i'm your a to z | jihancheol

joshua (thinks he) isn't gay

chapter 4

"Jeonghan, it's time to wake up," Joshua called from the doorway. It was basically his job now to wake him up, seeing Seungcheol paid almost no mind to the boy. Even though he just met the boy, Joshua was not letting him wake up at almost ten everyday.

"I don't wanna," Jeonghan grumbled from the bed. But shortly after, the groaning stopped. "How the hell did I get into bed?"

"Seungcheol carried you." Joshua remembered Seungcheol cursing about things such as "what if my parents come home and see this lazy bitch" or things Joshua couldn't understand like 'he never changes." Didn't Seungcheol just meet him?

Joshua was astounded at his strength but what else would one expect from a former gang leader? He also remembered how truly big Seungcheol's arms were and how the veins in his upper arm bulged, causing then to contrast against his skin. They were the reason Joshua took longer to sleep than usual.

"Seungcheol did?" Jeonghan laughed like he didn't believe it. "Was it because he hates people sleeping on the couch?"

How did he know that?

Once they were both downstairs, Jeonghan immediately flopped down onto the couch, one leg hanging off the edge. Joshua looked around and saw Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen. His Macbook Pro was still on the table, meaning he was still at home. Joshua went into the kitchen and began to clean after Seungcheol's aggressive pancake-making. "The fuck does he mean he doesn't eat so early?" he kept muttering. "I'm gonna make him eat 'early.'"

That was when Joshua learned Seungcheol had no chill.

"Get your crusty foot off my fucking couch that I just cleaned!" Seungcheol shouted from the other room. Leave it to Jeonghan to somehow annoy the man by just breathing.

The American walked back into the living room to see a fuming Seungcheol -with a sleeveless shirt, mind you- and a smirking Jeonghan, with two feet on the arm of the couch this time.

"Leave him be," Joshua said. "Don't you have classes today?"

"They don't start until twelve and it's only eight. Now, can you please make him get his feet off my couch?"

"Jeonghan, could you please remove your feet from the couch before Seungcheol burns everything down and come get your breakfast?"

"I told you, I don't eat this early," Jeonghan whined and stood up.

"You're going to eat early," Seungcheol said and walked to the table to open his laptop. "Who told you it was healthy to eat breakfast at noon?"

"Just one pancake," Joshua insisted.

Jeonghan frowned but sat at the table and began to pick at his pancakes, which earned him multiple glares from Seungcheol. Joshua wasn't going to lie, he had no idea why Seungcheol seemed to hate Jeonghan but still let him stay.

"Seungcheol, I'm cleaning your mess of a house," Joshua announced once he took a good look at the living room. Both couches were absolute messes, the plants were dying, and the paintings were all crooked.

"You don't have to." Seungcheol looked up with a frown. "Don't do extra work for yourself."

"Too bad, I'm cleaning your house."

"Jisoo, no-"

It took two hours but Joshua had finally finished cleaning and organizing Seungcheol's mansion, leaving him relieved. Though the man kept insisting he didn't and could just hire a maid, the American did it anyways. He hated messes and maids were unreliable.

When he was done, he noticed Jeonghan had only eaten half of the pancake. He sighed and threw it out before opening Seungcheol's laptop. The second he opened up to his own email address, there were already three interview offers.

What a surprise, he thought before standing up to tell the others. He hadn't checked whose they were.

"Jeonghan, Seungcheol, we got job emails!" he shouted, not in the mood to look for them.

"Already?" Seungcheol asked as he walked down the stairs. He still hadn't changed from the sleeveless shirt and it was bothering Joshua. He didn't know why the sight of his arm muscles bothered him as much as they did. Nor did he know what definition of "bothered" he was.

"Oh, goodie!" Jeonghan exclaimed as he ran down the stairs, pushing past Seungcheol. It was the most active Joshua had ever seen the boy.

"'Excuse me' is a nice word!"

"That's two words." Jeonghan went to Joshua's side and looked at the laptop screen.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the American. Joshua opened the emails and saw two were for him and one was for Jeonghan. None were for Seungcheol.

"Sorry, Cheol," Joshua apologized.

"Stupid college diploma that I don't have," he blamed. "Whatever, I don't need a job yet, my parents are rich."

Jeonghan seemed to have muttered something but no one asked about it.

"Anyways, what place wants to interview me?" Jeonghan asked.

"Dunkin' Donuts," Joshua said. "Oh, like one of mine."

"Oh, really?" Jeonghan grinned and sat on Joshua's lap -which only surprised Joshua, instead of annoying him as it usually would- and opened the emails again.

Through the corner of his eye, Joshua noticed Seungcheol was fuming. He thought nothing of it, since he was always mad when it came to Jeonghan. Seungcheol then rolled his eyes and began to walk away.

"We can work together, woah!" Jeonghan sounded excited. Joshua had to admit, his childlike energy and smile was adorable.

"Of course," he chuckled.

"Thanks, Joshua! Jisoo?" Jeonghan frowned. "Do I call you Joshua or Jisoo?"

"Either works."

"I'm gonna call you Joshuji!"

"The fuck is a Joshuji?" Seungcheol stopped walking and turned around with a bothered expression.

"Joshu from Joshua and Ji from Jisoo," Jeonghan explained.

Seungcheol then went to pack his Macbook in its back and threw on a sweater. Finally.

"Joshuji, are you gay?"

"Oh my god, Jeonghan, you can't just ask people if they're gay!"

"Mind your own business!" Jeonghan then turned himself in Joshua's lap, which made the boy's heart begin to start racing. "Anyways, are you gay?"

"Definitely not," Joshua answered. The second he'd said it, images of Seungcheol's veiny arm muscles flashed through his mind, as well as memories of Jeonghan in an oversized shirt and shorts. At least, I think I'm not.

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a/n: ok but writing the second to last sentence really proved to myself how much of a switch i am fffff