Match Made in Hell (MinChan)

"(n.) the warmth of the sun in winter"

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"Channie where are you going at this hour?" Jungkook asked, eyeing the said boy. "and.. in that." He pointed at the thin tee shirt he was wearing.

It was after a week and their role call for the night was over. Chan had grabbed his laptop and a few notebooks before getting his shoes when his roommate spoke up.

"Yeah?" Yugeom asked as well hanging halfway down from the bunkbed that was supposed to be Bambam's.

"I'll be in the common room, I have to get some serious study done or I'll be in trouble." Chan had smiled almost sheepishly.

"Chan-ah... you work too hard." Bambam fake cried trying to hug Chan when the later took some step back to avoid it.

"Wipe that spaghetti sauce off your shirt first." His strict voice stated.

Off course the other had turned a deaf ear to Chan's request and proceeded on laying down at Yugeom's bed. Chan chuckled, finishing up tying his shoes as he grabbed the keys.

"Don't wait for me, I've got the key-" His sentence was cut short when he felt a weight on his shoulders.

A jacket draped around him now with Jungkook behind him with a small smile. "Don't stay out too late." 

Chan nodded firmly, pulling his arms inside the Jacket's sleeve, snuggling in the slightly bigger clothing. He was quick to move out after that, the cold air chilling through his bones and instinctively he pulled the jacket closer, thanking his roommate in his mind.

But when he reached the stairs, instead of going down to the common room, he took a look around, making sure that nobody sees him. He went upstairs and kept climbing until the top floor. The rooms were different here, the students who lived here were different too.

Bang Chan was a model student. He has always heard other's mother comparing their child to him, whether it was open house days, sports day, decathlons, quizzes, debates, inter-school competitions... even his neighbors. He was the kind of child who was hated for being every mother's favorite.

There hasn't been an year since his middle school that he placed second, he made sure of that every time. He disciplined himself so much that his body worked on its own. The way he was always organized, or when he could solve a dispute with just conversing. Whenever he visited a friend's house, he remembered to bring flowers for their mother, to praise her cooking like a reflex. He knows how much to eat when somebody else was paying, and the list goes on.  

Chan had promised himself that he wouldn't ever let his parents down. They only wanted the best for him. They would never think bad for him. So he stopped minding the criticism he received from them and started working on it. He knew not to make noise with his spoon when eating food. He remembered to thank his mother every single day for the dinner she served. He made sure he knew all about politics and current affairs.

His father wanted him to be lawyer anyway. So he made sure, he didn't ever disappoint him. He made sure to keep reading law books along with his school studies, he made sure to watch the law sessions on the internet whenever he had free time.

Even though his heart felt like it's twisting and bleeding through his chest. He clenched his jaw and focused only on his studies. He cannot make his parents feel embarrassed, and so he had shut his heart and turned away from the things he had grown to like. Those things that would only hurt his parents.

Chan stopped in front of one room and knocked, waiting patiently. The grey-blue door swung open to show a boy looking grimly back at Chan, like an angry quokka.