13.
"Dude, I'm so fucked," Seungcheol groaned to Hansol as the sweet aroma of cookies baking filled the room. He buried his face in his hands as Hansol patted him on the back comfortingly.
"It'll be okay, hyung," Hansol responded awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
"He bakes, Hansol, how attractive is that? And look at his arms kneading the dough! God, I'm so gay," Seungcheol complained, his face helpless.
"Honestly, between you and your sister, I don't know who's gayer," Hansol chuckled, gesturing towards where Ji-na was leaning in close to Hangyeol flirtatiously. "God, my sister is so oblivious."
"No kidding. With how much Ji-na talks about her, I really was convinced that they were dating in secret at one point in time," Seungcheol said, attempting to get his mind off of Jeonghan.
"Same. Seriously, hyung, you don't even know how bad it is on my side. Hangyeol literally never shuts up about Ji-na either. And she's always blushing arounf your sister whenever she comes over to our house for dinner. Honestly, you'd think that Ji-na is some famous idol or something," Hansol explained.
"She reminds me of myself when I was her age," a new voice entered the conversation, and the teenaged two boys jumped.
"Mom! Don't just interrupt conversations like that!" Seungcheol exclaimed bashfully, and his mother laughed.
"Sorry, honey. Sorry, Hansol. It's true though. Hangyeol reminds me of myself when I had my first crush," Seungcheol's mother sighed wistfully.
"What was she like? Your first crush?" Hansol asked curiously.
"Quite like Ji-na, actually. It's a shame we broke up. She was so pretty. I wonder if she's still single," Seungcheol's mother wondered.
"Why is my entire family so gay?" Seungcheol moaned.
"Hey, we don't know about Seungpo yet. He's still young. There's no telling if he's gay or not–" Seungcheol's mother was cut off by the doorbell ringing.
"Oh, I'll get it! I think that may be my friends," Jeonghan beamed, wiping his hands on a towel and rushing to the door. Seungcheol stared after him in bewilderment. More people were coming? Seungcheol frowned. Who?
"Come in, guys! Wow, it's been so long since I've seen you, huh? Siwon-ah, did you get a haircut?" Seungcheol heard Jeonghan say as he led three attractive boys into the family room. Seungcheol recognized them as people some of his friends were friends with.
"Mhm. How does it look? Sungmin, don't say a word," one of the boys replied, glaring at one of the others. The other boy just shrugged innocently.
"Hey, you're the one who asked earlier," the addressed boy, Sungmin, replied.
"Doesn't mean you have to be a di–"
"Yesung! Language! There are children present!" Jeonghan hissed, clapping a hand over the final boy's mouth. Yesung's eyes widened.
"My bad. I'm so sorry. My apologies, Ma'am," Yesung said, bowing to Seungcheol's mom. His mom smiled sweetly at the handsome boy.
"It's no problem at all. He's probably heard worse from his siblings anyways," Seungcheol's mother joked.
"Mom!" Seungcheol glared at his mother icily. He crossed his arms and huffed, looking over Yesung judgmentally a few times. Meanwhile, the other two boys seemed to notice Seungpo, and one of them, Sungmin, walked over to the young boy.
"Hey there, kiddo. I'm Sungmin. What's your name?" Sungmin said, and Seungcheol scowled.
"Me? I-I'm Seungpo! Choi Seungpo! It's nice to meet you, Sungmin-hyung! You're really handsome! So are all of your friends," Seungpo smiled toothily, a light blush dusting his face, and Sungmin laughed as he ruffled Seungpo's hair.
"Well, it seems that I was wrong. Wow, all of my kids are gay like me," Seungcheol's mom stated dazedly. Seungcheol sighed dramatically as he stared down the unexpected guests. This was going to be a long afternoon.
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"Hyung...please calm down," Hansol said, placing a hand on Seungcheol's shoulder. "I think I can see steam coming out of your ears. They're just Jeonghan's friends, he said so himself!"
"Who are those guys, and what do they think they're doing," Seungcheol forced himself to say through gritted teeth, and Hansol sighed helplessly. Hangyeol's shoulders drooped as she joined Hansol and Seungcheol.
"Whoever they are, they've somehow managed to catch Ji-na's attention instantly. I had to wait three years for Ji-na to actually notice me! How come Ji-na is suddenly so interested in them," Hangyeol pouted. Her older brother pulled her closer, rubbing circles on her back.
"They won't stop touching Jeonghan," Seungcheol hissed. He stood up suddenly. "That's it, I can't stand this anymore. I'm going out for a bit."
"Want me to tell Jeonghan?" Hansol offered.
Seungcheol saw Jeonghan giggle as Sungmin whispered something in his ear secretively. He turned away jealously when he saw Jeonghan stumble into Siwon's arms after getting up too abruptly to take the cookies out of the oven.
"No, I'm good. I'll be back soon, alright? I'll just go buy myself a cup of coffee or something," Seungcheol muttered, grabbing his jacket and his wallet. "Anyone else want something?"
"Seungcheol-oppa, can I come along? I wanna get a hot chocolate. I feel kinda sick," Hangyeol mumbled. Hansol frowned.
"Are you okay, Sof? I can take you home if you want," Hansol worried. Hangyeol shook her head and half-smiled at her brother.
"I feel sick like how Seungcheol-oppa feels mad. I think a warm, sweet drink will make me feel better."
"Alright, well do you need any money?" Hansol asked.
"It's alright, I can pay for her. But you can come too if you want, Hansol," Seungcheol told him. Hansol shook his head.
"Someone's gotta be here to tell the others where you went," Hansol replied. "Don't worry, I'll only say something if they ask. I know what you're thinking."
"Thanks, man. You're the best," Seungcheol smiled at him, clapping the other boy's shoulder firmly.
"Hey, you're practically my older brother anyways. You helped me with relationship problems, remember? I'm not gonna ignore yours," Hansol said. Seungcheol huffed.
"I don't like him like that, Hansol."
"If you saw what you looked like when you look at him, you wouldn't say that."
"Whatever. We're going now," Seungcheol stated, smiling uneasily at Hansol. "Be back in like, fifteen minutes."
"Bye, Oppa!" Hangyeol waved at her older brother and exited the house with Seungcheol.
The two of them walked in a comfortable silence for a few minute, the thoughts swirling in their heads making it difficult to converse. Seungcheol frowned as he thought about what Hansol had said. Was he really that obvious about Jeonghan? Did Jeonghan know?
"Seungcheol-oppa?" Hangyeol's soft voice broke Seungcheol out of his thoughts.
"What is it?" Seungcheol asked kindly.
"Are those the types of people that Ji-na likes? She never told me what she looks for in a friend," Hangyeol responded timidly. "I really want her to like me..."
"Hey, don't worry about that. She already loves you! You're her best friend, Hangyeol, trust me. I bet that if the two of us were drowning, she'd come to save you first," Seungcheol comforted her.
"You're her older brother, there's no way that's true," Hangyeol fiddled with a loose string on her coverup.
"Well, as her older brother, I would never let her date someone like that. I consider you my little sister too, you know. I don't mind fighting Ji-na for you," Seungcheol declared. He put up his fists and punched the air like a boxer as he hopped from foot to foot. Hangyeol giggled.
"Thanks, Seungcheol-oppa. And, um, I really hope it works out with you and Jeonghan," Hangyeol smiled angelically. Seungcheol grinned back, unable to get mad at the sweet, young girl, and pulled her into a headlock instead.
"This is getting too sappy. C'mon, let's go to the coffee shop already," Seungcheol complained fondly. He dropped his arms away from Hangyeol's head without any warning. "Race you! Last one there has to give the other one of their cookies!"
"Hey! That's so unfair! You got a head start!" Hangyeol whined as she ran to catch up with Seungcheol. Seungcheol laughed heartily. He had forgotten all about his earlier anger.
A/N: sorry this was absolute shit. linked song is "Sorry, Sorry" by Super Junior. hope you enjoyed. thanks for reading. have a nice day.