Maid || Mashikyu ||

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3rd Person's POV

Junkyu took the short Japanese home. The tall Korean hated seeing the shorter in this condition.

He laid the shorter Japanese on his bed and caressed his face. "Why didn't you fight back?" He took a first aid kit and treated his wounds and bruises.

The shorter was there for him when he got sick and he wanted to return the favor. "You should be careful Mashi. The world is cruel, so are the people living in it. Please be strong. You're my only source of strength. I have no one. Please be strong.. For me?" His eyes got teary but immediately wiped them when the young Japanese talked.

"Come back to me..." he mumbled. "I need you.." He wondered who the younger was referring to. Could it be him? "Hyung.."

"Huh?" Mashiho was sweating. Junkyu held his hand and the Japanese grabbed onto him tightly. "Mashi.." the young Japanese started crying and it worried the older.

"What's happening to you?"

"Don't leave me.." the short Japanese said, again. "Stay please.."

"Mashi? Mashiho?" He was panicking. He didn't know what to do but Mashiho quickly opened his eyes. "Mashi!" The shorter turned to Junkyu and hugged him. His waist specifically.

The Japanese was crying so hard and the Korean wanted to comfort him. "This position is weird." The tall Korean put his hands on the Latter's waist and lifted him.

The younger was hugging him, normally this time. "Hey, it's okay." The Korean rubbed his back and let the Japanese cry. He wanted to ask him the problem but he knew the shorter Japanese wouldn't stop crying.

"Shh.. I'm here.." They stayed like that until he fell asleep. He slowly laid the Japanese down and caressed his cheek. He smiled and slept beside the younger

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Mashiho woke up, feeling someone staring at him. "Good morning." The short Japanese gave no expression. Indeed, he was surprised seeing the tall Korean sleeping with him.

"Yah. Aren't you happy to see me? Not even a thank you?" The Younger didn't respond. The Japanese was just looking at the Korean with a blank face.

Junkyu got an idea. "Mashi." He called and started doing an aegyo in front of the short Japanese. "Talk to Kyukyu? Jebal.." He pleaded in an aegyo tone. Yet, the shorter gave no expression.

"Mashiho.." He squished the latter's cheeks and laughed. "You're so cute." No reply. "Yah.. Why aren't yoy talking? Are you feeling bad? I treated your wounds.. Is your speaking ability affected?" Nothing.

"Mashi, I'm worried. Please say something." No response. "You really won't talk to me? Then," He straddled the younger and the younger flinched.

Junkyu seductively took his white shirt off and licked his lips. "Then I'll just make you moan. Is that what you want?" He moved his face close to the Younger and sniffed the Younger's neck.

He got enchanted by the Japanese scent and sucked his neck. "Ah!" The younger immediately screamed. He didn't stop. "Ah! Junkyu stop!"

"It's your fault you're not talking to me. Now let me finish." He continued sucking the latter's neck and bit his skin this time. "A-ah! Kyu-ah! Get off me!" The Japanese pushed him away and the older landed on his back.

"What were you thinking? I was just thinking about something."

"Then you could've told me. I thought you couldn't talk anymore." The older stood up and looked at the young Japanese.

"The hickey is pretty, by the way." The short Japanese quickly covered that part on his neck. "I'll give you more next time."

"There's never gonna be a next time." The shorter stood up. "Thanks for treating my wounds and for taking good care of me." The younger said before leaving.

"Anytime, my Mashiho." The older said, smiling from ear to ear. "Aaah! I gave him a hickey! I'm so proud of myself. Yay!" The Korean plopped down on his bed and rolled like crazy. "What should I do next?"