𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚜 || 𝚈𝚞𝚗 + 𝙼𝚒𝚗 +𝙹𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

Only. Goofy days are the law.

— Hey, what's the slang used for jail or prison again? - asked Jeong Yunho.

He was pored over an open journal, on top of his bed. The pencil being dangled in the air while he bit on his blue stained thumb - thanks to last week, when he decided to paint his hair with crepe paper, but forgot to wear gloves.

— I think it's "Lock-Up". - said Kim Hongjoong, while going trough the book in his hands.

He was looking for something new on Yunho's dusty racks, specially now that he bored himself of the portable cassete player, but there was only old stuff, and he lost all his interest in reading when he realized of the missing pages and doodles in some of the books - work of a certain Song Mingi, during his boredom fits.

— Largest human body organ?

— It's the skin, no? — answered him as if teaching something easy to a dumb kid.

It's crazy really. Although Yunho loves crosswords, he'd always need help to solve them. Hongjoong hoped that would at least make him throw away some stuff in the room, before it went back to what it was: a mess.

Along years, it was home for rats. The rodents would do their villainy with Mrs. Jeong's papers and, for some time, it scared Yunho who strongly believed his house was haunted.

And as incoherent as it sounds, Hongjoong agreed; the sounds coming from there weren't holy.

A lot of courage was needed for them to start hiding there, that before a basic cleaning was even made. With time, playing Sonic in Yunho's Mega Drive no longer worked in boosting their moods, given the fact they were distracted with something else.

There was nothing special really, just a bunch of junk, but they felt really comfortable so without even noticing, Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi became little basement rats with pride, thank you very much!

So Mrs. Jeong could only do a little reform, so now Yunho slept in a room that is a mix of the styles High Tech and Memphis, with Biedermeier furniture and extravagant colors and light hardwood floor.

Hongjoong put the book back at it's place. Something else caught his attention. In the middle of moth eaten covers, he found one of those question books they used to do in High School.

The corners of his lips opened in a wide smile although it shouldn't, because as he grew up, Yunho looked more like those lunatics that hoarder a lot of unnecessary stuff in their houses.

For real! One day he will have accumulated so much stuff, it would be needed a search team to find him.

Yunho had graduated two years ago, and still kept his Barsa and Larousse encyclopedias in his overflowed with books rack, that he still filled, in his room...
Ok, perhaps that would come to use for one of his younger siblings, but agenda filled with candy wraps, and other trash they used to share, should've been thrown away long ago.

Hongjoong and Mingi found that too tacky — and cockroach bate —, but Yunho insisted that all of that stuff had a special something, so the other two merely pretend those things didn't even exist.

— Do you remember this? — he turned to Yunho, with an indecipherable smile...well, indecipherable for the younger at least. Hongjoong was sure he got it.

Before Yunho could answer, they heard the door opening. Yunho's parents murmured something. A few seconds go by, and they hear some steps. A serie of thuds that shortly ended.