[ChunJoe] We Are Not a Joke [Teen Top] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Eight - Everything Will Run Smoothly...

[A.N.  Happy Chappies, we all like happy chappies ;) I finally updated! Next time, I need somebody to turn up on my doorstep and stamp on my hair until I agree to write the next chapter haha~ So forgetful. e.e But alas, it is done~ Hope you all enjoy it! Also, picture is the 'Teen Top Class' album cover, dem sandals ;D Daaaayum boys~]

*L.Joe's POV*

 If I'm honest, I didn't expect Chunji to agree to move in with me, but somehow, things don't stay true to the way I think they're going to turn out, and we ended up living together once again. "Yah~ Don't just dump your things wherever you want!" I yelled, referring to the huge pile of boxes in the centre of the lounge. Today was the day that the remainder of Chunji's belongings were being delivered to the apartment, so the whole place was filled with cardboard boxes. It hadn't been as straight-forward as I was expecting it to be initially, and we'd spent the last few days boxing everything up, ready to be moved. When we'd originally decided to move in together again, I'd assumed I'd be able to send someone for the rest of his things... It didn't occur that he'd been living there for 6 months, so everything was unpacked in his own apartment. But now, there we were, surrounded by piles of boxes.

"I've gotta put it all somewhere!" Chunji squawked in response from the other side of the box-tower. "Until everything arrives, we can't start to pack away!" He continued, side-stepping around the tower so that we were face-to-face. "How did you even end up with so much stuff? It's only been 6 months, hasn't it? You didn't leave with this much..." I ran my fingers through my hair, stressing about where the hell all of this stuff was actually going to go... Chunji said 'until everything arrives' like it's totally normal to acquire so many belongings over a few months, just assuming there's going to be room in this apartment.

Knock~ Knock~

"That'll be the next mountain of cardboard for you, Chan-hee!" I poked out my tongue playfully at Chunji, who struggled to reach the door. Sure enough, it was the home-moving guy again with the remainder of his belongings. "Thank-you so much~" Chunji flashed the guy his best smile, and I felt myself becoming jealous. Only I get to see that dazzling smile. The delivery guy blushed, anyone would, faced with Chan-hee's special super-fanservice-smile. "W-Well... I'm only doing my job..." He muttered, becoming flustered, as Chunji giggled as though it was nothing.

"See you around~" He winked at the poor guy, who almost fell over. Once the door was closed and the new additions were stacked, I made my way over to Chan-hee. "And what exactly was that about?" I asked, pretending to be angry, with my hands on my hips accusingly. "Ah... That..." Chan-hee tried to look innocent. "It's absolutely nothing, honey~" He replied, smirking. So, what did I do? The only thing I could do in this situation... I pushed over a carboard box tower filled with clothes, so that the contents showered all-over him. "YAH!" He yelled, throwing light punches at me, which I dodged easily. This was how things were supposed to be. No matter how I looked at this situation, it was flirting, and things were very similar to how they were 6 months ago when we were living here together. 

We began to pack away the contents of the cardboard boxes, leaving the clothes boxes and scattered clothing until last. Chunji handled some boxes, whilst I handled others. Whilst I was sifting through the boxes with random folders and stuff in them, I found Chunji's school-books from when he decided to attend college a few years ago. Doodled over the back of one of the books was the TeenTop logo, how cute~ I couldn't help giggling, which alerted Chan-hee... Less than a second later, he burst into the room screaming; "Give that back!" at the top of his lungs. Waving the book around in the air too high for him to reach, I noticed that this wasn't a school book, instead, it was a diary. "Chan-hee, you keep a diary?" I asked, genuinely surprised. He didn't seem the type. "Uh... I used to keep one, before 'Miss Right'... I stopped afterwards, though." He mumbled, clearly embarassed, before re-attempting to snatch the book from my hands. "Nu-uh..." I scolded him. "Since you didn't say 'please', I supposed I'll have to read through this cute little diary..." So, turning to the first page, I began to read aloud.