stosuh for the soul

one: starchild

Stephen babysits.

Yep, you heard right. The boy who looks like he wants to stab someone/something looks after kids.

Some said he worked some kind of magic when around kids; he always denied it, claiming he was just doing what his heart desired the most; to look after kids. To show them he cared about them.

Present situation: Stephen is walking up to the front door of the Lee's. His job? Looking after Hosuh, who may or may not be trying to hide a deep dark secret.

Reaching the doorstep of the Lee's house, he knocks on the door, three short taps. A muffled reply of "Coming!" is heard before Ms Ngs face catches sight of him, her lips curving into a smile.

"Hey! You must be Stephen! It's so nice to meet you! Come in, come in! Hosuh is very excited to meet you!" Ms Ng chirps, brushing nonexistent dust/dirt off her coat.

Stephen almost, almost believed her until he saw Hosuh. The silver haired male, on the contrary, had a look on his face that resembled utter annoyance, much like a "I really, really don't want to be here right now," look.

"I need to leave for my trip soon, so bye for now! You can stay over if you like, take the guest room, okay, make yourself at home! " she says, optimistically grinning and pulling her luggage out the door.

Stephen hears the luggage wheels go thump, thump, thump down the concrete steps of the house,her heels clicking in rhythm.

Despite how bad the day had started off (Stephen had taken the bus, got stuck in multiple jams and had almost arrived late.) he was determined to allow Hosuh to warm up to him, maybe they could even be friends.

One look at Hosuh with his small pout, his thigh length baby blue shirts, and his innocent form of cuteness automatically had Stephen smitten.

You could say it was love, at first sight.

Stephen forced himself to push those unwanted feelings away, telling himself that he was not going to sit there and waste time, that he was a mission to take care of his mom's friend's son, of which the mother had left for yet another assumed business trip and wasn't comfortable with leaving her only son alone in the house, from the looks of it, she had pretty much given up on him.

He would be damned if he allowed himself to disappoint her.

But this was indeed, proving to be extremely difficult as Hosuh had this fucking beautiful smile that he apparently rarely showed anyone, Stephen's heart literally combusting every time he showed that alluring smile. He went to the kitchen, gently asking Hosuh if he had eaten yet, Hosuh replied with "nope, my mom never has time to cook for me anymore." pouting a little at the thought.

Stephen's heart leapt at the chance to cook for Hosuh, honestly surprised that they had the ingredients, humming as he gathered ingredients for pancakes, already having a recipe in the back of his head, Hosuh joins him in the kitchen.

To Hosuh, there was something quite fascinating about watching Stephen combine ingredients into a batter. He lets a bubbly laugh escape as Stephen accidentally smears some of the mixture onto Hosuh's cheek.

Hesitantly, Hosuh wraps an arm around Stephen's waist, almost flinching as Stephen moves to gather Hosuh in a hug, fingers tangling in his hair, lavender purple clashing against silver, pressing a chaste kiss against his temple. Hosuh feels slight disappointment bloom in his chest when Stephen lets go and he has to go back to watching him pour batter onto the pan.

Stephen asks if Hosuh would like to try frying the pancakes, sliding a small cube of butter on the pan, guiding Hosuh's hand as he pours batter on the pan, watches as the batter starts bubbling in less than a minute. Grabbing Hosuh's hand as he flips the pancake, the buttery smell enveloping the whole kitchen, Stephen marveling at it already cooking since the pan had already heated up.