(( A/N Hello again~ I now return you to the sad life of Junmyeon xD

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A/N Edit~
Bonded pairs so far:
Romantic~
BaekYeol
KaiSoo

Platonic~
ChanSoo
SuLay))

Chapter Eight:
When I First Met You, I Was so Stunned my Head went Blank

 

Junmyeon didn’t play for several days after, didn’t even touch his laptop, because of the midterm exams that snuck up on him. He finished the last of four, sighing and stretching before he put his supplies away and handed in his exam, heading back to Yixing and his apartment. He was a little too tired to deal with Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s antics, and as the door closed behind him he leaned back against it and closed his eyes, tempted to just lie in the doorway.

Eventually he pushed himself from the door, sliding off his shoes before entering their room and setting his bag beside his desk. Pulling his chair back, he opened his laptop and turned it on, sitting down in his chair and checking his phone while it waited for it to start up. Once the StarCraft screen came up to have him sign in he set his phone to the side and vaguely wondered if danshing-machine had tried to message him contact him for more battles. His curiosity was extinguished when his eyes trailed to the message icon. 4 new messages. He clicked the icon, surprised to see that three of them were from the person in question.

-hey we should get together for another battle! :3

-i hope your friend didn’t get too upset about the other day

-he didn’t make you quit or anything, did he?

Junmyeon smiled a little as he clicked on the other’s username and a dropdown menu gave him the option to send a message.

Guardian-Junmyeon> Sorry about disappearing, I had some mid-term exams that snuck up on me. Yixing didn’t make me stop playing, and he’s okay now.

He minimized the game to check his email, but the game’s icon in his task bar flashed the moment his browser opened. He brought the game screen back up, more than surprised that the other had already replied.

Danshing-machine> I was starting to think he’d stolen your laptop

Junmyeon laughed, shaking his head as he replied.

Guardian-Junmyeon> No, he isn’t the type to do that. I just haven’t had time to get on.

Danshing-machine> didn’t have time to get on to keep your friend from worrying that your roommate might be plotting my murder?

Guardian-Junmyeon> He’s not going to murder you

Danshing-machine> yeah, yeah

hey, do you have kakao? that way we can still talk when you get too busy to play.

Guardian-Junmyeon> Kakao?

Danshing-machine> you’re pretty hopeless, aren’t you? X3

Junmyeon frowned at the screen and it deepened at the next message.

Dashing_machine> aw, are you pouting now?

Guardian_Junmyeon> Why am I friends with you again?

Danshing-machine> i dunno, maybe you’re some kind of masochist

He covered his face while he tried to think of a reply, peaking through his fingers and regretting reading the next line.

Danshing-machine> wait

you totally are, aren’t you?

Guardian-Junmyeon> What’s this Kakao thing

Danshing-machine> nice segway

it’s a messaging app. download it and tell me your ID

Junmyeon rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone to pull up his app store, searching for and downloading the app. After following the instructions he turned back to the chat box.

Guardian-Junmyeon> I’m Suho_Jun

Danshing-machine> what’s with this whole guardian complex? X3
 

Junmyeon glared at the screen while his phone buzzed and the app icon showed in his notification bar. He added the other, closing is laptop as he switched to the app.

Suho_Jun> I don’t have a guardian complex

ChenChen> Keep telling yourself that

Junmyeon found himself talking to the other more and more, starting with the other telling him tricks about the game but he started to learn more about the other. Such as how they were both in school, but ‘Chen’ was a year behind him and wasn’t looking to complete a degree.
 

Suho_Jun> When are you going to tell me your actual name?

ChenChen> When I decide that you’re not some creepy old man

Suho_Jun> I’m only a year older than you!

ChenChen> So you say

Junmyeon felt a smile creep onto his face and he shook his head.

Suho_Jun> You’re so weird.

ChenChen> And yet you can’t get enough of me

Suho_Jun> Has anyone told you that you’re cocky?

ChenChen> Oh I’m very cocky

Suho_Jun> …

ChenChen> So, when is your computer coming back from the repair shop?

Suho_Jun> I should hear back the beginning of next week, so hopefully the day after. Being an English major without a working laptop is not a fun game to play.

ChenChen> And here I thought you were getting it fixed so you could play more games with me.

Suho_Jun> In your dreams.

ChenChen> Trust me, if you were in a dream of mine, we’d be playing a completely different game.
 

Junmyeon felt a blush start across his cheeks and he swallowed hard.

“Yah, Junmyeon-Hyung. What’s with this latest attachment to your phone?” He looked up, becoming re-aware of the fact that he wasn’t alone, and was instead sitting at the lunch table Yixing had gotten him to join. He opened his mouth to reply to Chanyeol, when the soft ‘kakao’ notification sounded again.

“I’m talking to a friend.”

“You have friends other than Yixing-hyung?” Baekhyun laughed and Junmyeon looked back down at his phone.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He deadpanned not getting the chance to read Chen’s reply as his phone was plucked out of his hand. He looked to Baekhyun, who was trying to unlock the device. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, reaching for his phone as Baekhyun moved away.

“I wanna scope out this new friend who’s making you bush~”

“Baekhyun, give it back!” Junmyeon said, trying to stand his ground.

“Careful Baekhyunnie, he’s got his authoritative voice goin’on.” Chanyeol chimed.

“I’m serious you two!” Junmyeon snapped, following after Baekhyun and he ran around to the other side of the table “Give me my phone back.”

“Why~ I just wanna see what he set you.”

“No!”

“Is it dirty?” Baekhyun gasped and Chanyeol burst out in laughter, he flush spreading across Junmyeon’s cheeks only fuel to the two jokesters. He started after Baekhyun again, who in turn hurried to the other side, taking Junmyeon’s seat beside Yixing. “Hyung, what’s it like learning that your roommate is a huge ert, reading dirty messages in public? Right beside you even,” He asked, using the mobile as a microphone, tilting it towards the blond who had started laughing in response.

“Byun Baekhyun!” Junmyeon snapped, making a grab for the phone as he stood on the other side of Yixing. Baekhyun pulled the phone away and it slipped from his hand, five pairs of eyes watching the device bounce off the floor a couple times; the back and battery separated from the rest of it as it was stopped by a collision with the wall. They all stared in silence for a few moments, Chanyeol being the first to move and retrieve it, cringing at the spider web like crack that was now the entirety of the phone’s screen. He made his way to Junmyeon, hesitantly offering the pieces to the blond.

“Oh my god…. Hyung, I-I’m so sorry!” Baekhyun stood, moving to examine the device, paling at the state it was in.

“It’s… It’s fine Baek. You didn’t mean to.”

“I’ll pay for the repair, a-and I know of a really high quality repair store. My friend told me that his mobile got ran over and they were able to get everything transferred onto a new phone, and it was done in less than an hour,” He stammered.

“I have a class in half an hour.”

“Perfect, I can take it and get it back to you by the time your class is over-”

“Baekhyun-hyung, you’re supposed to be at the dorm in an hour, remember?” Kyungsoo pointed out. “Your mom is picking you up for a weekend at home,” He added and Baekhyun cringed. He pulled out his own mobile, scrolling through his contact before holding it to his ear.

“Jonghyun! Emergency, what was the name of the phone repair shop you were telling me about?” He asked, pausing before reaching out towards Chanyeol. The black haired male pulled out a notebook and pen, sliding then across the table in response to the silent request, and Baekhyun scribbled down the name and address. “Thanks Jonghyun,” He said before ending the call and pocketing his mobile.

“As soon as you know how much it’ll cost, tell me and I’ll pay you back Monday.” Baekhyun said, offering the piece of paper he tore out of the notebook, and Junmyeon’s expression softened as he took it.

“Alright,” He agreed with a sigh. “I’ll see you at home Yixing,” He said, grabbing his bag and heading from the table.

By the time he had found the store after class it was closed, and there was a sign on the door saying it would be closed the next day. Junmyeon had half a mind to go somewhere else. But the image of Baekhyun’s desperation to make up for what he had done had him making his way back to the store two days later, taking a ticket and waiting for the number on it to be called.

“Now helping guest 247 at counter 3,” A voice over the intercom called and he stood, taking his mobile to the counter to explain what had happened. The black haired girl on the other side of the counter wrote down what he told her, then put the pieces of his phone in a plastic bag. She placed a sticker on the bag, slipping the notes she had written about the phone inside before zipping it closed and writing on a slip that she offered him.

“Check back in about 45 minutes,” She said, pointing to the monitor above the counter. “The number on your card will be under one of the numbered rows once it’s been fixed. Just had the tech that slip and they’ll have your fixed phone,” She explained. He offered his thanks, leaving the store to wander around rather than sit in the store for near an hour. When he returned the monitor said he was to go to counter 6, but someone was already standing at it so he took a seat. Luckily the person left the counter shortly, and he made his way to the counter, focus instantly on the cat like curl of the tech’s lips.

“Can I get your number?” The brown haired male asked, leaning forward over his crossed arms that were resting against the counter and Junmyeon stared at him for a moment, mouth going dry.

“I-What?”

“Your number,” He repeated reaching out to point to the slip in Junmyeon’s hand. He looked down at it before quickly offering it to the other. The brown haired male leaned back, looking at the slip before he stood from his chair. “One minute,” He said before walking away from the counter, disappearing through a doorway. Junmyeon found himself fidgeting a little while he waited, though he was able to read the name tag the other wore as he came back. Jongdae, who was messing with Junmyeon’s phone as he sat back in the chair.

“So that’s why you haven’t been replying,” Junmyeon’s eyebrows knitted together and Jongdae looked up at his confused expression. “You really are hopeless.”

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, once he found his voice.

“I’m danshing machine. And by extension- ChenChen.”

“…What?” Junmyeon’s eyes widened as he stared at the pleased expression on Jongdae’s face, his kitty-curls growing.

“Yeah, we go to the same school,” Jongdae rested his chin in the palm of his hand, laughing at the shocked look Junmyeon knew was on his face. “We’re also next-door neighbors,” He added when the blond reached out for his pone causing him to freeze. “You know, you should really turn the volume down when you watch ,” He mused, turning the repaired phone in his other hand. He looked up at the dark blush that was quickly spreading from Junmyeon’s cheeks down his neck. “It didn’t sound like good quality. If you want a better site, I could recommend a few,” He suggested and Junmyeon turned around, hurrying out of the store. Jongdae looked at the mobile he was still turning in his hand.

“3… 2…1.” And as if on cue the blond was at his counter again, hastily taking his phone back and holding out his credit card to the laughing brunet.


 

(( A/N So in looking through songs from the playlist to title this chapter there was actually a part that is connected to stuff in later chapters, and now Angel and I have a tally board of what ships have caused me to shead legit tears(happy, sad, confused, ect) and how many times

I am curious if anyone pays attention to the songs I link for the chapters, and more so if you can tell who's pov the lyrics titles are from ))