Hidden Feelings (a jeongcheol fanfic)

Chapter 13

Hey guys ok holy crap we hit 2k views! This is still unbelievable, I love you guys so mUCH I ALWAYS SAY THAT BUT I FEEL SO INDEBTED TO Y'ALL ugh why are you guys even supporting my book like what this is nOT REAL but ok here's a chapter, sorry for the late update, but enjoy! (PS this video is still my bloody favourite, it's so cute like wTF YOON JEONGHAN CONTROL YOURSELF)
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He put the towel around his neck and stepped into Seungcheol's bedroom, staring at the clothes on the bed. This is so awkward. He quickly slipped on the sweatpants and oversized t-shirt, Seungcheol was evidently taller and bigger than him, and the shirt went all the way to his mid thighs. He skipped down the stairs, admiring his house. He's pretty well-off.

Jeonghan politely thanked his mother for the food, and tucked into his food, not noticing Seungcheol looking at him from, across the dining table.

"You look cute in my clothes," He chuckled. Jeonghan blushed bright red, his cheeks flaring up, what's up with the sudden compliment? He also couldn't help but notice Seungcheol's mother looking at him weirdly. Calling another boy cute must've sounded odd to her. Without replying, he continued eating. He didn't want to attract the attention of his mother. When he was full, he pushed his chair back and stood up.

"Thank you for the meal, Auntie." He headed to the kitchen sink to wash his plate, and helped to clear the dishes on the table. It was only right to help out since he had a free meal here. He poured himself a cup of water and sipped it.

"Your friend's really polite. Cheol-ah, by any chance, do you like him?" Jeonghan eavesdropped from the kitchen and nearly choked in his water, coughing vigorously. Curious, he stepped out for a peek.

Seungcheol didn't violently object, in fact he laughed nervously, shaking his head meekly. Jeonghan noticed that he didn't even try to deny it. He tiptoed out of the kitchen, blushing so bloody hard, hoping that the mother and son wouldn't notice him.but when did Seungcheol ever miss him?

"Yah, Jeonghan! Come meet my mum, I haven't properly introduced you guys," He dragged him over by the arm. His mother shot Jeonghan a small smile and stuck out her left hand.

"Hello Auntie, I'm Jeonghan, Seungcheol's classmate in Chemistry!" He shook her hand and bowed again. Before he left, Seungcheol's mother mouthed the words 'go for it'. What did that mean?
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She said it so loudly, he swore to god that Jeonghan could hear it from the kitchen.

"Shush Mum! He can hear you!" He whispered, startled by his mother's sudden question. He didn't dare tell his mother he had feelings for Jeonghan. He couldn't if she was alright with him being, you know, not straight. The thought that he was bisexual still felt so foreign to him.

He couldn't help but smile though, was it that obvious that he cared for the younger boy? Seungcheol shook head, yet he didn't bother to deny it. It was true, after all.

He saw Jeonghan from the corner of his eye slipping out of the kitchen, and hurried over to him. He dragged Jeonghan by the arm to his mother and introduced them to each other, before following him back to the room. They sat on the bed, and Seungcheol felt kind of weird, that he was actually in his room.

"Can I borrow your phone, I want to text my dad and tell him I'm not coming home for the night. Mine kind of got ruined in the rain," Jeonghan murmured sheepishly. It was so sweet of him, that he still worried about his father after all he'd done to him. All the scolding, the beatings, and he still couldn't bear to let his father worry about him.

"Yeah sure! By the way, want to watch a movie? There's no school tomorrow anyway, there's some event happening in school or something," He handed his handphone to Jeonghan and casually suggested. The younger boy nodded his head, too busy typing in his father's phone number to speak.