I Don't Like You

~×eight×~

Woojin watched as the older pulled him down the street. He paid extra attention to the way Jihoon gripped onto his wrist. The older boy was delicate but definitely powerful. AN odd feeling grew in Woojin's stomach.

"Want anything?" Woojin snapped out of his thoughts and realized that he and the older were now in an old liquor store.

"I'll buy you anything you want," Jihoon said as he skipped through the aisles of the liquor mart. He picked up a bag of chips and made his way to the back corner of the store as the other walked through the aisles.

"Can you grab me a bag of gummy worms while you're over there?"

Woojin nodded in response and started searching through the candy section.

"Sour?"

"Sure," Jihoon answered.

Woojin picked up a bag of sour gummy worms and walked to the corner of the store the other had gone to. He was startled when Jihoon shot up from the other side of the aisle.

"You sure you don't want anything?" Jihoon asked as he set a couple bags of chips and some drinks on the counter. Woojin looked around and grabbed a pack of gum from the counter. The two grabbed their items after paying and continued on their way to Woojin's house.

Woojin walked next to Jihoon and did his best to uphold his brave and buff appearance. The older was acting a bit strange. He was jumpy and ecstatic.Well, what should Woojin know, he's rarely been around the boy.

"How big is your backyard?" Jihoon asked suddenly.

"Um, it's not that big. There's a little bit of space. Everything back there is kind of beat up though. Oh yeah, and I have an old treehouse that I haven't gone up to in at least 5 years," the younger chuckled, " the tree is probably ready to snap in half. " He looked up to find Jihoon's face glowing with a childlike aura.

"You. Have. A. Tree House? Luckyyyyy~" Jihoon whined and started walking faster, wanting to arrive at Woojin's treehouse.

The boys soon walked down Shangri-La Ave once again, the older practically dragging the other. Woojin sighed as they reached his house.

"You don't have to let me inside if you don't want to. Maybe we could just go to the back and climb your old ass tree." The brown-haired boy sensed the tension in the other. He knew what it was like to feel unwelcome in your own home, so he didn't want to push Woojin whatsoever. He watched as the younger nodded and pushed open the gate to the backyard.

Woojin walked over to the base of the old tree house.

"Well, after you," he said, flashing a smile at Jihoon.

Woojin and Jihoon sat at the edge of the wooden platform that the majority of the structure was built on. They ignored the splinters and the slight beetle infestation. Jihoon pulled the snacks out of the bag, handing some over to the other.

"Here, try this." Jihoon handed Woojin a long bottle that had various fruits on it. The younger boy examined the bottle and took a sip, enjoying the sweet taste of artificial watermelon.

"This is good." The other nodded, taking a sip.

"It really is," Jihoon started, "but its better with this." Woojin watched as Jihoon pulled a bottle of tequila from his jacket and poured a bit into his bottle of juice.

"Want some?" Woojin nodded and took a sip of the new concoction.

"Never in a million years would I think that Park Jihoon, the math-loving goody-two-shoes, would steal. Let alone steal a bottle of alcohol."

"Well, I learned it from my mom," said Jihoon, looking down at his feet.

"I'm not even kidding," the boy spoke once again and reached for a bottle, the whole bottle of tequila to be exact. Woojin watched as the other took a couple sips and put the bottle down, revealing a tear running down his face.

"You see my mom is a bartender and she's a little too obsessed with some of the aspects of her job. She also has been really angry since my dad left. You can tell how angry she gets just by these." Jihoon rubbed his stomach.

"I thought I was the only one with a fucked up family." Woojin laughed and looked up to see the other's face a bit curious. "My mom hasn't been home in months. I don't know where the fuck she is and my dad doesn't either, and that's wrecked him. He doesn't leave his room. I swear I hear him crying every night. The only time he comes out of his room is to get more food or use the bathroom. He doesn't even come out to get his checks anymore. I get them and cash them and buy groceries and do everything he's supposed to. I'm happy to see him when he does come out but he always leaves his arms shown. His arms are always covered in thick, red lines, old and new. They are starting to look like tangled thread for god's sake."

The older looked at Woojin with sympathy. They were both having a rough time. As different as their situations were, they both had to act like adults and pretty much fight for themselves. Jihoon passed the bottle of tequila to the other. They both took sips and laughed at how pathetic they were.

"And don't worry. My mom doesn't touch me, she makes me uncomfortable sometimes but I would never let her get as far as touching me or anything for that matter. I know it worried you a bit, well at least I think it did." Jihoon nudged the other's shoulder awkwardly and then looked away. Woojin nodded and starred off into the distance, watching the birds fly through the floating white cotton balls around them.

Jihoon turned back to the younger and studied him. Woojin had small, sharp eyes and an adorable gummy smile with a visible snaggletooth that was plastered across his face. Woojin's red-dyed hair stood out against his tan skin and fit him nicely. The younger's face flushed when he turned to see Jihoon staring at him. Butterflies filled both of their stomachs while the world stopped around them. They sat, eyes connected, mouth agape. Jihoon felt his heart flutter and leaned forward without thinking. Woojin didn't move, he couldn't, his heart started to pound rapidly. He felt the other's lips on his and closed his eyes. He didn't push away whatsoever. He thought about it but came to the decision that he wouldn't have the strength to. He felt stuck, stuck due to Jihoon's soft velvet lips. The boys heard a click but chose to ignore it, they only focused on each other. Woojin opened his eyes and felt heat rush to his face when he felt the loss of contact on his lips. The older rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry... I should go, my mom is probably awake now." Jihoon walked towards the exit of the treehouse. Woojin noticed the bottle of alcohol still sitting next to him. Before he could turn to Jihoon and ask, the other mumbled a 'keep it' and left.

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I have so much studying to do and I don wanna do it (T⌓T)