Hello, Neighbor

Chapter Two.

Jeongin stands infront of Chris's house, the plate the man had given to him- along with the muffins- in his hands, rocking back and forth.

Just knock, He won't mind.

The ravenette puffs out a sigh, lifting one hand. Once Jeongin brings his knuckles forward to knock, Chris opens the door, smiling.

The man is dressed head to toe in formal attire, a button-up shirt, and dress pants caressing his frame.

"Jeongin." He nods, "Come in."

Jeongin nearly topples over, jumping at the sight of the blond, "Were you..." He blinks, swallowing, "There the entire time?"

Chris stiffens, shrugging, "Come inside." He pushes away the question, turning around and bouncing inside, walking past box after box.

"Weird..." The ravenette blows out faintly, scuffing off his shoes and placing them on a matt, following after the man slowly, "Hey," He runs up to his side, pushing the plate into his rib, "I washed this for you."

Chris hums, grabbing it and setting it on a box labeled kitchen. He glances around before walking toward a room, waving Jeongin forward, "Don't mind the mess," He mutters, striding into a dining room, a table sitting in the middle of the room along with chairs that still need to be set up. "Thank you for yesterday."

Jeongin raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms, "For what?" He ponders.

"Not many people would have offered to help someone," The blond's eyes widen, his lips twitching into a smile, "You have a kind heart." He prods. "Lots of people want a heart like yours."

The ravenette bites onto his bottom lip, shuddering under the man's steady gaze, "Thank you, Chris. That's-" He whispers before Chris cuts him off.

"It would be nice to frame something so nice, don't you think?"

Jeongin's heart drops, and he blinks, attempting to assess what the man has just indicated. "What..." He tilts his head, "What do you mean?"

Chris waves it off, leaning against his table, "Oh! I mean, people frame nice things," He shrugs, "I would love to frame you." He chuckles.

There's something that Jeongin cannot understand about the blond.

It seems as if He isn't joking.

But, mayhaps, it's merely Chris's tone of voice.

"Do you want something to drink?" Chris snaps him from his thoughts, now settling infront of Jeongin, stooping down to look into his eyes.

Jeongin flinches as the man's hot breath fans across his face, meekly nodding, "Yes, please."

"You can have whatever you'd like," The blond pet the boy's hair the same way he would to a child, grinning, "Water, grape juice, or orange juice?"

Jeongin's cheeks tint, growing bashful by the mere second, "Grape." He answers, lowering his gaze to the ground.

Chris nudges past the ravenette and down the hallway, leaving Jeongin by himself.

The boy takes his time to study everything, examining each box, his eyes skimming over the writing.

Garage.

Dining room.

Kitchen.

There's nothing out of the ordinary, but he solely doesn't trust it. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking underneath his feet, walking toward a box that has been ripped open.