Math | CheolSoo

Four

"Han, I need you. Right now. Please. Get the other three idiots on the way. Crisis. Quick."

"You ok man?"

"I'm dying, Jeonghan!"

"My sandwich's waiting. I'm not coming over leaving this sexy cutie here."

"I NEED YOU GUYS HERE!"

"Jeez, stop yelling. I live a floor below. I can hear you screaming."

Seungcheol hung up and paced around the room, dying of nervousness. He ran to the door at the sound of the bell. Throwing it open, he found all four of his friends. 

"Come in!" He yelled and pulled Jeonghan by the wrist.

Stopping in front of his room, he was met by raised eyebrows and questioning gazes on turning back.

"Hyung, I dunno 'bout you, but everything seems pretty fine to me." Seungkwan looked around the room.

"I'm freaking out! How can you say everything's fine!?"

"Hyung...don't tell me..." Seokmin glared at the eldest.

"His date." Jeonghan twisted Seungcheol's ear, making him yelp.

"What? I don't know what to do, or say! I'm losing my mind!"

"Whaa...I never thought I'd see Seungcheol Hyung in such a state." Soonyoung laughed.

"Jihoon doesn't even know you- Ow!" He yelped at the feeling of his arm being pinched.

"Cheol, we talked about this. Be yourself. If he still likes you, he's the one for you. And seeing him, I don't think he's gonna ask you for sex or anything." Jeonghan encouraged, while Seokmin nodded.

"What should I wear? Something cool, or cute, or sexy?" He tied his hair into a messy bun as he stood in front of the wardrobe.

"Sexy!" Seokmin's eyes gleamed with excitement. 

"No, definitely cute!" Seungkwan pressed.

"You guys don't get it. Go for cool." Soonyoung gave him an 'I know it all and I've seen it all' look, which creeped the hell out of the two elders.

"Just get it over with." Jeonghan sighed and threw a white t-shirt, a red and black checkered shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans for him to catch.

Seungcheol looked at the outfit with an eyebrow raised.

"You motherfucker, are you seriously doubting me when you can't decide yourself?" Jeonghan spat.

"Sorry sir." The eldest ran to the bathroom. 

To the world, Choi Seungcheol was a playboy who didn't give a fuck about feelings. But to them, he was just their Cheol Hyung, who was scared of Jeonghan, and loved trivial things like cycling.

He walked out, and the four smiled, impressed. Seokmin whistled, while Seungkwan hooted and Soonyoung clapped. Jeonghan pretended to wipe a tear away.

"Shut up, hooligans." Seungcheol scoffed, but none of them missed the light smile on his face.

"Hyung, I'll do your hair this time!" Seokmin pulled him before he could protest.

Jeonghan almost hit him with a pair of his black shoes, giving him a 'be grateful bitch' look later.

He was pushed out of the door as Seungkwan shoved a bouquet of flowers into his chest, and Soonyoung threw the car keys in his face. 

He scoffed as they shut the door on him. 'Wait till I get home, bitches.'