Second update of the day since I'm on a roll with this and just wanted to add more.
At this rate, I might end up updating this every day. Or maybe once a week, but with two chapters each time, so there's always both POVs being shown.
I'll decide on it eventually.

It was going to be a piece of cake. Yoon Jeonghan was absolutely sure of that. Plus, maybe above all else, it was going to be fun. He didn’t take a theatre major for nothing. He felt like his whole friendship with Jisoo was leading to the moment where Jisoo would have to lie to his mother about his relationship status. A bit of a stretch, but Jeonghan didn’t find a problem with it, even if it did involve deception. At the end of the day, everybody would be happy, anyway.

In the next few days that followed before Evelyn Hong’s arrival, the two were making quick work of fixing up their dreary apartment.

“You have empty bowls all over your room,” Jisoo said with distaste as he went inside his friend’s room with intentions to discuss their plans again, but he stopped by the doorway with a frown as he examined the state of the room. Clothes were strewn on the floors, empty cups and bowls littered the tables, with the blonde sitting in the middle of his bed comfortably. He gingerly stepped over a shirt and sat on the foot of the bed, “how do you even move in this room?”

“Our room,” Jeonghan corrected happily. It only made sense, he had argued when he first pitched the idea to the brunette, that they shared a room now. They were a couple, after all, in their wild youth that was yet to be tamed. Jisoo’s face promptly flushed at the other boy’s implications, which only made Jeonghan further believe it was a good idea. Anything to get a reaction like that again, he had said cheekily.

It was only secondary that Jisoo’s mom would be using a room of her own, too.

“My mother’s not here yet,” the brunette said flatly. “While it’s still your room, I expect you to clean it up, Yoon Jeonghan. I’m not staying here with you until you do.”

The blonde shook his head, “so many complaints already, babe. How did we last this long?”

“You won’t be able to survive without me, darling.”

“I think it’s the other way around,” Jeonghan said with an easy grin. “Who’s helping whom again in this situation?”

He always enjoyed bickering with Jisoo. When they had first met, way back in high school when the other boy had first moved to South Korea, he didn’t think they were going to be friends at all. Young Hong Jisoo was full of shy smiles and spoke very little. It wasn’t until Jeonghan realized that was mainly because Jisoo was still getting used to the language did the two end up inseparable, with the blonde mainly teaching Jisoo.

Now he was a master at talking back. Sometimes Jeonghan didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not, but ultimately decided it was the best thing to happen. It was always a delight to see mild-mannered Jisoo speak with such sass, surprising people who didn’t know him very well. Everybody always figured it was Jeonghan with the crazy, reckless ideas and that he just managed to drag his kind best friend with him. Little did they know Jisoo contributed to their fun half as much.

Still, if he had to decide on who was ultimately more playful, Jeonghan would vote for himself.

“Your mom arrives when again?” The blonde asked conversationally as he finally decided to clean his room.

Jisoo still sat on his bed, pointing out the stuff he had to throw out here and there, “tomorrow afternoon. She already said she’ll take a cab here. Insisted on it, even, since neither of us drive.”

“What’s our backstory?”

“You’ve been in love with me since high school and I only recently realized?” Jisoo suggested with a cheeky grin, instantly making Jeonghan laugh out loud. Yeah, right, as if that was possible. Everybody knows the blonde wasn’t exactly the shyest person out there. Quite often, what Yoon Jeonghan wanted, Yoon Jeonghan got. If he’s had a crush on his friend all these years, it wouldn’t have taken them this long to get together. He was confident of that.

As he picked up his clothes on the floor, Jeonghan hummed in thought, “I think it works better the other way around, don’t you think