high and low | s.c. + j.y. (jeongcheol)

13.

"Dude, I'm so fucked," Seungcheol groaned to Hansol as the sweet aroma of cookies baking filled the room. He buried his face in his hands as Hansol patted him on the back comfortingly.

"It'll be okay, hyung," Hansol responded awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"He bakes, Hansol, how attractive is that? And look at his arms kneading the dough! God, I'm so gay," Seungcheol complained, his face helpless.

"Honestly, between you and your sister, I don't know who's gayer," Hansol chuckled, gesturing towards where Ji-na was leaning in close to Hangyeol flirtatiously. "God, my sister is so oblivious."

"No kidding. With how much Ji-na talks about her, I really was convinced that they were dating in secret at one point in time," Seungcheol said, attempting to get his mind off of Jeonghan.

"Same. Seriously, hyung, you don't even know how bad it is on my side. Hangyeol literally never shuts up about Ji-na either. And she's always blushing arounf your sister whenever she comes over to our house for dinner. Honestly, you'd think that Ji-na is some famous idol or something," Hansol explained.

"She reminds me of myself when I was her age," a new voice entered the conversation, and the teenaged two boys jumped.

"Mom! Don't just interrupt conversations like that!" Seungcheol exclaimed bashfully, and his mother laughed.

"Sorry, honey. Sorry, Hansol. It's true though. Hangyeol reminds me of myself when I had my first crush," Seungcheol's mother sighed wistfully.

"What was she like? Your first crush?" Hansol asked curiously.

"Quite like Ji-na, actually. It's a shame we broke up. She was so pretty. I wonder if she's still single," Seungcheol's mother wondered.

"Why is my entire family so gay?" Seungcheol moaned.

"Hey, we don't know about Seungpo yet. He's still young. There's no telling if he's gay or not–" Seungcheol's mother was cut off by the doorbell ringing.

"Oh, I'll get it! I think that may be my friends," Jeonghan beamed, wiping his hands on a towel and rushing to the door. Seungcheol stared after him in bewilderment. More people were coming? Seungcheol frowned. Who?

"Come in, guys! Wow, it's been so long since I've seen you, huh? Siwon-ah, did you get a haircut?" Seungcheol heard Jeonghan say as he led three attractive boys into the family room. Seungcheol recognized them as people some of his friends were friends with.

"Mhm. How does it look? Sungmin, don't say a word," one of the boys replied, glaring at one of the others. The other boy just shrugged innocently.

"Hey, you're the one who asked earlier," the addressed boy, Sungmin, replied.

"Doesn't mean you have to be a di–"

"Yesung! Language! There are children present!" Jeonghan hissed, clapping a hand over the final boy's mouth. Yesung's eyes widened.

"My bad. I'm so sorry. My apologies, Ma'am," Yesung said, bowing to Seungcheol's mom. His mom smiled sweetly at the handsome boy.

"It's no problem at all. He's probably heard worse from his siblings anyways," Seungcheol's mother joked.

"Mom!" Seungcheol glared at his mother icily. He crossed his arms and huffed, looking over Yesung judgmentally a few times. Meanwhile, the other two boys seemed to notice Seungpo, and one of them, Sungmin, walked over to the young boy.