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Mashiho is the cleanest member of the group.
Everyone’s aware of how organized Mashiho is. That includes his family, friends, members, and even his fans. They noticed how Mashiho arranged the pens orderly according to the colors in one of their videos on social media, how he placed the sneakers and slippers in their shoe rack shown in their variety show.
He doesn’t like it if he sees a speck of dust when he glides a finger on a surface, small dirt piling upon his skin. The exact reason why he cleans his room every two days, vacuuming his room from top to bottom, not leaving a single grime on the corners. He makes sure that his floor is squeaky clean, the bed is completely tidy, and clothes are arranged according to their color in his closet. Rest won’t be good for fulfillment if he hasn’t finished his cleaning routine.
He was content with his dorm members, he made sure to teach them how to clean properly. Especially the kids, Doyoung and Jeongwoo. They are fast learners, taking the advice from their hyung in terms of tidying up. Jihoon was almost as well ordered as him, Mashiho didn’t have a problem with him.
Mashiho didn’t mind if the others went to their dorm and played together. He actually likes it. Not caring much about the wrapper of chips that the youngest left behind. He’d rather see them all have fun and enjoy their time together, than nagging and scolding them for making a mess in their dorm. Since the hyungs know Mashiho well, they often help him take out some trash, and sometimes even sweep the floor before they go back to their respective dorms.
He was already happy with the setup.
Mashiho liked how everything turned out pretty fine.
Not until Junkyu said he got kicked out of dorm 1.
They absolutely had no idea why Junkyu was staying outside of dorm 2, Mashiho’s dorm. It was the closest dorm since the members from the 3rd dorm moved out due to some crazy fans who kept stalking them.
Jihoon tried to ask his co-leader why his best friend got kicked out through a text, but as a response, he only got ignored by the elder. It was unusual for him, Hyunsuk always talks to Jihoon about anything, including serious matters. Even through phone calls or texts. On the other hand, Jeongwoo went to their dorm and hung out with Haruto just to get an answer. But Haruto kept changing the topic, leaving the other perplexed and confused with what’s happening in their dorm. Doyoung never got a reply from his hyung, Yoshi, after spamming his messaging app.
Junkyu was supposed to stay in Jihoon’s room, but he kept on saying no to his best friend. He kept on rambling about how messy and noisy Junkyu is, the kids automatically backing up in having their hyung as their temporary roommate.
Mashiho, the kind man he is, lets his poor hyung stay with him in his room for as long as he needs to.
Which he kinda regretted choosing that decision. A lot.
Don’t ask him how, because the things that Park Jihoon said are, in fact, true.
Let’s start with Junkyu’s clothes. He leaves his pajamas on Mashiho’s desk every single day, saying that he’s ‘busy’ as an excuse for not placing it in their hamper, his morning clothes scattered either on the bed or on the floor. Heck, his underwear can be seen under the mattress, sometimes hanging on the younger’s monitor. Mashiho doesn’t have any idea why his brief gets there. He keeps questioning Junkyu why, yet the taller one just shrugs and leaves his clothes behind, letting Mashiho throw them in the laundry basket himself.
Coming up next, Junkyu’s snacks and foods. Yes, he can eat at the dining area, but not in Mashiho’s precious safe place. The younger kept repeating over and over again that he’s not allowed to eat in Mashiho’s room because the smaller was afraid that there would be ants lurking in his room, crawling on his skin during his beauty sleep, biting his milky white flesh. But looking at Junkyu, he’s still always bringing chips and soda in the ‘ no food allowed’ room.
Lastly, Junkyu’s deafening and loud video game sounds. Mashiho likes playing games, yes. He wears headphones whenever he does, his volume only reaches halfway to the maximum sound. Then there’s his hyung, playing Minecraft on his computer, laughing like a small kid after building a house. The sound of the blocks being placed, the creeps lurking around at night time, it slightly annoys Mashiho because damn, Junkyu doesn’t have his own earphones. Plus, he puts it in a loudspeaker, worse, at the loudest volume!
Mashiho doesn’t know what to do at this point. He doesn’t want to kick the elder out too, he would feel bad, or even worse. But with what Junkyu is doing, he won’t have any other choice but to bring him to dorm 3, let them take care of him.
He told his plan to his Hyunsuk hyung, and he got the most unexpected reaction.
“What?! No--you can’t!” Hyunsuk screams through his phone, his voice obviously in panic mode. Mashiho knows that they’re hiding something, but he can’t seem to get the grasp out of it.
“Why can’t I? My room is a mess, hyung. I clean it every two days before he came here, now I have to do it twice a day…” Mashiho whispered quietly, eyeing the sleeping Koala flopped down on his bed.
“Just because--uh…” The leader took a long pause before chuckling nervously, “Because everyone in the other dorm is busy! Yeah, they are and--”
“Does it look like I’m not busy too, hyung?”
“Oh! Yoshi is calling me for the new song arrangement, Shiho. Let’s talk later, okay? Just take care of Junkyu a little longer, then we’ll bring him back. Bye-bye!” And that’s it, Hyunsuk ended their call without allowing the smaller talk.
Mashiho sighed sharply, leaning his back against his chair, closing his eyes as he placed his phone on the desk that he just cleaned earlier before taking a break. He tries to think of a plan to let Junkyu move out without hurting his feelings, because he’s a good person. He’s a kind and nice person all along.
“You also don’t want me to stay here, Shiho?”
The young lad yelped, jumping on his chair when he heard the other talk.
His voice was sad, Mashiho can describe it like that. He realized, Junkyu was awake all this time. He heard his conversation with Hyunsuk clearly, which brought him to a depressed kind of atmosphere between them.
“Mashiho, answer me.” Junkyu sits up straight, the tone of his voice getting lower. Mashiho had never heard him like that before.
“Hyung, it’s not like that--”
“You obviously don’t want to. I am aware that I cause a mess in any place that I stay.” The taller one stood up, staring down at Mashiho with a pout plastered on his face.
“Then why don’t you clean your things and tidy them up? Do I really have to get to the point that I would need to get mad at you everyday?” The smaller man also stood up from his chair, his arms crossed on his chest. “I sort of don’t want to take you to the other dorm. I can’t think of reasons why, but I don’t want to.”
Junkyu walked closer to Mashiho, crouching down to get on the same eye level with the smaller, their noses only a few inches apart from each other. “Wanna make a deal with me, Shiho?”
Mashiho stepped back in surprise at the sudden closeness, almost tripping down on his chair but luckily, Junkyu caught his waist, trapping the younger in his arms. Mashiho furrowed his brows and turned his head away, trying to avoid eye contact with his hyung.
“What deal..?”
“If I fix my things and stop eating in your room, you have to give me a reward every night.”
“A reward? Junkyu-hyung, are you joking with me again--” Mashiho held Junkyu’s broad shoulders, lightly pushing the elder away from him. Weird, he’s not tired, but he didn’t want to use all of his strength in order to move away from his hyung.
“Does it seem like I’m joking with you, Mashiho?” The elder asked, still had the audacity to pout in this situation. “Come on, I promise to keep your room clean again! If you want me to, I can even be the one to do your cleaning sessions every two days.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t want a cloud of dust on my--”
“I’m hella sure, Shiho. Come on, please?”
It took ten exact mentions of ‘please’ before Mashiho gave in, allowing the other to do what he said. Detaching himself from Junkyu, sitting back down on his chair as he watches the hyung take his dirty clothes from the floor, skipping his way to the laundry basket.
Junkyu must be true to his words since he did what he promised.
He made sure to keep Mashiho out of the place first, letting the younger rest in the living room. Mashiho seemed to trust his hyung with whatever he wanted to do, as long as his room is sparkly clean.
But Mashiho doesn’t want to rest his precious time, so he went out with one of their members, Jeongwoo.
And the day went by fast.
Mashiho kept himself occupied, hanging out with the Jeongwoo all day long in their practice room. He taught the younger a dance routine, and surprisingly, Jeongwoo learned it right away. It was fun. Mashiho enjoyed his day, teaching his fellow member his own-made choreography. He was surely proud of his brother, he even took a video with him, uploading it on their social media accounts.
They both left the company building after practicing a few more minutes after posting the recording, heading to the nearest convenience store, buying tons of snacks and candies. Some are for Doyoung and Jihoon, mostly for the two of them. Mashiho made sure to buy a large bottle of sprite for his Junkyu hyung, since it’s his favorite soda. He enjoyed his day so far, everything seemed to be refreshing.
He had so much fun, but then the deal between him and Junkyu crossed his mind. What could possibly be the reward that Junkyu wants? Mashiho’s thoughts were filled with questions regarding what Junkyu wants, but he can’t seem to find the answer. Plus, it must be given every night.
Upon his arrival at their dorm, Jihoon had already prepared their dinner. They went on with their usual regime, eating while sharing interesting stories or topics with one another, then playing a Rock, Paper, Scissors game to determine who would wash the dishes that night.
Everything went smoothly. Mashiho took a bath on the succeeding time, taking his sweet time relaxing on his bathtub all by himself. He stayed there for a while, long enough until he felt lightheaded.
The day was too enjoyable for him. Too perfect. Too peaceful.
Pulling himself out of the tub, he took his towel and dried his body and hair, wearing the pajamas that he prepared straight away. He drained the water from the tub and used the showerhead to clean the edges of it.
He went out of his bathroom, hair still drenched as Junkyu just sits on his bed, his gummy smile shown on his face while playing a video game, other than Minecraft, on his phone.
It’s adorable. Junkyu sure is cute. Mashiho felt like he would do anything just to see that sight every day, even if it costs a lot of effort. He felt really bad knowing that Junkyu suffered a lot before, maybe that’s why he seldom see the older smiling off-camera during their survival show two years ago.
While the older was still occupied with his game, Mashiho walked around his room, squinting his eyes to focus on the cleanliness of the place. After ten minutes of strolling in his very own room, Mashiho finally approved Junkyu’s cleaning. Everything was in place, there’s no dust anywhere. Perfectly neat and organized.
“Are you done, Shiho?” Junkyu asked, closing his phone after ending a game.
“Yeah. You did a splendid job. Above expectations.” The smaller grinned, grabbing his swivel chair, flopping down on it. “So, I bet you already want that ‘reward’ you asked for earlier.”
Junkyu smirked, raising an eyebrow as he ogled the latter. “Are you sure you’ll give me the reward that I want, Shiho?”
“Hyung, just tell me already or I’ll take back my--”
“A kiss.”
“Word…” Mashiho just stared at Junkyu, absolutely baffled. “Come again?”
“I said I want a kiss, Mashiho.” He chuckled as he stood up, walking over to the younger, bending down to meet his eyes, smiling widely. “Why? Can’t kiss me? Or you don’t know how to kiss?”
The younger frowns and lifts himself from his chair, pushing the older away, keeping his chin up. “Are you perhaps, challenging me?”
“Come on, Shiho. Show me what you’ve got.” Junkyu stepped back, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling the smaller closer to him. “You’re gonna kiss me until I feel satisfied.”
Mashiho’s quite surprised with the other’s actions. Junkyu is clingy, but not this clingy. He’s somehow childish, completely like a kid. And now here he is, towering over the smaller, taking control of the situation.
“Fine, since you did what you promised to do.”
Mashiho cupped Junkyu’s cheek and stood on his tiptoes to reach the other’s height, pressing his lips onto his, kissing him softly.
His lips were softer than they looked .
It was just a few seconds before he pulled away instantly, fluttering his eyes open as he looked at the older, whispering near his lips, “Was that okay? Enough for you?”
“Far from enough.”
Junkyu squeezed the sides of the smaller’s waist and smiled sweetly before diving into his mouth, slotting their lips perfectly together, kissing him urgently, as if tomorrow’s not going to come. Mashiho hummed and tried to kiss the other back the same way, keeping his eyes shut. Nobody had ever kissed him like this before, he could feel himself melt and shudder in Junkyu’s arms.
It’s amazing, Mashiho thought. How Junkyu dominated the kiss, which Mashiho thought he’ll be the one handling the whole kissing session.
Junkyu is an incredible kisser .
The taller stepped forward, pushing Mashiho slowly until his back hit the wall gently, not too hard. He didn’t wanna hurt him, and he will never dare to. Angling his head, he deepened the kiss, nibbling and sucking Mashiho’s lower lip, making the younger choke out a soft groan from his throat.
God , Junkyu badly wanted to devour Mashiho’s lips, and he didn’t waste the chance to do so. They’re probably the prettiest lips that he has ever seen in his life.
Junkyu collected the younger’s wrists, pinning them on either side of his head, slipping his tongue between Mashiho’s lips, exploring every corner of his mouth. Mashiho let out a whiny moan, muffling his breath against Junkyu’s mouth. Their tongues danced together, lips molded perfectly as if they were made for each other, moaning against their mouths.
Mashiho was the first one to pull away, but Junkyu chased his lips once again, gripping his wrists tightly. Mashiho’s legs were about to give out, and it’s all because of the taller’s doing. Though he’s not complaining, he won’t be denying that it’s making him feel gooey and weak, in a good way.
Junkyu finally broke the kiss, planting a soft kiss on Mashiho’s cheek, pressing their foreheads together as they both breathe heavily, catching as much air as they can.
“You…. freaking sucked the air…. out of me.” Mashiho whispered weakly, closing his eyes. He quivers every time Junkyu’s breath tickles his skin, doing his very best to keep up straight.
“I did. And you liked it.” Junkyu replied, letting go of the other’s wrists, crouching down and scooping him in his arms again. They’re so perfect together, the height difference makes it a lot better. Though Mashiho had a bigger build than him, he still looks like a tiny hamster to Junkyu.
Mashiho didn’t try to protest, embracing the older back. “Are you gonna ask for this every night, hyung?”
“Yeah, so better be ready.”
He sighed softly and nuzzled his face on the fabric of Junkyu’s shirt, mumbling against it. “Tell me…. They didn’t actually kick you out, did they?”
“How did you—“ Junkyu detached himself from Mashiho, pouting like a child.
“Guts. I trust my gut instincts. Hyunsuk-hyung made it obvious earlier.”
He sighed and snuggled the younger again, “so am I supposed to go back? Now that you know?”
“I didn’t say anything like that—“
“I can stay here with you?” He showed his bright smile again, pulling Mashiho closer to him.
“W-well… Maybe yeah. You promised to clean my place everyday.”
“As long as I get my kiss, then I’ll gladly do that.”