boys like boys ✔ luwoo

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|| Wong Lucas ||

I didn't want to meet Jungwoo's family formally looking like I just attended my own funeral. Then again, this woman he lives with hasn't always been presentable either. Maybe me and her can actually have something to relate to today?

"You know how I handle bullies?" Shiwoo started just as we awkwardly made eye contact through the rear view mirror. I shrugged since I felt like he was talking to me. "I learned from my pops that bullies are insecure versions of you. They constantly feel like you have what they want but they don't have the worth to contain it. So all you have to do it flaunt what they don't have proudly. Is your hair healthier while theirs in over bleached? Run your fingers through the gloss right in front of them."

I heard Jungwoo scoff from the front seat which made my eyes dart to him. "You're more experienced in raising girls so you wouldn't know that hair isn't as important to boys." I covered my mouth quickly.

"I did not raise Dayan. Her mother shipped her off to me when she realized the girl wanted to go to college. I was dumb enough to accept it, but I guess you're right in some ways. She came back with a lot of problems and her luxurious hair got her out of it all."

"Really!?" I spoke up in disbelief. This girl must have strands like Rapunzel if she can do that.

"No, not really." Shiwoo laughed at me. "So your parents know you're coming home early? Do they know about... this?"

He was either referring to all three of us heading back to the condos or the problem Jungwoo and I ran away from. "Uh... I don't think-"

"I also meant to ask those two new guys if I should explain to their parents what happen but they ran out the car so quick. Do they live together?" Jungwoo and I nodded so we wouldn't have to explain details.

"Actually," my boyfriend started. That word being replaced with Jungwoo felt like bliss. "Lucas wants to have dinner with us. He hasn't been on good terms with his parents and he told me he doesn't want the situation to get worse."

He looked back at me from the passengers seat with a smile on his face. Shiwoo looked like he didn't care if I stayed or went. So he sat in silence until we got back to the condos.

"I'm making stuffed chicken," Shiwoo rejoiced with a smile. "It's my first time doing it. I learned off line and the woman seemed pretty legit so I saved her video into my recipe playlist. Wait until you see what I'm making for the holidays!"

I laughed when the man practically skipped out the car to the entrance. Jungwoo rolled his eyes and groaned before following behind him. I guess happy people don't really make him happy.

The car door swung open making me realize I was the only one sitting in this truck. Jungwoo swayed his arm out motioning me to the way. I acted as if I was lifting my dress so it wouldn't touch the concrete. "We're perfect," I spoke without thinking. "And I shouldn't be talking like that because we also just started dating."

"It's fine," he mumbled. "It's good to know I didn't ask the wrong person." He grabbed my hand and I almost fell out. I still couldn't recall how I got here and why he chose me after being annoyed with me for months. Am I really that irresistible? "I have a sister."

The news felt like a bomb dropped over my head. As many times as I've been around Jungwoo, not once has he talked about his sister. He barely talks about his mom. He's never talked about any of the women in his life.

"Are you being serious?" Jungwoo didn't respond. "You have a sister and she's going to be eating stuffed chicken with us?" He still said nothing. I then released his hand which made both of us come to a stop. "You can't date me and hide from me at the same time. You've done that through out my whole time knowing you but today it's done."

Jungwoo rolled his eye to the direction of the elevator. I looked at Shiwoo who seemed to be flirting with the front desk lady.

"I have a sister." He started with a sigh. "She used to be my therapist. I told her everything about my depression and home life. I trusted her. Turns out she was sleeping with my father. Not Shiwoo because that's her real father and that would be... weird." A cold chill went down my spine. "But the father I knew as a father since I was a kid."

I tapped a finger on my chin slowly as I piece together everything I was told. My mouth then puckered as I tried not to laugh in his face. I knew it would be inconsiderate to do that. "So... do we like her or no?"

"I don't know yet. She's been kissing my ass the last few days and living with her is shit since we have to share a room, but I've been giving her the benefit of the doubt lately. Just recently." I nod. "That doesn't mean you go in there and give her glares."

I pointed at myself in shock. "You expect that from me!?"

"Lucas, come on! You're no better than Injoon. You walked into his apartment and the first person you saw you told his business to."

I don't recall.

"Okay! And that person was Sasung so it's not like he didn't already know," I shrugged. Jungwoo threw his head into his hands. "But I promise. I won't say anything."

Although that made him happy. I had so many questions for this girl that I started to wonder. Could I keep that promise?