50 : 50 | Taegyu ✔

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[Apartment]

"Taehyunie, I want ice cream."

"Junie, are you kidding me? Go get yourself!"

"I didn't ask but since you volunteer, I'll gladly take your offer." the black haired guy ignores, laying lazily on a message chair, eyes closing.

'Taehyuniee' aka Taehyun, an artist, who is known for his unreal features and his addicted sweet honey like voice, rolls his eyes at his hyung's behavior.

"Please, I'm really tired. You don't know how much content we shooted today. Almost a whole day just for a fucking magazine!" Yeonjun huffs about himself being on the verge of dosing off in any minute, taking a deep sigh first.

"Junie, I know. I needed to prerecord one of my song tracks since some potatoes unintentionally forgot to record it." the younger complains, cuddling with two big pillows and stares at the ceiling,"So we're on the same boat."

"Oh, what about Heeseungie? He told me that he'll be here to hang out with us." Taehyun points out, litting his eye up, excitedly.

No answer.

"Yeonjun?"

Still no answer.

"CHOI FREAKING YEONJUN."

"Yeonjun's alive..." Yeonjun let out a long yawn,"What did y- mpfmff–"

"Oh you said something? I didn't hear you." the blonde giggles, pretending to not see the older before.

"Ppppu." Yeonjun takes the pillow off his face,"Whatever, but you don't need to throw a fat ass pillow at me, not at THIS tired BUT beautiful face." Yeonjun gestures with his finger tips along on his so he called beautiful face. { A/n: Indeed beautiful *sobs*}

Taehyun shakes his head, smilling brightly, eyes squishing together.
He reaches out for his phone and dialed Heeseung's number.

"Okay, let me call him."

"Wait, I've an idea! We can call Heeseungie mmpfp–" Taehyun throws another pillow at him.

Yeonjun just glares at the younger.

●○○○●

Heeseung rests on the cold floor.
A black cap hanging lose on his head, while his chest goes up and down, breathing heavingly. Sweating pearls are visible on his forehead.

"Good job guys, that's it for today." the dance teacher says,"Take a rest you all, see you on tuesday."

"Yes Mr. Jung."

A ringtone chirps through the practice room.

"Huh...Heeseung it's yours." one boy gives him his phone.

"Thanks." Heeseung smiles softly.

His smile got even brighter as he sees the ID number, a good friend.

📞 "Hey Tyunie, what's up?"

📞"Oh hey-y I'm fine...hang on,
Yeonjun please stop it!
Ahem...you come over right?"

Heeseung chuckles.

📞 "haha yes, is Yeonjun okay?"

📞 "He is just hungry, can you
buy ice cream for us?
Just if you can."

📞"Sure thing–"