Jungwoo entered the big house and his body felt nothing as far as excitement, it was a normal family house.
At least in terms of wealthy families, he was used to seeing highly hung chandeliers that cost more than most peoples vehicles.
"It's so quiet in here, is it usually like this?" Jungwoo questioned, taking it upon himself to flip a light on.
Lucas didnt get a chance to answer, he just watched Jungwoo walk through his house like he owned it.
"And why is it so dark in here, this house is too big to resemble a cave," Jungwoo adds setting an extra container of food he had on the island that centered the kitchen.
"Haha I'm usually the only one here..no need to waste energy," Lucas says, spinning the bar stool around so he could take a seat comfortably.
Jungwoo hardly listens to Lucas' explanation and he turns to raid the cupboards for a plate.
The doors squeaked and creaked as he looked through them, and Lucas watched him look in all the wrong places.
"There are paper plates in the drawer to your left," Lucas says finally, trying to get the boy to face him so he could see his adorable face.
" I'm not going to plate my mom's food on paper, that would ruin our restaurant's rep," Jungwoo says quickly.
Lucas just rolled his eyes, one thing that annoyed him is how quick Jungwoo's tongue was. He always had a smart response to everything.
Lucas slides off the stool and walks around the island and bends down to get into a cupboard. He pulls out a box labeled fragile.
"Here we can use these, I haven't unpacked them yet.." Lucas says moving his fingers under the flaps of the cardboard box and ripping the moving box open.
Jungwoo looked down at the china and his eyes went wide. He looked at how the teal plates and bowls matched, the flowers lined with gold, and the tiny letters of Wong carved in the center of each dish
"Wow, where'd you guys buy these from?" Jungwoo asked almost afraid to touch them.
"Oh we didnt buy them, my mom was an artist," Lucas says smirking at the boy's excitement.
" Wow, my mom and I love China, did your mom just stop making them...I mean I hate to ask, but I'd love to give my mom a set like this for Christmas." Jungwoo rambles out finally picking a plate up gently to take a closer look.
Lucas clears his throat and closes the box after Jungwoo decides which one to serve his mother's food on.
" Um, yeah I mean she doesn't make China anymore...she passed away last year," Lucas says, trying hard to say this with a straight face.
Jungwoo's heart sank to his stomach, and he saw the confident boys face slightly change and snap back to normal in a second.
"Well, these sure are beautiful and I can't wait until you eat my mothers cooking you'll love it," Jungwoo says quickly, not wanting to dwell on the negative truth.
" K, I'll go put on a shirt, while you plate my food," Lucas says, feeling slightly embarrassed being shirtless.
Why he felt this way, he didnt know.
" I mean it's your house, you can leave it off," Jungwoo says dumping his mom's black bean noodles onto the plate in a not so nice fashion.
Lucas looked at the stool he once sat in and then at Jungwoo, and just decided to go put a shirt on. When the tall boy disappeared downstairs Jungwoo exhaled for what felt like the first time in about 20 minutes.
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DRIVE. | Luwoo.
Fanfiction"When are you going to let me take you for a ride." The tall handsome boy asked from the bright red car his father bought him recently. Jungwoo rolled his eyes. "The day you're old enough to drive and not kill the both of us." Or the one where unive...
