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“What the hell are you talking about.”
He smiled silently into the receiver, “Listen, just get my room ready.”
“Why!”
“Because I said so. If you really don’t want to do it then I’ll call Yu-”
“Jongho you know that isn’t what I mean. Usually when you have sex with somebody you just go to a hotel or something! I’m sure that you know how dangerous it is to bring in a stranger to base.”
He scoffed, offended as if the idea that he was using Yeosang for sex was the dumbest idea he’s ever heard, “I’m not having sex with him!”
“...... Choi Jongho I swear to god if you even think about bringing another fucking-”
“Hongjoong!” He deeply sighed, glancing at Yeosang who was standing akwardly in front of the diner. He looked so painfully adorable with his hands clasped together, “Just get my room ready.”
“Huh? Well Jongho you know that I need an explanation! Also, why aren’t you-”
Yeosang watched patiently as Jongho whispered into the phone, ignoring the blurs of life rushing past them. He was curious as to who he was talking to. Maybe he needed his parent’s permission first?
He slightly jumped when Jongho abruptly hung the call up and stalked towards him, “..So? Uh did you get permission to let me stay over?”
Confusion etched his round features, “What?”
Yeosang gave a small smile, “Well uh, I just assumed I guess that you were asking your parents if it was alright that I stayed over tonight.”
Jongho broke out into the cutest giggle and Yeosang just about had to stop himself from cooing at his scrunched eyes.
He shook his head, straight brown hair flowing along with the movement, “No! No, I don’t talk to my parent’s much less live with them, I just had to make sure there would be a room ready for you by the time we got there.”
He gasped, “Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to as-” Great. What a great way to become friends. What's a greater was to become friends with someone you just met than to re-
He squeaked when a large hand wrapped around his own,
“Don’t fret, dollface.” Jongho turned to lead them down the sidewalk, “I think we should start making our way towards base. I don’t really like being around so many people this time of day.”
Yeosang stared at their fists, noticing with embarrassment how his large hand seemed to engulf h-
Wait.
Did this guy say... Base ?
He faced his (very gorgeous) side profile, “Where did you say we were going again?”
He only shrugged, “Base.”
Yeosang gaped at the large 3 story building in front of them that seemed to stretch on for miles.
It looked so… so intimidating!
And how the hell could a building intimidate him you ask? He couldn't explain but it just had this aura that had a shiver run down his spine,
He looked over when his hand was squeezed reassuringly, “It won’t kill you.”
He rolled his eyes, “Obviously. This is just.. new to me.”
Jongho playfully copied him, “Obviously.”
He was led inside, past the thin metal door and into a small hallway lit only by a yellow light dangling on its last thread.
Jongho dragged him forward and Yeosang was just about to ask whether they should leave their shoes by the door when an ear shattering shriek had them both freezing.
“God Choi Jongho I swear to all hell that if you don’t tell me what-” The voice was getting closer and closer and Yeosang didn’t know whether he wanted to run or hide, “-you’re doing then I’m forcing you on desk duty all fucking month!”
A man with long black hair stomped to a stop right in front of them, paying absolutely no attention to Yeosang,
“So? Huh? Why the fuck did you only just now arrive and why order Hongjoong to do something when I had him helping Mingi out and not to mention you asshole , you had work well over an hour ago and you bring a-”
He jumped when those fiery eyes landed on him.
The cute boy gasped, immediately staring accusingly at Jongho, “Oh you fucking idiot what the hell do you think your doing? Did you really bring another one of your-”
“Yah! What the hell, shut up!”
“Make me! Oh I'm telling Seonghwa you brought a normie into base!”
Now that wounded Yeosang just a bit. A Normie?
“-young just get back to your room, yeah? I’m letting him stay here and there's nothing you can do anything about it.”
He turned his accusing stare towards Yeosang this time, “Who the hell-”
He was pulled behind Jongho and despite the extremely weird and slightly terrifying experience, Yeosang couldn't help but discreetly smell his clothes. Wow, he should ask what detergent he uses, “Wooyoung, I’m not asking you again. Go back, we can talk later.”
The angry man stared at Jongho for a few more seconds before spinning and stomping back into another room.
Jongho sighed and turned around, giving him a small smile, “I’m sorry about that. That must not've been the welcome you were expecting, huh?”
Yeosang slowly shook his head, still frozen in place and Jongho brought both hands up to massage his trapezius, “He’s not really mean I promise. I-,” he huffed a small laugh, “well I just made him mad for not doing something so he’s throwing his fit. He’ll get over it before you see him again, that’s another promise.”
The rough hands on him had his shoulders sagging from their previous tense position and his lips shaped into a weak smile, “I guess i just have to get used to your friends?”
“I consider them family but I guess to a strangers eye they’ll seem very… very not normal?”
“We aren't normal.”
Jongho immediately spun around, “San!”
Said man rolled his eyes, not sparing a single glance towards Yeosang, “Wooyoung is now messing with your computer and we aren’t replacing anything. It’s out of your pocket.”
Jongho groaned and Yeosang was tired and he really just wanted to crash in bed.
The guy named San ended up leading the both of them down some hallways that had already started giving him a headache.
He also felt his anxiety spike to the roof when he walked by an open room with no door and noticed a few new faces just staring at him.
They looked up and he guessed that they were looking at Jongho but– Man, was their height difference really that big? He turned down to stare at his shoes as they continued walking and he noticed the pure concrete that would usually look really ugly but it seemed really well kept, not a single crack in sight.
San walked them down a final hallway that had 6 doors total,
He spoke without turning towards them, “This is the first floor of rooms, take your pick. I’m sure Jongho here will tell you,” He turned his head slightly to look at his companion, “whatever you need to know.”
He turned around to walk back where they came from and Yeosang felt his fingers fidget when his cat like eyes raked his body from head to toe.
Jongho’s silky voice called after him, “He's staying with me, loser. I thought I told Joong that.”
Yeosang sharply faced him, suddenly feeling a harsh blush heat his whole body, “W-What-”
San waved at them once before continuing his stalk down the hallway.
“U-Uhm.. I can stay in an empty room, Jongho. I’m sure your friends can’t be too bad right?”
An arm wrapped around his shoulders, “I’m not worried about em’, dollface. I just want you with me, yeah?”
Yeosang stared into the bedroom with wide eyes, his previous blush suddenly 1000 times hotter.
“A-Are you sure?”
And would you believe that when he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was high as a horse and it cracked so embarrassingly?
He didn’t think it was possible to become even redder but his cheeks heated so much they could be mistaken for tomatoes.
Jongho coo’d, using the pads his fingers to squish a dough-like cheek, “Ahh, Yeosang how cute can you possibly get?”
He swatted his hand away and took a step into the room, finally noticing it’s size.
It wasn’t large by any means, but the way the furniture had been placed and the colors chosen just made the room seem so large and almost… almost charming but at the same time it was just like any normal room being lived in.
Jongho walked inside while he continued to marvel at the nice looking room.
“Wow Jongho! My room was probably half this size back home.” He stared at a painting of the sea that hung over a dresser, “There had been a bigger room but my parents had wanted–“ He turned around, “Oh…” He had turned to be greeted by a muscular and naked back. Did I forget to mention muscular, “Oh my god!”
Jongho quickly spun towards him, “What? What happened?”
He spluttered, “U-Uh.. Naked!”
Jongho scrunched his face, “Huh?”
Yeosang’s eyes frantically moved back and forth from his suddenly extremely gorgeous face and his bare chest as though he didn’t know which to look at.
Jongho huffed, "I see. So I would guess you're not used to seeing a body as sexy as mine?"
Yeosang scrunched his face, the beauty of the moment suddenly dying out, "What?"
Jongho smiled, wide and cheesy as he motioned towards his (ridiculously nice) body.
He felt his mood sour and he waved a hand, throwing his bag onto the floor, "Just-Just go change yeah?"