»I'm so bored.« Yeosang grumbled, sitting on the floor in front of the bed in his and Seonghwa's room, leaning against the bed frame and banging his head against the mattress over and over again. Seonghwa lay out of bed in a black shirt and jogging pants and watched the younger boy with a smile.
»You've been saying that for half an hour.«
»Because maybe I've been bored for half an hour?«
»Then do something about it.« Yeosang rolled his eyes.
»Ha ha, and what? The TV is broken, these magazines don't make any sense and I don't feel like spending an hour in the bathroom like you. What were you doing in there for so long anyway?« The black-haired grinned and held his hair back to show Yeosang his masterpiece.
»I trimmed my undercut.« he said proudly and Yeosang looked at him a little unimpressed.
»Serious? We're in danger every day and you seriously care about your haircut?« The older one made a puzzled face.
»Ehm yes? I don't want to look like a troll.«
»Are you saying the rest of us look like trolls?«
»I am saying that some of you could use a haircut.« Yeosang smiled slightly and got up off the floor.
»You sound like a mother, Hyung.«
»You're crazy.« Laughing, Yeosang shook his head and climbed onto his older friend's bed.
»No seriously. You cook for us, complain about our hair and our behavior. Shall we start calling you Mom?« Seonghwa slapped Yeosang's arm in disgust and laughed.
»No!«
»And we'll call Hongjoong Hyung Dad from now on! Maybe you two should start calling yourselves darling or baby.« Seonghwa's cheeks flushed slightly pink and he shook his head.
»You're crazy, Yeosang.« The younger one laughed and lay down on the bed next to Seonghwa, staring at the ceiling.
»I'm still bored.« Seonghwa groaned in frustration and tilted his head back.
»And what do you want me to do about it? There is nothing here for us to concern ourselves with. Go to sleep or something.«
»I'm not tired.« The two boys were silent for a moment in frustration, both staring at the ceiling.
»Do you hear that?« Seonghwa suddenly asked and Yeosang looked at him confused. He didn't hear a thing.
»What do you mean?«
»It's so quiet. I think the storm has moved on.« he said with a satisfied expression on his face and sat up. He looked over to the window and indeed the sky was starry again. Yeosang smiled as he looked at Seonghwa. He liked seeing Seonghwa so happy. It happened so rarely. The satisfied smile on Seonghwa's face also made Yeosang smile and it made him happy. The moment of joy was quickly shattered, however, when someone pushed open the door to their room and ran inside. Startled, the two sat up in bed and looked at the intruder. It was Mingi. He looked shattered, deathly pale and almost like he'd just stepped out of a haunted house.
»Did you see a ghost?« Yeosang asked a little amused by the sight of Mingi, while Seonghwa looked at the black-haired one in front of him with concern.
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