straight 》 yuwin

14

"She actually forbade you from seeing me?" The Chinese gasped, watching his man with wide eyes.

Yuta nodded.

Right after his mother had told him those words, she refused to let him leave. So once it was night, he had gone up to his room and escaped through the window, fleeing to Sicheng's house.

"But why?" The younger frowned, quite shocked at the news.

"Some insecurity of hers about how all the old rich women will judge her on how disobedient and out of control her son is." He shrugged, taking Sicheng's hand. "She says you're a bad example, and she won't listen to anything I say."

"I swear Yuta, if I ever see your mother I'm going to-" Sicheng's mom said, slamming a plate of cookies on the table.

The older woman took a deep breath, clenching her fists. "She better watch out, that's all I'm saying."

The Chinese gave his mother a look before turning back to his boyfriend. "So what will she do if she catches you?"

Yuta shrugged. "Some threat about sending me to some other school. I don't know, I'm not really worried."

"Not worried?" Sicheng eyed the boy in disbelief. "What are you going to say when she finds out you jumped out your window and came here?"

The Japanese was about to respond when the older woman spoke up again.

"It's a good thing I allow fugitives in my house." She gave Yuta a comforting smile. "You can stay here for as long as you want."

The boy clapped his hands together with a huge grin. "Yes! I would love to-" He stopped, remembering the younger next to him. "If you're ok with that. If not, I'll go back."

Sicheng nodded, giggling as he held the boy's hand tighter. "If I means I get to spend more time with you, of course you can stay."

"Then it's settled." The mother said. "You can borrow some of Sicheng's clothes, you're about the same size anyway." She gave them a look. "Do I need to make up the couch for you to sleep on, or can I trust you'll find a place?"

Her son laughed, hugging his boyfriend. "He can stay with me."

She smiled at the two, the affection and love clear on her face. "That's what I thought." Glancing at the clock on the wall, she gasped. "My heavens! Is it already that late? You two have school tomorrow!"

Seeing that the woman was right, and they were awake much later than they should be, they sighed, and made their way upstairs. But before they could get too far, Sicheng's mother stopped them, pulling them both into a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you're staying here with us, Yuta."

The Japanese smiled, returning the hug. "Me too."

Sicheng was squished between the two, and needing to breathe, decided to break it up. "Alright! Let's go! We're not going to be able to wake up tomorrow!"

The woman rolled her eyes at her son's drama, but let them go. "Goodnight, boys."

The Chinese gave his mom one more hug, before following Yuta upstairs.