The Flower Boy

A quiet afternoon it was, when he arrived at my door step. The house was almost dead quiet, both my brother and I studying in our separate rooms. A bold “knock knock” came from the front door, and my head immediately shot up to the noise. I set my pencil down on my book and walked through the lounge to the front door. I pulled the door handle down to reveal a familiar face. His arms full of bags and belongings. “Seungcheol-ah, what are you doing here?” Looking at his slightly red face, I could tell it was cold outside.
“You said your Dad doesn’t stay round often, right?” He said with hopeful, saddened eyes.
“Yeah but, why? Seungcheol, is everything okay?”
“I fought back,” he said immediately, “I told him I didn’t want to do it anymore.” There was a bit of silence as I registered what he was saying. He told his father about his real passion, that it wasn’t soccer.
“Your father?”
“Yeah… then he kicked me out.”
I pulled his arm to drag him in without anymore words. I knew how hard it must have been to tell his dad that. I closed the door behind as he began to take his shoes off. After he’d finished taking his shoes off, we looked at each other for a bit, sighing at each other. I felt my heart speed up in excitement. I gestured into the opening of the home with a small smile, “make yourself comfortable.”
As we walked into the house together, I started to strip him of his bags, some containing food, and come just clothes. “I’ll put these in my room for now.” I started walking off to drop the bags into my room.
“Noona, who is this?” Wonwoo appeared just at the doorway to his room.
I looked back and forth from Wonwoo to Seungcheol as they both stared at me.
“You never told me you had a younger brother Wonah,” Seungcheol said breaking the silence smiling at Wonwoo.
“Well you never asked,” I mumbled to myself holding the bags all in both of my hands. Seungcheol walked up to Wonwoo and offered out his hand, “nice to meet you, i’m Seungcheol.”
“I’m Wonwoo,” my younger brother timidly shook his offered out hand. “Wonah, is he your boyfriend?” My brother switched to english speech almost immediately after shaking Seungcheol’s hand.
“No he’s not! Now stop speaking english,” I said with a firm voice, “it makes people uncomfortable.” I looked at Seungcheol as he stared at us both in amazement.
“I’ve never heard you speak English Wonah! It sounds so natural…” Seungcheol gasped over my very little knowledge in the English language. I suddenly felt a little exposed.
“Well my mother doesn’t speak much Korean…” I explained back in Korean speech. “Anyway Wonwoo, Seungcheol doesn’t have a place to stay so he’ll be staying here for a bit.”
“Does dad know?” There was a bit of silence between us all. He proved a point. I hadn’t even thought about that, I just knew I couldn’t turn down Seungcheol.
“No… and you better not go snitching on me again!” I said a little annoyed at the last time he spilled knowledge I trusted him with. I turned on my heels and walked into my room with Seungcheol’s bags and Seungcheol in tow.

I held my breath slightly as I knocked on my bedroom door. After a few seconds of silence, the door suddenly opened and there stood Seungcheol. With a towel hung over his wet hair, he smiled making my heart race. It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about who Seungcheol was to me, it was just that he is so different from Seokjin…
I only smiled back a little because of my nervousness. He stepped back letting me walk in. I walked in cautiously even though this was my room and saw the airbed had already been put up with sheets and everything done. “Oh yeah, it’s the least I could do. You did let me stay at your house without hesitation,” Seungcheol said walking up next to me, shaking the towel over his head. I looked up at him next to me and noticed a drop of water drop from his hair to his cheek, making my cheeks heated and my heart jump a little. I turned my head back to look forward before he would notice, “well… thank you.” I started to sit down on the inflatable bed when he pulled me backup to standing again by my forearm, “ah ah, not there.” His pull too strong, my weight fell forward and my arms went up defensively. I swear. It was defensively. My hands landed right on his chest. Looking up at his face, I felt his slightly built chest rise and fall. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I took my hands off awkwardly, pulling my long top down even further and walking over to my actual bed and sitting at the edge of it, all in awkward silence.
“Sorry…” I mumbled to myself, though the quiet room illuminated my voice.
“Why are you sorry?” He sat down on the airbed so he was facing me. I looked into his eyes getting lost intentionally. I couldn’t give him an answer to that. I… kinda liked how it felt to be in his arms. I shrugged in response.
“Then don’t apologise, Wonah,” as he lulled my name out, he blinked slowly at me. Still keeping each other’s eyes. It always felt so daring to keep hold of his eyes. It felt like every second made me fall deeper into him. Who he was, what he was.
“Can I ask you something?” I blurted out in the moment, tucking my legs up on the bed and looking into my lap.
“Anything.”
“Why me? Don’t you have other friends?” I looked up at him with the question.
“Huh?” He frowned slightly at me, confused.
“You came to my house… no one else’s…” I suddenly felt so stupid saying these things to him… and I never feel stupid around boys. More like comfortable.
“Of course I have friends, but you’re different.” He said crossing his legs on the inflatable bed, as I was. I stared back a little worried. I was different? Is this a confession?! “I’m just saying, you’re the only one that i’ve been able to share secrets with,” he explained further looking at me still. We stayed there for a while and didn’t say anything. Just enjoying having each other there. Though I could hear my heart beat and it’s fast-paced speed. Talking to Seungcheol was always very relieving. It helped me to calm down from whatever I had just been through, except my heart, which always seemed to be a little sped up around him.
“I’m going to… brush my teeth,” I stood up from my bed and made my way across the room to the door.
“I’ll come with,” Seungcheol rushed over to me as I was about to open the door, opening it himself. Like the gentleman he was, he gestured me through first and we found Wonwoo in the bathroom as well, brushing his teeth.

We all stood there awkwardly brushing out teeth in front of the long mirror above the basin. Wonwoo bowed his head and spat first. He rinsed his mouth out as Seungcheol and I made eye contact through the mirror, ending in awkward smiles “So are you Noona’s boyfriend?” I immediately choked on my toothpaste, almost spitting it everywhere if not for my quick control. I looked at Seungcheol to see if he was actually going to answer, as I controlled the last of my choking. Seungcheol looked back at me, as if contemplating what he should answer. We both smiled at each other, which slowly turned into giggling. “What?” Wonwoo looked at both of his beside him confused. Those giggles turned into laughter. We slowly made our way back to my room whilst calming ourselves down from laughing. We sat down in our beds and started talking about anything. It was never very awkward with Seungcheol, there was always a smile on my face even when it was a little awkward. We talked for what seemed like ever, before after a long silence between us, Seungcheol drifted off. I rolled on my side to peer at him from my bed. He looked so calm when he slept. “Goodnight Seungcheol. Thank you for being here,” I whispered to myself before slowly falling asleep myself.

Notes

HEYYY it's been like, foreverrrrr
This chapter is supposed to be a normal, boring weekend for Wonah, but I also knew Seungcheol was having a hard time at home. So I put them together!
Hope you enjoyed as always, i'm sorry the gap between chapters is HUGE but school is a little hectic at the moment!
Hopefully when school cools down, i'll write more frequently for you guys, okay? cool ^^
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