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eighteen

it was the next day.

sunghoon went out to get groceries while sunoo was left at the house.

right now sunoo was laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

he was bored and didn't know what to do.

"should i look around the house?" sunoo said to himself.

the last time he did that it went completely wrong.

so he was somewhat scared to, but curiosity got the best of him.

sunoo got up and went exploring.

he looked around the living room first since thats where he already was.

there wasn't much besides some pictures on the wall of sunghoon's family and friends.

he then made his way to the kitchen, just food and kitchen supplies.

next was bathroom, nothing much.

then to sunghoon's room.

even though sunoo sleeps in there he hasn't really gotten a good look at it.

he went in and look around, there where pictures on the wall, obviously a bed, a tv, and a wardrobe.

he slowly walked closer to the wardrobe, remembering what happened the last time he was near one.

sunoo was hesitant to open it, but he really wanted to.

so he did.

he sighed in relief when there where just clothes in it.

suddenly, sunoo felt a presence. just like he did before.

he turned around slowly.

his eyes met the others.

he started breathy heavy.

his father?

why would his dad be at sunghoon's place?

sunoo tried to get a better look, but the room was too dark. he could only see the silhouette.

sunoo couldn't move, he felt like his feet where glued to the floor.

"sunoo?" was heard.

the boys hands where shaking like crazy. he was terrified.

the figure started coming closer.

"no no" sunoo shook his head "please don't come closer."

with that the figure stopped moving.

"sunoo it's just me"

the lights where turned on and sunoo saw who the figure belonged to.

it was sunghoon.

sunghoon went closer to the boy who was now on the floor.

he kneeled down and look into sunoo's eyes.

"sun?"

"i- im sorry, i thought you where-"

"it's alright. everything's gonna be fine, he's not here"

sunghoon put his arms around sunoo, embracing him.

"it's just me"

they sat like that until sunoo stopped panicking.

the youngers head was resting on sunghoon's shoulder, they where still on the floor.

"why don't you lay down and i'll make some food?" sunghoon asked.

sunoo shook his head.

"i don't want to be left alone"

"then do you wanna cook with me?"

- - -

instead of actually making dinner, they where making cookies.

nothing sounds bad about making cookies, right?

wrong.

somehow there was cookie dough all over the kitchen.

some on the walls, on the counters, and on the ceiling???

it was also all over both boys.

sunoo thought it would be a good idea to smear the dough on sunghoon's face.

which that resulted in the whole kitchen being trashed.

there was only a little bit of dough left in the bowl.

"well this isn't enough to make cookies" sunghoon said.

sunoo started smiling.

then sunghoon continued "how are you feeling now?"

"definitely better"