Jeongin entered the small little house that he shared with his parents, and went straight for his mothers bed room. He quietly pushed the door open, hoping she wasn't home, and when he seen that she wasn't, he quickened his pace.
He walked straight into the bathroom, grabbing a few things from his mothers makeup bag before retreating to his own bedroom. After unlocking his closet, he grabbed a few secret items of clothing and ran to the bathroom.
Jeongin removed his shirt, slipping an oversized sweater over his head. It was pastel blue and came down a little farther than what he was used to wearing. Next, he removed his black jeans, pulling his pretty pink thigh highs up to their correct place. His clothes were pretty, but his face was still unappealing. At least to him it was. He grabbed his mothers lipstick, carefully applying it to his lips. When he was finally satisfied with his lips, he moved on to his cheeks, and so on.
About 20 minutes later he heard a loud knock on the front door, and he froze. He couldn't answer the door like this. He'd never hear the end of it. So he just quietly stood there, hoping the person would just return later.
But they didn't. Jeongin heard the front door open and internally panicked.
"Jeongin? Your car's out front, I know you're home." Chan called out to the younger, hoping for a response, but when he got none, he knew he'd have to search by himself.
The younger boy jumped into the towel closet, being as quiet as he possibly could be. He was frustrated. He felt a lot of different emotions, and didn't know what to do with them all, so he let himself tear up. He held his breathe as the hot tears fell onto his cheeks and he knew that Chan was growing closer by the second.
He knew he couldn't hide from his best friend for long.
