location┃sungtaro

⌜ twenty nine ⌟

because of the ruckus outside of his room, shotaro was woken up from his deep sleep. he first sat there in a daze for a couple of seconds before panicking and reaching out for his phone by the bedside table first thing. he checked the time and let out a shriek upon seeing how late it already is for him, ❝it's already seven—❞

but he then had his composure the next moment when he realized that he had no schedule for the day, neither was he obliged to attend his classes. he got too busy for the past days that he was used to waking up early and do is daily routine. now that he actually had an opportunity to rest, he didn't know where to begin.

should he go back to sleep? wait, there's something strange that made him look around and caused him to get nervous. ❝where's jiro?❞

the reason why he was woken up was because of the noise coming from the kitchen. well, it first started at the living room, where a certain someone was already being productive first thing in the morning.

that someone is no other than jung sungchan, who's now sweating buckets. ❝le, take the green onions and then?❞

"the ground beef, don't forget about it." the chinese that he's having a video call with on the phone then instructed him, being seen that he's driving.

he might now be in the middle of cooking, but just fifteen minutes ago, he was doing something that he can't even think of doing to his own room— cleaning. when the celebrity told him that his apartment was a mess, he wasn't lying, neither was he even exaggerating it. books and papers were scattered on the ground, his shoes were not placed at the shoe hanger he had on the wall, his bags aren't even placed inside his room, and not to forget his clothes and uniforms just on the sofa. when sungchan went to pick it up from the sofa, where it would be his bed for the night, and he noticed that it wasn't even ironed.

he wondered how the young japanese was able to survive with his apartment looking like this. the last time he came to stay for the night, it was clean and tidy. this one made it look like a hurricane came to pay a visit. thus, sungchan decided to do the honors in cleaning his mess up, with his own will to do so.

❝chenle, remember that chinese dish you made on jisung's and jiro's birthday?❞ sungchan asked after finishing his second meal and placing it down the table.

chenle, from his focus on the road to his phone, then had a brow raised. "why are you making a lot for breakfast?"

with a shy smile on his face, sungchan gave his friend those pleading eyes and having the tip of his index fingers touching to one another. ❝can you just teach me how?❞

that disgusting look he's pulling off made the chinese almost vomit inside his own car. "please, spare yourself a day of embarrassment."