Getting In your Pants 1
Title: Getting In Your Pants 1/?
Genre: Comedy/Romance(possibly)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Lee Junho's life is anything but perfect. His girlfriend has just left him, his boss is threatening to fire him(while performing sexual harassment with his eyes) and now some kid (well not a kid) has just put a hole in his $800 pants! Junho knows this kid is going to be nothing but trouble in his life but will he let him stay by his side? Of course he will, because this boy owes him a new pair of pants.
Author's Notes: I'm trying another ChanHo fic, I have no idea how it is going to turn out or even how the end is... But please enjoy anyways!! I swear I've got too many fics going at once... This one isn't even on the list... DEDICATING THIS FIC TO kanashimi_desu BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, Not in Love wouldn't have been so popular ;P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Lee Junho tapped his pen against his keyboard. He wasn't even sure why he had a pen when he had been using his computer all day.
He decided to drop it, letting it roll around. He straightened his back, throwing his arms into the air and stretching.
Crack.
“Well that didn't sound good.”
Kim Junsu, a co-worker, said as he passed by Junho's cubicle.
“I haven't moved from this desk all day.”
Junsu rested his chin on the wall of the cubicle. “Work is almost over today, isn't it? Can you last?”
Junho's lip twitched. “I might.”
The boy standing reached in, about to pat Junho on the head when a strict voice caused him to pause.
“Mr. Kim! Get back to work!”
Junsu sighed, rolling his eyes. “Back to work.”
“Mr. Lee! I need you in my office right now!”
“Yes sir!” Junho jumped up.
“Watch your ass.” Junsu chuckled.
Junho was ready to kick the taller co-worker if not for the fact that their boss still had an eye on them. He straightened out his clothes as he stepped into the office.
“Excuse me.” He said as stood in front of the large wooden desk.
“Mr. Lee, have you finished that document I asked for?”
“A-almost done, sir.”
His boss rubbed his temple. “When will it be done Mr. Lee? We're on a tight deadline. We don't have time for screw ups!”
Junho jumped as the man slammed his hand against the desk.
“Do you understand?!”
“Y-yes sir.”
“Good! Get back to work.”
Junho nodded. “Yes sir.”
He kept tight lipped as he left the office, swiftly walking back to his protective box and hiding in it. It was then that his mind let out all it's unspoken profanities.
The sudden vibrates of his phone startled Junho as he flipped it open. It was a text message.
'I can't meet you for dinner. I think we should break up, jerk. I hope you have a nice life in your cubicle asshole. Have a nice life.
With no love, Mi-Cha'
Junho slammed down his phone. He knew this was coming when his so-called girlfriend had went and spent most of his money on clothes, shoes and jewelry the day before. He was just glad they didn't live together. He was also thankful that he never spent any money that he had made so most of it, of which he kept in a safe at home, was still locked away and free from grubby ex-girlfriend hands.
He sighed, resting his head in his hands. If it cost him $3,500 to get rid of the bitch, then it was worth every penny.
He bit his lip. 'Since when was Mi-Cha a bitch?'
Junho shook his head. Everyone cursed and name-called when people made them angry, but was it right? Was it appropriate to call this girl such a horrible thing? Sure they had their ups and downs, but how was it any different from anyone else?
'She's a bitch.'
He nodded as he looked up his credit card bill online. She had still spent $3,500 of his money without asking and all on herself.
Knock knock on his cubicle wall.
“Yah...” Junsu whispered. “Are you working or wasting time?”
Junho leaned over his chair. “Yah... What business is it of yours?”
“Tch. I'm just trying to save your huge ass before you...” Junsu looked up, closing his mouth.
He turned around, trying to look busy. Junho slowly sat up.
“Almost done Mr. Lee?”
Junho swallowed. “A-almost sir.”
“Almost doesn't cut it Mr. Lee. If you don't finish this by the end of the day, you can pack up your things and leave. For good.”
“Y-yes sir.”
He swiveled in his chair, setting his fingers on the keys. He took a deep breath before he let his fingers take over the keyboard.
The buzzer finally went off as Junho typed the last word, hitting the period button and clicking “PRINT”.
Knock knock
“Come in.”
“Excuse me sir, I've finished the documents you requested.”
The boss put out his hand and Junho gave him the papers. The man briefly flipped through them and set them down on his desk.
“That will do for now Mr. Lee. You may go now.”
“Yes sir.” Junho bowed, walking out of the office.
He glanced back as he walked out, catching his boss's eyes as they followed his ass out of the room.
“That's got to be sexual harassment.”
“What is? Was Boss Man staring at your ass again?”
Junho glared at Junsu as they stood at close quarters in the elevator.
The taller boy raised his brows. “Oh ho ho, so he was. Maybe you should file for sexual harassment.”
“He hasn't touched me... Or said anything to me yet.”
“It's still harassment... Unless you're waiting for him to do something.”
The smaller boy elbowed Junsu.
They shuffled out of the elevator along with fellow businessmen and women as the doors opened to the first floor.
“See you tomorrow Junho. Let's have another fun filled day.” Junsu said with fake enthusiasm.
Junho sighed as he stepped out of the building. “Same shit, different day.”
At least he thought the days changed, as far as he knew, he could have been living the same week, the same day, over and over again.
He walked down the concrete steps of the office and stepped onto the sidewalk. He kept his eyes on his shoes and scoffed. There was a dirt on his nice, black office shoes.
As he bent down to clean it off, someone ran into him and knocked him over. He cursed as his black suit met the dirty ground. Now Junho wasn't a stiff, nor was he a stickler to keep anything squeaky clean but he didn't have a lot of money to be spending it on expensive suits, at his boss's request.
“I-I'm so sorry!”
Junho glared as his eyes followed up long, jean covered legs, passed a white hoodie, layered with a black dress coat to a baby faced boy. His fingers wrapped around the strap of his backpack as his other hand was offered out to Junho.
He sighed as he took the boy's hand. The stranger almost pulled him right off his feet, startling Junho with his strength.
“Sorry I knocked you over. I wasn't paying attention.”
Junho had to double take. Not being able to notice from the ground but when he stood, this other boy towered over him. Now that he had a better look at him, Junho realized that he was standing with college kid.
“Mister?”
“Hm? What is it?”
“Are you okay? You seem kind of... Dazed.”
“Fine. I'm just...” Junho went to pat down his pants when he gasped.
His eye went wide as they spotted a hole through the knee of his pants.
“Aiish! Son of a bitch!”
“I'm so sorry! I-I'll buy you a new pair!”
Junho's lips thinned as he stretched them. “Do you have a job?”
“I-I do.”
“Is it a good paying one?”
“Y-yes?”
“These pants are $800.”
The tall boy's eyes widened. “T-that's more than one of my paychecks.”
Junho sighed. He hated to admit it but it was more than one of his own as well.
“T-that's more than my rent... A-and utilities.”
“It's expensive.”
“W-why do you have pants this expensive?”
Junho raised a brow. “Because I work for an expensive company. I don't think you'd get away with wearing what your wearing in my office.”
“Y-your office?” The taller boy's eyes got wider. “I... Of course I wouldn't be allowed... I'm just in college.”
“So how do you plan on paying me back?”
“Um I could... Take you out for a drink?”
Junho narrowed his eyes. “How is that going to help my pants?”
“I...” The tall boy lowered his head.
“A drink is fine.. It'll do... For now.”
Hell, a drink would more than do. Mi-Cha had just dumped him, his boss threatened to fire him and some asshole just put a hole in his expensive pants. A drink would be perfect.
Junho tapped his fingers along the table. The giant college student sat across from him, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
“So, what's your name?”
“Hm? Oh, it's Chansung. Hwang Chansung.”
“Ah, how old are you Chansung?”
“I'm 21.”
Junho's eyes widened. “I'm sorry, how old are you?”
“T-twenty-one.”
Junho hiccuped.
“U-um, can I ask your name and... Age?”
“My name's Lee Junho.” He coughed as he said his age.
“I-I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.”
As another shot was brought to him, Junho gulped it down. “I'm 21.” He wheezed.
“Oh... And you already work in an office? An expensive one too.”
Junho smirked. It seemed this boy had the impression that he was a smart businessman. He downed another drink as he wondered if he should bother telling Chansung that it was through a friend that he got his job.
The taller boy's sudden fidget caught his attention. “U-um, have you had enough now?”
Junho raised a brow, feeling a little tipsy. “Have you ever drank before?”
Chansung shook his head.
“Oh really?” His words slurred. “And you're a college kid...”
“We don't all drink.”
Junho swallowed. “Then you don't know what's enough. One more!”
Chansung itched his neck. Another 20 minutes rolled by as Junho ordered more drinks.
“Getting antsy?” Junho asked, pressing his cheek against the table top.
“M-mm.. I don't have that much money on me.”
The small boy laughed. “Then why didn't you say so! Stupid... I would've stopped ordering drinks then.”
“A-are you done then?”
“For now.” Junho groaned.
“B-bill please!”
Junho exhaled as they stood outside, Chansung fidgeting with his wallet, imagining moths nesting in it as the drunken boy stole all his money.
“Man it gets cold out here late at night.” Junho pulled his coat closed. “I can see my breath.”
“Hey Junho, where do you live?”
“Hm? I live in Oksu-Dong...” Junho babbled a number. “Why?”
“I don't think it's safe for you to walk home.”
“I'll be fine.” Junho waved it off, leaning over a little too much and falling into Chansung.
“Let's take a cab.”
The smaller boy's lip twitched. “Fine”
Stupid job. Stupid girlfriend, well ex. Stupid Chansung.
Chansung helped him into the car, sitting next to him in the middle seat. Junho huffed, why did he have to sit so close.
His eyelids started to grow heavy, his head lightly bobbing. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
Chansung felt the smaller boy's head hit his shoulder. The taller boy slid down the seat, letting Junho's head lay comfortably against him.
“Hey... Hey we're here.” Chansung shook Junho.
The smaller boy groaned, keeping his eyes closed.
“Yah... Wake up.”
When Chansung moved, Junho fell over onto the seat. The taller boy sighed. He slid Junho out of the car, hunching over and letting the smaller boy fall on to his back.
“I'll be right back.” Chansung grunted to the cab driver.
Carrying Junho up the stairs was a lot easier than Chansung imagined. He did it with ease as he finally reached the smaller boy's door.
“Junho?”
“Mm...”
“Keys?”
“Pocket...” Junho whispered in his ear.
The taller boy shivered as the smaller boy's hot breath tickled his ear. His hands moved around, trying to find Junho's pockets but he found his ass as he accidentally squeezed. The smaller boy whined, wiggling in Chansung's arms.
“S-sorry...”
“T-that's sexual harassment boss...”
Chansung raised a brow but finally found the keys, pulling them out of Junho's pocket. The smaller boy tightened his arms around the taller boy's neck as Chansung unlocked the door. The taller boy stepped into the apartment, almost tripping on to the floor.
“Meow.”
“Oh... Kitty.”
He felt around for a light switch, flipping it on. His eyes fell on to a gray cat that welcomed him.
“What a cute kitty.”
It called out to him again, standing and walking into the apartment. Chansung followed after it, finding some nightlights guiding his way around. He found the bedroom, softly dropping Junho onto the bed. The smaller boy groaned, flopping over. Junho shivered, making Chansung instantly feel guilty as he was thinking about leaving the boy untucked into bed. He made a difficult attempt to put the smaller boy under the covers but succeeded. He patted the blanket down as he covered Junho's shoulders.
He turned to leave when Junho suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
“Don't leave Mi-Cha... I promise I'll be a better boyfriend.”
Chansung sighed, slipping his wrist away from Junho's grip. He left the bedroom and peered out the living room window. His eyes widened as he found the street below to be empty.
“Where's the cab?”
He panicked, running his fingers through his short hair.
“Damn it.”
He cringed, looking at the bedroom door. Sighing, Chansung went into the room and knelt next to the bed.
“Yah Junho... Yah...”
“Mmm what is it?”
“Can I stay here tonight?”
“Mm sure.” Junho smiled with his eyes closed.
“T-thanks, I'll make it up to you sometime. I promise.”
“Don't worry about it sweetheart, it's taken care of.”
Chansung raised a brow but shook his head. “I'll be on the couch, so don't be startled.”
“Okay.”
The taller boy bowed before leaving the room. He made a quick trip to the bathroom before getting comfortable on the couch. He dug through his backpack and pulled out his iPod, thanking the heavens it was there. The couch was not going to give him a good sleep so he figured his music would.
Chansung closed his eyes, fluffing up the pillow and falling into slumber land.
Genre: Comedy/Romance(possibly)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Lee Junho's life is anything but perfect. His girlfriend has just left him, his boss is threatening to fire him(while performing sexual harassment with his eyes) and now some kid (well not a kid) has just put a hole in his $800 pants! Junho knows this kid is going to be nothing but trouble in his life but will he let him stay by his side? Of course he will, because this boy owes him a new pair of pants.
Author's Notes: I'm trying another ChanHo fic, I have no idea how it is going to turn out or even how the end is... But please enjoy anyways!! I swear I've got too many fics going at once... This one isn't even on the list... DEDICATING THIS FIC TO kanashimi_desu BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, Not in Love wouldn't have been so popular ;P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Lee Junho tapped his pen against his keyboard. He wasn't even sure why he had a pen when he had been using his computer all day.
He decided to drop it, letting it roll around. He straightened his back, throwing his arms into the air and stretching.
Crack.
“Well that didn't sound good.”
Kim Junsu, a co-worker, said as he passed by Junho's cubicle.
“I haven't moved from this desk all day.”
Junsu rested his chin on the wall of the cubicle. “Work is almost over today, isn't it? Can you last?”
Junho's lip twitched. “I might.”
The boy standing reached in, about to pat Junho on the head when a strict voice caused him to pause.
“Mr. Kim! Get back to work!”
Junsu sighed, rolling his eyes. “Back to work.”
“Mr. Lee! I need you in my office right now!”
“Yes sir!” Junho jumped up.
“Watch your ass.” Junsu chuckled.
Junho was ready to kick the taller co-worker if not for the fact that their boss still had an eye on them. He straightened out his clothes as he stepped into the office.
“Excuse me.” He said as stood in front of the large wooden desk.
“Mr. Lee, have you finished that document I asked for?”
“A-almost done, sir.”
His boss rubbed his temple. “When will it be done Mr. Lee? We're on a tight deadline. We don't have time for screw ups!”
Junho jumped as the man slammed his hand against the desk.
“Do you understand?!”
“Y-yes sir.”
“Good! Get back to work.”
Junho nodded. “Yes sir.”
He kept tight lipped as he left the office, swiftly walking back to his protective box and hiding in it. It was then that his mind let out all it's unspoken profanities.
The sudden vibrates of his phone startled Junho as he flipped it open. It was a text message.
'I can't meet you for dinner. I think we should break up, jerk. I hope you have a nice life in your cubicle asshole. Have a nice life.
With no love, Mi-Cha'
Junho slammed down his phone. He knew this was coming when his so-called girlfriend had went and spent most of his money on clothes, shoes and jewelry the day before. He was just glad they didn't live together. He was also thankful that he never spent any money that he had made so most of it, of which he kept in a safe at home, was still locked away and free from grubby ex-girlfriend hands.
He sighed, resting his head in his hands. If it cost him $3,500 to get rid of the bitch, then it was worth every penny.
He bit his lip. 'Since when was Mi-Cha a bitch?'
Junho shook his head. Everyone cursed and name-called when people made them angry, but was it right? Was it appropriate to call this girl such a horrible thing? Sure they had their ups and downs, but how was it any different from anyone else?
'She's a bitch.'
He nodded as he looked up his credit card bill online. She had still spent $3,500 of his money without asking and all on herself.
Knock knock on his cubicle wall.
“Yah...” Junsu whispered. “Are you working or wasting time?”
Junho leaned over his chair. “Yah... What business is it of yours?”
“Tch. I'm just trying to save your huge ass before you...” Junsu looked up, closing his mouth.
He turned around, trying to look busy. Junho slowly sat up.
“Almost done Mr. Lee?”
Junho swallowed. “A-almost sir.”
“Almost doesn't cut it Mr. Lee. If you don't finish this by the end of the day, you can pack up your things and leave. For good.”
“Y-yes sir.”
He swiveled in his chair, setting his fingers on the keys. He took a deep breath before he let his fingers take over the keyboard.
The buzzer finally went off as Junho typed the last word, hitting the period button and clicking “PRINT”.
Knock knock
“Come in.”
“Excuse me sir, I've finished the documents you requested.”
The boss put out his hand and Junho gave him the papers. The man briefly flipped through them and set them down on his desk.
“That will do for now Mr. Lee. You may go now.”
“Yes sir.” Junho bowed, walking out of the office.
He glanced back as he walked out, catching his boss's eyes as they followed his ass out of the room.
“That's got to be sexual harassment.”
“What is? Was Boss Man staring at your ass again?”
Junho glared at Junsu as they stood at close quarters in the elevator.
The taller boy raised his brows. “Oh ho ho, so he was. Maybe you should file for sexual harassment.”
“He hasn't touched me... Or said anything to me yet.”
“It's still harassment... Unless you're waiting for him to do something.”
The smaller boy elbowed Junsu.
They shuffled out of the elevator along with fellow businessmen and women as the doors opened to the first floor.
“See you tomorrow Junho. Let's have another fun filled day.” Junsu said with fake enthusiasm.
Junho sighed as he stepped out of the building. “Same shit, different day.”
At least he thought the days changed, as far as he knew, he could have been living the same week, the same day, over and over again.
He walked down the concrete steps of the office and stepped onto the sidewalk. He kept his eyes on his shoes and scoffed. There was a dirt on his nice, black office shoes.
As he bent down to clean it off, someone ran into him and knocked him over. He cursed as his black suit met the dirty ground. Now Junho wasn't a stiff, nor was he a stickler to keep anything squeaky clean but he didn't have a lot of money to be spending it on expensive suits, at his boss's request.
“I-I'm so sorry!”
Junho glared as his eyes followed up long, jean covered legs, passed a white hoodie, layered with a black dress coat to a baby faced boy. His fingers wrapped around the strap of his backpack as his other hand was offered out to Junho.
He sighed as he took the boy's hand. The stranger almost pulled him right off his feet, startling Junho with his strength.
“Sorry I knocked you over. I wasn't paying attention.”
Junho had to double take. Not being able to notice from the ground but when he stood, this other boy towered over him. Now that he had a better look at him, Junho realized that he was standing with college kid.
“Mister?”
“Hm? What is it?”
“Are you okay? You seem kind of... Dazed.”
“Fine. I'm just...” Junho went to pat down his pants when he gasped.
His eye went wide as they spotted a hole through the knee of his pants.
“Aiish! Son of a bitch!”
“I'm so sorry! I-I'll buy you a new pair!”
Junho's lips thinned as he stretched them. “Do you have a job?”
“I-I do.”
“Is it a good paying one?”
“Y-yes?”
“These pants are $800.”
The tall boy's eyes widened. “T-that's more than one of my paychecks.”
Junho sighed. He hated to admit it but it was more than one of his own as well.
“T-that's more than my rent... A-and utilities.”
“It's expensive.”
“W-why do you have pants this expensive?”
Junho raised a brow. “Because I work for an expensive company. I don't think you'd get away with wearing what your wearing in my office.”
“Y-your office?” The taller boy's eyes got wider. “I... Of course I wouldn't be allowed... I'm just in college.”
“So how do you plan on paying me back?”
“Um I could... Take you out for a drink?”
Junho narrowed his eyes. “How is that going to help my pants?”
“I...” The tall boy lowered his head.
“A drink is fine.. It'll do... For now.”
Hell, a drink would more than do. Mi-Cha had just dumped him, his boss threatened to fire him and some asshole just put a hole in his expensive pants. A drink would be perfect.
Junho tapped his fingers along the table. The giant college student sat across from him, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
“So, what's your name?”
“Hm? Oh, it's Chansung. Hwang Chansung.”
“Ah, how old are you Chansung?”
“I'm 21.”
Junho's eyes widened. “I'm sorry, how old are you?”
“T-twenty-one.”
Junho hiccuped.
“U-um, can I ask your name and... Age?”
“My name's Lee Junho.” He coughed as he said his age.
“I-I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.”
As another shot was brought to him, Junho gulped it down. “I'm 21.” He wheezed.
“Oh... And you already work in an office? An expensive one too.”
Junho smirked. It seemed this boy had the impression that he was a smart businessman. He downed another drink as he wondered if he should bother telling Chansung that it was through a friend that he got his job.
The taller boy's sudden fidget caught his attention. “U-um, have you had enough now?”
Junho raised a brow, feeling a little tipsy. “Have you ever drank before?”
Chansung shook his head.
“Oh really?” His words slurred. “And you're a college kid...”
“We don't all drink.”
Junho swallowed. “Then you don't know what's enough. One more!”
Chansung itched his neck. Another 20 minutes rolled by as Junho ordered more drinks.
“Getting antsy?” Junho asked, pressing his cheek against the table top.
“M-mm.. I don't have that much money on me.”
The small boy laughed. “Then why didn't you say so! Stupid... I would've stopped ordering drinks then.”
“A-are you done then?”
“For now.” Junho groaned.
“B-bill please!”
Junho exhaled as they stood outside, Chansung fidgeting with his wallet, imagining moths nesting in it as the drunken boy stole all his money.
“Man it gets cold out here late at night.” Junho pulled his coat closed. “I can see my breath.”
“Hey Junho, where do you live?”
“Hm? I live in Oksu-Dong...” Junho babbled a number. “Why?”
“I don't think it's safe for you to walk home.”
“I'll be fine.” Junho waved it off, leaning over a little too much and falling into Chansung.
“Let's take a cab.”
The smaller boy's lip twitched. “Fine”
Stupid job. Stupid girlfriend, well ex. Stupid Chansung.
Chansung helped him into the car, sitting next to him in the middle seat. Junho huffed, why did he have to sit so close.
His eyelids started to grow heavy, his head lightly bobbing. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
Chansung felt the smaller boy's head hit his shoulder. The taller boy slid down the seat, letting Junho's head lay comfortably against him.
“Hey... Hey we're here.” Chansung shook Junho.
The smaller boy groaned, keeping his eyes closed.
“Yah... Wake up.”
When Chansung moved, Junho fell over onto the seat. The taller boy sighed. He slid Junho out of the car, hunching over and letting the smaller boy fall on to his back.
“I'll be right back.” Chansung grunted to the cab driver.
Carrying Junho up the stairs was a lot easier than Chansung imagined. He did it with ease as he finally reached the smaller boy's door.
“Junho?”
“Mm...”
“Keys?”
“Pocket...” Junho whispered in his ear.
The taller boy shivered as the smaller boy's hot breath tickled his ear. His hands moved around, trying to find Junho's pockets but he found his ass as he accidentally squeezed. The smaller boy whined, wiggling in Chansung's arms.
“S-sorry...”
“T-that's sexual harassment boss...”
Chansung raised a brow but finally found the keys, pulling them out of Junho's pocket. The smaller boy tightened his arms around the taller boy's neck as Chansung unlocked the door. The taller boy stepped into the apartment, almost tripping on to the floor.
“Meow.”
“Oh... Kitty.”
He felt around for a light switch, flipping it on. His eyes fell on to a gray cat that welcomed him.
“What a cute kitty.”
It called out to him again, standing and walking into the apartment. Chansung followed after it, finding some nightlights guiding his way around. He found the bedroom, softly dropping Junho onto the bed. The smaller boy groaned, flopping over. Junho shivered, making Chansung instantly feel guilty as he was thinking about leaving the boy untucked into bed. He made a difficult attempt to put the smaller boy under the covers but succeeded. He patted the blanket down as he covered Junho's shoulders.
He turned to leave when Junho suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
“Don't leave Mi-Cha... I promise I'll be a better boyfriend.”
Chansung sighed, slipping his wrist away from Junho's grip. He left the bedroom and peered out the living room window. His eyes widened as he found the street below to be empty.
“Where's the cab?”
He panicked, running his fingers through his short hair.
“Damn it.”
He cringed, looking at the bedroom door. Sighing, Chansung went into the room and knelt next to the bed.
“Yah Junho... Yah...”
“Mmm what is it?”
“Can I stay here tonight?”
“Mm sure.” Junho smiled with his eyes closed.
“T-thanks, I'll make it up to you sometime. I promise.”
“Don't worry about it sweetheart, it's taken care of.”
Chansung raised a brow but shook his head. “I'll be on the couch, so don't be startled.”
“Okay.”
The taller boy bowed before leaving the room. He made a quick trip to the bathroom before getting comfortable on the couch. He dug through his backpack and pulled out his iPod, thanking the heavens it was there. The couch was not going to give him a good sleep so he figured his music would.
Chansung closed his eyes, fluffing up the pillow and falling into slumber land.