!!!Disclaimer.... English is not my first
language. Second don't take it to the heart it's just fiction. And also it inspired by a fanfic that I read in my language so .... Yeah enjoy.
There is some mature scenes so you've been
warned.
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Tick-tock, tick-tock. The clock
ticked loudly in the silence of the room. Mashiho stretched out on the sofa in the middle of the dark room, finding the echo very annoying. Mashiho sighed, the evil Kim Junkyu still didn't contact him
In previous quarrels, Kim Junkyu would be the one to hug and comfort him. But this time it's different. Two weeks ago, during an argument, he asked him loudly if he wanted to break up, and Junkyu didn't say anything and left. Thinking back to sighing again, this time he was really too much, but will the two of you really break up?
The message box still had no new messages, and Mashiho looked at the screen they took on his birthday. Evil handsome! Throwing the phone aside, Mashiho hugged the Shinchan pillow beside him. Suddenly remembering this was a gift from the other person, angrily squeezed Shinchan's face a few times, then couldn't bear to hug it.
The ticking sound kept ringing. Mashiho looked up at the clock. Nine hours and nine minutes. Okay. He admitted. I remember that person.
At the same time, the doorbell rang. Mashiho lazily got up and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, a dark shadow reeked of alcohol rushed to embrace it. Hyunsuk and Jihoon stood at the door, Jihoon after getting rid of Junkyu's debt to Mashiho, wiped his hands.
"Give this idiot to me! What naughty person is like an octopus!" Wrapped his arms around Hyunsuk's shoulders. Hyunsuk also just looked at him and smiled. "Shiho-ah, please forgive him, he knows it's wrong! That's it! Here we go!!!"
After saying that, the two of them didn't wait for Mashiho to reply and left, before leaving, Jihoon also conveniently closed the door of the house. Mashiho didn't say a word when he saw the door slam shut in front of him. Mashiho looked at Junkyu who was resting on his shoulder, he mumbled something he couldn't hear. He was clinging to him, struggling to drag him into the house, helping him fall down on the sofa. Mashiho propped himself on his hips as he watched Kim Junkyu lie sprawled out on a chair, threw Shinchan on top of him, and went to the kitchen.
When he returned, Mashiho had a cup of tea and a warm towel with him. Put the tea cup on the table, sit next to him and wipe his face. Remembering Hyunsuk hyung's words made him laugh. He thought that after arguing, he was angry and didn't want to make up, but he regretted it but he went to drink and cry with his friends without contacting, Kim Junkyu really made people angry and hurt. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed.
"Don't be mad at me anymore, okay?" Junkyu slowly opened his eyes dreamily at him, his cheeks were still rosy from the alcohol, there was a bit of cuteness in them. But Mashiho didn't forgive him that easily. Tuck the handkerchief in his hand. Then withdraw your hand.
"Wake up and quickly get up and drink tea to relax!" He turned his face away, suppressed a smile, and spoke to him in a cold voice. Junkyu saw his cold attitude thinking he was still angry, quickly sat up, grabbed the corner of his sleeve and pulled the scissors, his voice nagging.
"Mashi-ah, I'm sorry! He said sorry then! Don't be mad at me anymore! Don't chase me away!" Mashiho glanced at his cat face, and when he heard his voice that was about to cry, he couldn't help but laugh.
