★ Chapter thirty-eight

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Chapter 38: Tell me everything will be okay



Sicheng sits in the sun room, sewing once again. It's been a few days since that night and since bed's talked to Yuta.

Yuta doesn't even seem to notice Sicheng has stopped talking to him. Sicheng unclenches his fist as the door opens.  "Soobin just left to go pick up your sister. She'll be here by afternoon if not then somewhere closer to the evening." Jungwoo says as he enters the sun room.

"What are you doing here this early morning? It's Christmas Eve and tomorrow for Christmas, our parents are taking us ice skating! Aren't you excited?" Jungwoo questions, sitting down next to Sicheng.

"My mom isn't going to be there. I think I prefer that anyway." Sicheng mutters. He still was obviously a little upset about it. Jungwoo sighs. "Ok. At least take a break from sewing." He suggests but Sicheng refuses

"It's a Christmas gift for Mei. I have to finish it soon." He says.

"She hardly ever gets you anything for Christmas. Why do you always get her presents?"

"She's my older sister."

"You're her brother."

Sicheng shrugs it off.

"You know. I have a present for you. You can open it today if you're curious enough!" Jungwoo beams, hugging Sicheng.

Sicheng stays silent. "Give me a second. I'm almost done." He says. "Ok. I'm going to get food and then I have to go." Jungwoo quickly hurries off.

Sicheng lets out a deep sigh as he leans back. He sees Doyoung through the door and immediately his mood becomes sour.

". . .I wonder where Jungwoo is going. Got any information?" Doyoung comes into the sunroom, shocked by the cold but doesn't admit it.

"What do you want?" Sicheng deadpans as he resumes sewing.

"Really? What do I want? I was nice to you that night at the club and right now I'm trying to be nice. You just make everything so difficult." 

Sicheng freezes momentarily. He continues sewing, finishing it up now but accidentally pokes himself once again.

Doyoung notices it but doesn't say anything. He only watches as Sicheng gets up, walking past him.

"If I'm so difficult then stop talking to me." Sicheng says.

"Whatever."



















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Yuta watches from the top of the stairwell as Sicheng sits with Seulgi, going through magazines. He goes downstairs, walking past them like nothing.

"What are you doing, Yuta?" Seulgi asks, noticing his rush to the kitchen.

"I'm just getting a drink." He tells her. Sicheng clenches his jaw. He sighs but doesn't say anything. He rather not anyways.

"While everyone is getting ready to go ice skating with their parents, you're getting a drink? C'mon." Seulgi complains. She shakes her head, giving Yuta a look of pure judgment.

"Just one. . .plus, I don't really care. I doubt either of my parents will care enough to show up." 

"I can see why." Seulgi snickers.

Haechan slowly comes downstairs, hitting his dagger against the rails.

They all look up because of the noise. With the look on Haechan's face, they somehow knew what would happen next couldn't be good.

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