hiding lee jihoon ° jicheol

12. [ let me stay. ]

a/n: So, chapters like these are third POVs or only indicate/narrate what's happening. . .

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". . ."

Tinititigan ni Seungcheol ang taong katabi niya sa dining table, slurping ramyeon, chewing, while watching TV. May sariling mini-flat screen TV kasi si Seungcheol sa dining area niya.  Hindi na makakain si Seungcheol sa kakatitig niya dito.

"What?" Jihoon said when he noticed Choi Seungcheol was staring at him.

The two exchanged eye contact. Jihoon blinked in innocence while Seungcheol glared maliciously.

BREAKING NEWS.

The TV caught their attention.

"Last night, a huge fire took place in an old warehouse. The warehouse was almost burned down into ash before the firefighters came. It was recorded about 8:10 p.m. before they reached where the smoke had came from. There weren't any citizens around the area but a person died in the fire naming Lee Jihoon. His remains was found earlier after the fire went out. . ."

After that report, another patrol appeared who was live in the location where the warehouse was burned down. They could see the warehouse that almost turned ito dust. Not like what they saw earlier. . . Still burning and blazing with fire. Seungcheol glanced at Jihoon and watched again. The two were now focused watching.

Firefighters were interviewed. "Hindi pa po namin alam kung saan nagmula yung apoy, pero. . . Tinitignan pa po namin."

And Jihoon's cousin, Chan appears, crying, eyes in despair and grieving. "H-hindi ko po talaga alam. . . T-tinawagan p-po ako ni J-jihoon hyung na pumunta d-dito tapos—" he bursted into tears and continued talking. Jihoon couldn't bear to watch any longer. He looks down with a depressed expression, slurped a lot of noodles like he didn't care.

"W-wala n-na po. . .siy—"

Seungcheol reached for the remote and turned off the TV.

"Oh. . . Ba't mo pinatay?" tanong ni Jihoon.

"Woozi pala ha." nanlisik ang mga mata ni Seungcheol.

". . ." tumayo na si Jihoon, dala-dala ang bowl niya. Sumunod na din si Seungcheol. . .

"Oy."

"Ano?" Jihoon responded without looking at him.

"Akala ko ba Woozi pangalan mo?" Tanong ulit ni Seungcheol. Jihoon was silently washed the dishes, even the bowl Seungcheol was holding. "Oy kinakausap kita." ani ulit ni Seungcheol, eyes widened and an annoulyed expression.

Jihoon was still silent.

"Hoy! BINGI KA BA?!" Seungcheol bursted out, irritated of having ignored. Jihoon flinched and looked at him. "Galit ka? Oo na! Halata naman siguro sa news diba? Ako 'yung tinutukoy nila! Ako si Lee Jihoon! Tsk. May pagsigaw pa eh!" Jihoon finally replied. . . Loudly.

"Eh ba't kanina sabi mo ikaw si Woozi? Woozi. WOOZI. Nahiya ka pang sabihin ang last name mo, sa balita ko din pala makikita. What a fake." Seungcheol said while occasionally shaking his head with disappointment.

"Bukas lumayas ka na ha. Pinapatulog lang kita sa bahay ko ngayong gabi. LEE. JI. HOON." Seungcheol emphasized and left the kitchen.

"I can't believe I let a stranger sleep into my house." Seungcheol murmured, which Jihoon still heard. Tinapos ni Jihoon ang hugasin at pinunas na ang mga kamay niya ng malinis na towel.

Dumeretso sa salas si Jihoon, kung nasaan si Seungcheol. Nakaupo sa sofa at nanonood ulit ng TV.

"Sorry." Jihoon said as he approaches Seungcheol. Hindi tumingin si Seungcheol dito. "Ayos lang." a soulless reply. "Basta umalis ka na bukas." he added, napalunok si Jihoon.

"Hey. Seungcheol." tawag ni Jihoon.

"Oh.

"Let me sleep in your bed."

"Ha?" Seungcheol looked at him and didn't hear clearly. "Sa kama ko?"

"It looked comfy. Can I?" ani ulit ni Jihoon.

Napahilamos ulit si Seungcheol sa kawalang-hiyaang comment na narinig niya. Bahay niya 'to tapos di pa nga niya kilala 'yung tao tapos patutulugin niya sa kama niya? Aba.

"Nagbibiro ka ba?" Seungcheol said and raised his voice.

"Thanks." said Jihoon and went straight to Seungcheol's room.

"HOY TEKA!" sinundan ni Seungcheol si Jihoon, dali-dali nanamang hinabol ni Seungcheol si Jihoon papuntabsa kwarto niya. He can't be serious. . . It's obvious Seungcheol would say no pero dumeretso parin sa kwarto ni Seungcheol.

"HOY! LEE JIHOON! WALA AKONG SINABING— HOY!!!!"

Before Seungcheol could even catch him, Jihoon jumped on Seungcheol's bed. Crumpled the sheets, buried his face on the pillows. Eto naman si Seungcheol asar na asar na sa ginagawa ng malinggit na ito.

Hinila niya ang damit ni Jihoon para mabuhat, pero gaya din ng pagkakakapit sa kaniya kanina, hindi na din niya matanggal si Jihoon sa sarili niyang kama.

"Mmmmm. . ." Jihoon resisted.

"ANO BA!! UMALIS KA DIYAN! KAMA KO YAN NOH! DUN KA SA SALAS MATULOG!" Seungcheol scolds. But Jihoon didn't budge. He loved the comfortable bed and didn't want to get up.

"Walang hiya ka talagang—" tinulak-tulak na ni Seungcheol si Jihoon paalis ng kama—

*BAAG!* "AH!"

Nahulog na si Jihoon sa kama, malakas ang pagkakabalibag niya sa sahig. Nang marinig ni Seungcheol ang pagkaka-aray ni Jihoon ay sumampa ito sa may kama at tinignan sa kabilang gilid ng kama.

Jihoon looked like he was in pain. "U-uy. . . Lee jihoon okay ka la— AH!"

Seungcheol didn't see it coming, hinila naman ni Jihoon si Seungcheol paalis ng kama at siya naman ang humiga ulit.

"OYY!!!"

Seungcheol was fooled with Jihoon's acting, having Seungcheol to get revenge. Pinaghahahampas na ni Seungcheol si Jihoon ng mga unan habang si Jihoon naman, yakap na yakap sa kama. "GET OFF!!!!"

"NEVER!!!!"

And once again. They argued and argued, specifically took a pillow fight war to win the bed.

To be continued. . .

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So yeah. I'll be editing this.