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deal.

"Sweetie, you think I wanted to meet in person for no reason?"

Jisung felt overwhelmed with confusion, was he serious?

"But I have to go to school and I don't have enough money-"

"Honey, I have it all taken care of, you'd go to the school down the street you wont need to pay either." Chan says smiling.

"What would I say to my parents?"

"Tell them your staying with a person from church who wants to help you get closer to Jesus or some shit. Just stay with me baby."

Jisung thought about it, the deal was tempting, he would go to school with his friends and he wouldn't have to worry about money, but he doesn't even know how old Chan is, or if he is even telling the truth.

"C'mon Sungie, everything you need and want is here, don't let this opportunity go to waste." Chans smile turned to a frown after Jisungs silence,

"Listen Han if your not willing then get the fuck out of my house."

Jisung feels his heartbeat going crazy his nerves making it almost impossible to think straight.

"Fine, I'll live with you." Fuck, Jisung was planning on politely declining but his anxiety got to him.

Chan smiles, "Very well then, go upstairs to your room I'm making some lunch."

To his room? Jisung decides not to question what Chan means as he walks up the glass stairs, he enters a hallway and at the end their is a room with a wooden sign that has his name on it, Jisung enters the room worried for what it'd look like as he opened the door his worries washed away.

His walls were his favourite colour baby pink with some black line art and his wardrobe consisted of designer brands and cute skirts that his parents would never let him wear, the room had a black guitar hanging on the wall. Jisung looked to the desk that was next to his bed and saw a brand new set of electronics.

Just as Jisung sat down on the large bed he hears Chans voice from downstairs,

"Jisung, Your foods ready!"

Jisung gets up from his bed and rushes down the stairs.

"Wow you made it down quick, don't run down those stairs though, you might hurt yourself." Chan says worry laced in his voice.

"Chan, how much are all those things worth up there?" Jisung asked feeling incredibly guilty for recieveing so many things.

"Don't worry about it darling, they are all yours, since your living with me I had to make sure you have everything you like."

Chan set down two plates of grilled cheese sandwiches on the table in front of the TV and signaled for Jisung to come over,

"What movie do you want to watch?" Jisung smiles at the kindess,

"Do you like 'the sand lot'?" Chan nods his head as he puts the movie on.

"If you don't mind me asking Chan, how old are you?" Chan chokes on his sandwich shocked from the question,

"Did we never share our ages?" Jisung nods worridly,

"Well I'm 16.." Jisung mumbles

Chan sighs in relief, "I'm 18, so it doesn't matter, is there any other questions you have for me?"

Jisung lifts his head in interest, he has an absurd amount of questions but he settles on 2.

"What do you do for work?" Chan smirks,

"That's a secret Sungie." Jisung grows nervous at the response, but he chooses to shrug it off for now.

"Why do you want me to live with you?"

"Another question I can't answer..."

JISUNG POV

What the fuck does he mean 'AnOtHeR qUeStIoN I cAnT aNsWeR'?

I rub circles into my arm in an attempt to calm myself down so I can peice my thoughts together, the undeniable anxiety yet curiosity fills my veins with adrenaline, I can't know his job or why he wants me here, sounds like the start to a horror movie.

Suddenly I hear my phone go off, I reach for my pocket when I see Chan holding my phone with a smirk on his face.

"Can I see who it was?" I ask, trying my best to be polite.

Chan opens my messages and scrolls, seemingly amused by what hes seeing,

"I never expected you to be a mamas boy." I sigh realizing my mother most likely texted me, I rip the phone from Chans grip and read the message.

Mom💀🧂
I just wanted to check in, text me back when you read this.

Chans scoffs,

"So polite to your mom, wonder what I did to deserve your foul attitude."

I turn off my phone deciding I'll call her later, Chan looks at the floor seemingly upset,

"I'm sorry, can you not handle my attitude?" I ask teasingly trying my best to get a reaction out of him.

"Oh darling, I can handle anything you throw at me, just tell me how you want to be handled." He says with a wink.

My face turns a bright red and Chan laughs.

"Shut up and watch the movie." I say still embarrassed from what Chan said.

We move our eyes to the screen and enjoy the movie. Half way through I begin to feel drowsy I let myself fall asleep as Chan watches quietly with a sweet smile on his face.

Im so screwed.