out of spite.

I really wish that I wouldn’t have seen that. “Ulgh, people are disguestinggg~” I whined out of pure habit, digging into my pocket to pull out the small bottle that was in there. I squirted a decent amount of Germ-X into my palm, scrubbing my skin with it was I glared back at where the man had put back the now offensive and disgusting product. I didn’t want to shop here anymore.

Just… ew.

Daehyun

I watched Youngjae with mild amusement as he scrubbed off his hands with the antibacterial hand wash. “Are you that afraid of germs, Youngjae?”

He looked over at me in surprise, “What? No way… I’m not afraid of anything.”

“Really now, the way you threw that ramen back makes me believe otherwise…” I said, a smirk pulling at my lips as he pouted at me.

“I’m not afraid of germs.” Youngjae said defensively, crossing his arms.

“Uh-huh… then what’s up with the germ-x?”

“I… uh… I just like to keep my hands clean so I don’t get sick. You can’t judge me! You are wearing a mask!”

I blinked a few times, “I’m not wearing it because of that, per say. It gets cold in here and it makes my throat hurt, and I have to keep my throat in good condition to sing…”

Youngjae pursed his lips, turning away from me as he looked back at the ramen.

I couldn’t help but continue to watch him, “If you’re not afraid of germs, you should go over there and straighten up what he messed up…” I challenged.

Youngjae turned back to me, a mortified look on his face, “You want me to touch what he rubbed his nasty, snot covered hands all over?”

I nodded simply and Youngjae let out a heavy scoff, stomping off down the aisle to where the man had been. I honestly thought he really would reach up at straight up the product on the shelf, but at the last second he shied away from it, making a whining noise as he rushed back over to the ramen.

“Oh my god, ew… I actually almost did it… that’s gross… oh my god, just… ulgh…”

I laughed, shaking my head as I bent down and picked back up my box. “You need to go to aisle two, Germaphobe.”

Youngjae glared at me, “I’m not a germaphobe!”

“Uh-huh… You’re almost out of germ-x…”

“I—uhm…” He pouted as he looked down at the bottle and swished about the last little bits at the bottom. “So what… I can just buy more...”

“Like I said… Aisle two.”

“Later! I’ll buy it later. I don’t have to have it.” Youngjae’s cheeks were an adorable pink as he ducked his head down, hiding his face within his scarf.

“Yeah okay…”

Youngjae reached up, generally grabbing the packet of ramen had had been looking at earlier. “Jerk…” he mumbled, bumping his foot against mine in a sort of cute, aegyo way of kicking. “You said aisle two, right?”

I smiled as I looked at him, nodding my head.

Maybe he could sense that I was about to say something because he held up a finger at me, “Nah, uh, I dun wanna hear it.” He said, a pout still pulling at his lips and his cheeks still flushed pink.

I shook my head as he walked away; there was still a lot to Youngjae I had yet to figure out.

Yongguk

I’m often told that I sound like an angry bear when I groan in annoyance, and today more than ever, I had to agree with it. My inaudible mumbling wasn’t enough to urge Jieun out of the bed next to me, so I had to drag myself up and shuffle through the house with barely open eyes myself as I stopped at the front door and yanked it open. “What.” I snapped, squinting in the morning light to glare at the male standing in the doorway.

“Good morning to you, Guk…” Himchan squeezed past me into my apartment without even waiting for me to invite him in, let out at least move out of his way.

I groaned again as I let the door fall shut and I made pathetic whining noises all the way into the kitchen where Himchan was once more poking and prodding at my coffee maker. I didn’t even like coffee, not really. Maybe if I threw it out, he’d stop coming to my place at such ungodly hours?

“What the hell do you want now, Himchan?” I mumbled, flopping into my seat at the table as I rested my head onto the wooden top.

“Me and Jongup had yesterday…” Himchan said, setting a coffee cup in front of me as he sat down with his own, excitement clear on his face.

“Unn, good for you…” I sarcastically pumped my fist.

“Ulgh, Yongguk, be a bit more excited for me, please!”

“Why the hell should I… you have all the time, and you’ve been doing it for years now… it is nothing new…”

“Uullllggg, Bang Yongguk, please!!” Himchan whined, tipping his head back as he ran his hands through his hair before looking back at me, “Like, I had legit with Jongup, and it was mind blowing, and I went back to his place afterwards, and we even took a shower together—“

“Chan, I really really don’t want to know all this… can’t you gush to your mum about all this?”

Himchan shook his head, “Ew, no, I don’t want to tell Umma I was out having yesterday…”

I stared at Himchan, “Really? Really, Chan? Your mother knows you have , she knows you have it practically every day… she hides condoms in your room!! Hell, she hides condoms in MY room!”

Himchan smirked, “She just doesn’t want any BangSong babies running around…” He said and I very nearly reached over and hit him.

He had a point though… no one needed little kids running about and Himchan’s mum was scary good with getting the good condoms, and wow this is even more awkward the more I even think about it. I sat up straight, glaring at my arguable friend. Seriously. I was about to kick him out of the friend circle if he didn’t quit waking me up so god damn early. “Himchan. If you are so excited over having with Jongup and staying over at his house, why don’t you go back to his place… have some more ??” I said.

“Oh… he had dance practice today…” Himchan said, picking up his coffee mug and blowing gently on the liquid before taking a sip.

“At… Oh my god, you ing woke me up at 8 in the morning?” I groaned.

Himchan nodded his head, “Yeah… I don’t have class today, and neither do you, so I thought we could hang out for a little bit…” Himchan looked up and to the door way as Jieun made her way into the kitchen. Her teal hair was still straight on one side, but completely ed up on the other and she had yet to open her eyes as she went for the coffee cup that Himchan had set out for her.

“I swear to god, Himchan… if you keep waking us up like this, I’m going to up everything you love…” She mumbled, shuffling over to the table and flopping into the seat next to me as she cracked her eyes open to look at Himchan.

I laughed a little, reaching over and straitening her hair, trying to work out the knots in the sleep-tangled strands. “Good morning…”

“Mmm…” She turned to me and smiled, “Would have been if chan here knew what noon meant.”

I grinned, “Next time we’ll scare him off with really loud …”

Himchan looked disgusted as he stared at us over his coffee mug, “Oh my god, ew, no thank you!” He said, setting down his cup, “Geez, you two are so mean to me! Don’t you know you’re supposed to be polite to company!”

I cut a glare at Himchan, “We didn’t even invite you over!”

Himchan shrugged, “You know you two enjoy my presence…” He said. “Oh, but I tried to call Daehyun earlier… he wasn’t picking up…” He pouted a little.

I rubbed the side of my head, “Doesn’t he work on Saturdays?”

“Oh… I forgot…” Himchan grinned just a little, “How’s it going with him, by the way… has he gotten any yet?”

Jieun laughed at this, “I’m sorry, that’s just a funny thought… Guk here gave him some ty advice and he’s been leaving terrible pick up lines for the poor kid…”

I shrugged, “It worked for Ga-in and Narsha?”

“That’s because those two are dorks anyways…” Jieun said, grinning, “but I was talking with Narsha who has a class with Hyuna, and Hyuna was saying that Hyunseung is always telling her about how he hears, uhm, I think Youngjae is his name, complaining to AJ and Eli about how he’s going to murder who ever has been leaving the notes…”

Himchan nodded his head, “I wouldn’t blame him one bit… Daebutt is terrible with grease… I should stop by his place later and give him some real advice.”

I pouted at this, “My advice was real!” I picked up my coffee, careful not to burn my tongue with the hot liquid, “Besides, Daehyun shouldn’t just be trying to get into his pants; he should get to know him first.”

“Eh, semantics… sometimes you just have to get out there and do the nasty…” Himchan said. “Anyways, thanks for the coffee you two! I’ve gotta go! I’ll talk to you later!” Himchan put his now empty mug into the sink before all but skipping out of the apartment.

After the front door shut, Jieun and I sat in silence for a few minutes.

“The just woke us up at 8 in the morning and left, didn’t he?”

“Yup.”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“… Yup.”

I cracked a smile and jumped up from my seat, racing Jieun down the hallway as we took off for the bedroom.

… maybe we missed the opportunity to bother Himchan, but really loud morning is a great way to get back at neighbors for playing their ridiculous music until nearly 2 am, don’t you think?

Himchan

After I had left Yongguk’s and Jieun’s place, I had wandered around a bit aimlessly before finding my way home again. With it being Saturday and all, my dad was home from work so both him and my mum were in the living room, relaxing on the couch while watching some drama on the television.

“Oh, you’re home quite late today, Himchannie…” My mum got up from the couch, following me into the kitchen. “Here, sit~ sit~” She insisted, pushing me over to the kitchen table and making me sit down, “I’ll make you breakfast!”

I narrowed my eyes, “Umma, I’m not going to give you details.”

My mum nodded quickly, “oh yes you are, Channie~ who were you out so late with last night~” She asked, grinning at me as she opened the fridge and pulled out the eggs. “Was it some pretty girl? No wait, that adorable boy down the street, right?”

“No, Umma, oh my god, why are you so interested~” I whined. My mum had always been like this, which was both a blessing and a curse. Yongguk had been right earlier, she was the kind of mother to honest to god buy condoms in bulk and leave them just sitting in my room because she understood I slept around a lot and she was surprisingly okay with it. As was my dad, which was weird.

My parents were weird, I don’t know. They were perfectly okay with me sleeping around with people and generally just screwing around through life, but… they liked to be included. They liked to know who I went out with and what I thought, and my mum was generally awesome with advice and my dad actually had a pretty good eye for fashion and would often help me pick out what to wear when I was trying to attract certain people (then again, he was the CEO of a high end designer store, so, that’s to be expected with him).

My mum hummed patiently, waiting for me to finally spill all the details, and eventually I did, hopping up from the chair to cross the kitchen and take a seat up on the counter as she made me breakfast. “Okay, so I was out with Jongup again…”

“Oh? Really?” She looked up at me in surprise, “Didn’t you stay the night with him earlier this week… then you two went out on that date, right?”

I nodded my head, “Yeah… well, I stayed over at his place again last night… In fact… I’ve been hanging out with him all week… it’s weird…”

My mum nodded her head, “Yeah, it is… You’re not going to friend zone him like you did to poor Daehyunnie, are you?”

I shook my head, “I don’t think I will… I mean… we actually hooked up yesterday… then we went over to his house and you already know that I stayed the night obviously…”

My mum smirked at me, “Oh… so now you’re sleeping around out in public…”

“Ulgggh, Umma!!”

“What, I am just saying, Channie! You know our rules… if you get arrested for public indecency, you’re staying the night in jail.”

I pouted, “So mean to me, Umma… we weren’t like, actually in public… so it’s fine…”

“Okay okay, but, tell me more about Jongup~” She scooped the eggs out of the frying pan and moved on to cook some bacon.

“I don’t know, Umma… what do you want to hear??”

“Anything… what are you thinking about when I mention his name?”

I pouted my lips, leaning back against the cabinets behind me as I rested my head upon the wood. “I don’t know, Umma… like… his hair is really nice, it’s a soft brown and he always styles it up, but I don’t know what hair product he uses because his hairs really soft… his eyes are brown too, and like… Umma, I don’t know it’s hard to not just stand in front of him and just stare into his eyes… he’s kinda quiet sometimes and I can tell he’s thinking about something but it’s hard to tell what he’s even thinking of…” I watched my mum as she moved the first piece of bacon onto the plate and started on another piece. “He’s a bit 4D too, and he’s always doing really stupid things when we hang out, and he’s a bit awkward at times, but Jongup’s always smiling too…” I sighed a bit, “He’s smile is amazing, Umma… you should see it. Like, it’s way better then Yongguk’s and I know that you have a soft spot for Yongguk’s smile, don’t deny it. I swear, Jongup’s could cure cancer…”

“You should invite him over for dinner. Tonight. I’ll cook something.”

I nearly fell off the counter, “What?!”

“Invite him over…” My mum smiled up at me as she held the plate out to me. “I want to meet this boy that’s finally managed to get my sons heart.”

I blushed lightly, “Umma, I am not crushing on him… he’s just… cool…” I mumbled, taking the plate and hopping off the counter to sit at the table to eat.

“Mhmm…  if you say so…” She turned off the stove, leaving the kitchen to go back into the living room to probably tell my dad everything I told her (in her own, exaggerated words, mind you).

Instead, I could hear her voice clear as day as she simply told my dad “Channie’s in love~~”

Well. .

Ta-dah~ chapter 6!! So i have to go into work, in... erm... like 5 hours? haha, I should be sleeping but I digress. I slept all day and I don't like sleeping through the night because i work nights and ulgh, you all understand, right?

I moved some stuff around in my plot work, so this is different then what I originally had planned but, I'm happy with how it came out. Isn't as long as I wanted it to be but, eh. Also, although the original scene between Jae and Dae was already planned out to happen... curse you Jess for making Youngjae into a germ freak, XD you give me to many feels.

And yes, Bang and Jieun got it on. No i probably won't write out any of their . I don't know how to write out het, unfortunantly, I mean, I do, but it is terribly akward and really forced and if i'm having enough troubles writing out gay in first person, i don't even want to try to write het. Sorry for anyone that might have wanted it.

Also. I love Himchan's mother. It may seem weird how... all into Himchan's buisness his parents are, but, it's actually... pretty normal. I'm nothing like Himchan, but the portrayal of his mother is much how my own acts. She's pretty easy going and we have a lot of conversations. Oh! and the thing.... XD there was this one time my older sister got a ton of condoms ((idk how don't ask)) and as a joke, she orgainized them in the shape of a huge on my mums bed. That's where the idea came from ((minus the )).

Cuddles,
Lynn