𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 • 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

VI

jisoo, struck by inspiration, immediately headed to his room after baking with seungcheol. the two boyfriends met in the gardens to discuss about the stupid (-ly cute) human who infiltrated the house. and their lives.

"i personally think that he's a charming gentleman," jeonghan confessed, bending down to inspect tulips in bloom. "you are being so unnecessarily mean to him, dear!"

seungcheol chuckled, shaking off soil from his dress shoes. "it's amusing to see him riled up one second, flattered the next, and then suddenly struck by inspiration after. also, i have all the reasons to be unpleasant towards that little human!"

"like what?" jeonghan side-eyed seungcheol, his bottom lip portruding a little.

"he fancies you, my dear!" seungcheol stated, like it was the most obvious fact in the world. "i know you are the god of beauty, and it is only fitting for one to fall for your charms—but i, your lover for eons, will not lose to him."

"in simple words, you're jealous?"

"heavens no!"

jeonghan giggled, seeing through seungcheol, as always. this is one of the reasons why jeonghan could never stop loving the latter. "sounds like you are. i cannot understand why you two think i am beautiful; the mortal even held a small talent show!"

seungcheol hums. good little human. "i might have to agree with him on that, my love."

seungcheol snatched jeonghan's attention from the flowers to himself by using the oldest trick in the book: a kiss on the cheek. jeonghan is always surprised when seungcheol does that. specifically, seungcheol loves jeonghan's expression whenever he does it. he's so beautiful.

"he darted right inside his room after baking. did you bully him, my love?" jeonghan took seungcheol's hand, leading the way to the vineyard.

"what?! we were baking cinnamon bread together! i might have insulted him a little, but—oh! that reminds me!" seungcheol's eyes widened, smiling as he recalls the incident. "the little human cut a finger open while slicing butter. because he was looking at you!"

"incredulous!" jeonghan reacts, laughing gracefully. "please tell me that the cinnamon bread i wolfed down shamelessly did not have blood in it."

seungcheol lets go of jeonghan's hand and wraps his arm around the latter's shoulder instead. "do not fret, my love. i took care of his wound before blood dripped in the mixture. he was quite blushy when i gave his wound a kiss, too."

"i feel like he likes the both of us, dear." jeonghan chuckled, leaning on seungcheol's shoulder as they walked.

"what?! do not tell me you sense it!"

"relax, it's just a gut feeling." said the god, adding: "but i'd be happy if you two get along. i want to keep him."

don't worry. jisoo already prepared his head in case they (or rather, seungcheol) wanted to cut it off because he knocked on their door. so, all that's left to do is to actually knock on the door.

knock! knock! knock!

the door opened in a flash. jesus, i'm only 26. i'm going to die. seungcheol opened the door. jisoo cleared his throat, preparing for the worst. "i.... there are a few things that i need."

"how thick-faced you are to request for a few things." seungcheol replied, leaning against the door frame. oh—he's wearing a dress now?! "hey little human, my eyes are up here!"

"gah! i wasn't trying to be rude it's just because you're so attractive andyousuitthatdress!" jisoo blurted out.

goddamnit. okay, if that was stupid, explain to jisoo why seungcheol was wearing a pretty royal blue dress then. with the ruffled sleeves and shit. with his pretty, plumpy lips and big, shimmering eyes. tell jisoo why. you all know his heart is weak!

(jisoo is just questioning seungcheol's existence now. why is his existence attractive?)

"oh well, thank you then, little human." seungcheol's eyes narrowed to slits, looking at jisoo judgingly. judgingly, really? seungcheol's smiling at you. "what is it that you need?"

"i n-need new clothes after a bath... i also need help with the bath... because i need to take a bath." jisoo spat, chewing on the walls of his mouth as seungcheol looked down on him. "is that alright?"

"what kind of clothes do you want?" that's a first. seungcheol asking for jisoo's preferences? "you're going to be using my clothes, so be careful. now, dress or suit?!"

"uh, b-both?"

seungcheol chuckled as he turned around, which jisoo found weird. he doesn't want to assume that seungcheol was warming up to him, but he kinda wants to. but no! not for now.

seungcheol was in front of the dresser, grabbing random clothing jisoo cannot see clearly. when seungcheol was finished, jisoo was pushed back inside his room and seungcheol threw the fresh clothes on jisoo's bed.

"now, come with me, i'm going to teach you how to run the bath so you don't inconvenience any of us next time." seungcheol interlaces his fingers with jisoo's, turning jisoo's stomach churny. they head to the bathroom.

seungcheol shows jisoo how to fix the heater and the aroma candles (which weren't necessary but seungcheol still demonstrated anyway), casually throwing in some insults about jisoo being a mortal.

he was hot and cold. seungcheol was something straight out of a book jisoo would read. a heroine's love interest, maybe. or a god's love interest. you never know which one.

"here." seungcheol says, grabbing a jar which he hid in his dress somewhere. it contained rose petals, which he sprinkled all over the tub. the aroma from the candles make it more relaxing, too. "i know you will be released soon, so better enjoy our privileges while you can."

"or you just like me too—i'm sorry. i'm kidding." jisoo pursed his lips together.

seungcheol sighed, but there was a smile on his face. "you seem trustworthy after all, little human. now take off your clothes."

"i—are we going to have sexy time right now?" can we invite jeonghan?

sad. seungcheol threw him a disgusted look. "get in the bath before it gets cold! now, filthy human! i have to gather the clothes you used, too, because i'll be the unlucky man who'll be sorting the clothes for jeonghan to wash!"

and so, the sad, belittled ass of the writer writhes as he strips and jumps in the bath immediately to prevent humiliation. send clear signals next time, please!