"HIGH SCHOOL musical! it's the best!"

"no, shrek is the masterpiece of the century."

"what are you idiots on about? the bee movie is where it's at!"

jeongin smiled at their bickering. after their disastrous uno game, chan came out of the kitchen with a big dish of pasta in his hands and told them all to take a shower because they "smelled like sweaty pigs" and he didn't want that in his household. jisung immediately called dibs on showering first and sprinted upstairs, yelling, "thanks for letting me borrow your clothes, channie!" to which the elder responded with, "wait, what? i didn't— get back here!"

it was then that hyunjin suggested that they play a movie. this led to a huge argument since nobody could agree on which film would be best.

"let's watch saw," suggested changbin.

"nah, we can't. felix gets scared easily."

"s-shut up, seungmin!"

hmm... as their banter continued, jeongin leafed through the cd rack, picking up a few that seemed interesting and turning them over to read their descriptions. there was a movie about a princess that falls asleep, a movie about a wizard kid with a lightning bolt scar, a movie about a moving castle... jeongin particularly liked that last one since it was an anime and he always loved watching that sort of thing. he almost suggested it to the group when one movie caught his eye.

"guys... what's titanic?"

everyone in the room stopped their squabbling and paused for a moment. "...i'm not sure," hyunjin said quite thoughtfully. "i've never seen the film."

a chorus of yeahs and me neithers erupted around the room, stopping at minho, who had been sitting quietly on the couch the entire time.

"oh, i've watched it before," he said with more interest than he had the entire night.

"really?" changbin asked. "is it any good?"

minho nodded. "oh, yes. you all will enjoy it, i'm sure. it's a...comedy."

jisung chose that moment to come bounding down the stairs. "ooh, are we gonna watch a movie?"

"yup!" jeongin chirped. "we're watching titanic!"

jisung scrunched his nose. "titanic? that sounds pretty bo—"

"minho recommended it."

"—mb! lit! fantastic! love the film choice." he chuckled nervously, sliding onto the couch next to minho (who subtly tried to scoot away). "let's get this show on the road!"

so, after everyone was showered and dishes were laid out to begin eating, everyone gathered around the tv and played the film, expecting the greatest comedy of the century.

what the got instead was the biggest heartbreak of the century.

"m...minho!! you lied to us!" felix bawled at the end of the movie. tissues were scattered all around the floor around him as he clung to an annoyed changbin who attempted to shake him off.

"yeah, minho! i can't believe you!" jisung chimed in, his own eyes red and puffy from crying too hard. he blew his nose loudly before sobbing once more.

jeongin sniffled a bit, trying to rub his tears away. looking around, there was not a single dry eye in the house, save for minho and changbin. jeongin had never seen the shorter boy cry in all the years he knew him. but still, how couldn't you cry after watching that? he must be inhuman!

"chan, wasn't that sad—" jeongin cut himself off when he noticed that the older boy was no longer next to him. chan has sat beside him earlier when they had started the movie, but now he seemed to be missing. was he not having fun? jeongin wondered, something tugging at his heart ever so slightly. tapping seungmin on the shoulder, jeongin asked where the silver-haired boy was.

"i think i saw him going into the garage," seungmin responded, wiping a stray tear. "he's probably out there fixing your bike."

when jeongin went outside, he found that seungmin was correct: chan was hard at work repairing and polishing the bike. he sang while he worked, a sound that jeongin knew he would never forget in his entire life.

"— i fell right through the cracks... and now i'm trying to get back!" chan stood up dramatically and shut his eyes as he sang, and opened them to find a shocked jeongin standing at the doorway. "w-woah! sorry kid, you scared me there!" chan quickly ducked back down behind the bike, but he wasn't fast enough to hide his cherry red face from the other boy. "do you, uh, need something?"

jeongin froze. why did he come out here? he didn't have any reasons, no needs or requests. he had no idea why he was standing out here in the cold in just black shorts and a large t-shirt he sheepishly borrowed from chan. he didn't have any idea what to do or say... that is, until he spotted the clock in the corner.

"chan, it's eleven 'o clock. why are you out here working? you should be getting some rest."

nice save, jeongin.

chan paused. "well, don't you wanna be out of here as soon as possible? the longer i work on your bike, the sooner you'll be able to go."

oops. forgot about that.

"well, yeah," jeongin stuttered, "b-but that doesn't mean you have to stay up till midnight working on it! it's fine if it's not done by tomorrow or even the day after that. i just want you to sleep."

chan grinned. "thank you jeongin. but it's fine. i don't need a lot of rest to get me through the day. trust me."

jeongin had no idea how to come back to that without sounding like a whiny baby, so he instead settled on pulling out the signature pout that he used on his friends and slumped down against the door. "fine then. if you don't sleep, then i won't, either."

the older boy stared at jeongin for quite a while and the biker was almost sure he would relent but was rejected when chan pulled his gaze away and chuckled.

"alright. suit yourself."

as time wore on, jeongin could feel himself getting sleepier and sleepier. his eyes fought to stay open and he struggled to remain conscious. maybe just closing them for a second won't hurt, he thought, finally giving in— and it was at that moment that he fell asleep, snoring quietly against the door. 

it was silent for a long time, which was unusual since jeongin had been trying to keep himself awake by talking nonstop (which was quite adorable, really). "jeongin?" chan whispered. peeking out from behind the motorcycle, he smiled softly at the sight of the younger boy out like a light against the door. looking at his work and at the time, which read that it was nearing one in the morning, chan made the executive decision that it would be okay to finish the bike later— he was almost done, after all. stretching, he stood up and dusted off his clothes and approached the sleeping biker before him, contemplating what he should do. should i carry him? will he wake up? should i just wake him? but after seeing jeongin sleeping ever so peacefully, chan chose the first option. he was surprised at how light jeongin was, his smaller frame fitting perfectly in the surfer's arms. he quietly entered the house and found a majority of his guests knocked out in the living room, so he stepped over them and went upstairs to his room. he gently lay jeongin on the large bed and drew the covers up over him, nice and snug.

staring down for a moment, chan never knew that it was possible for anyone to look so angelic as they slept. he wished that all bikers were like jeongin: soft, caring, and unafraid to break boundaries. suddenly feeling like a creep for watching someone as they slept, chan quickly left the room and quietly shut the door, but not before giving jeongin a small pat on the head and a smile, even though he couldn't see it.

"good night, jeongin," he murmured as he left, wondering what exciting things the biker boy would bring into his life the next day.