Junstin: Enamoured Jealousy

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 Jun was a mostly careful person. He was fragile with the things he handled, and made sure that both his and his friend's belongings were never in harm's way, at least if he could help it. He always locked doors and he always closed cabinets, always packed things up tight and always, always, always kept his personal things to himself.

Apparently, he was wrong in believing that.

Jun had finally gotten around to taking his shower late in the day, unable to take it that morning, as he had tons of other things to do. Showering had been the last thing on his mind, going straight for deodorant when he woke up. However, he felt horrible now that he thought about it. It was hard strutting around like you were comfortable when your hair itched, your clothes chafed, and you felt as if your hands and feet wouldn't stop collecting dirt.

So, Jun took a long, overdue shower for the day when most everyone else in the house was either asleep or about to go to sleep. He wasn't a loud, obnoxious, 'I sing in the shower every day off-key,' person. He played a little bit of music while he was in, quietly, and as soon as the water shut off, he turned it down and ruffled out his hair and wiped off the water from his skin.

Much better.

Jun padded down the hall to his room and tossed his phone to his bed, sighing as he sat down. Jesus, he was tired. He hadn't been this tired in awhile, he was sure. It was bound to put him right to sleep once he got into some sweats and a shirt, stuck his earbuds in and got under the welcoming covers on his mattress.

He tossed the towel aside and reached for his drawer, trying to find that one particularly comfortable pair of cloth pants he liked when he heard a strange noise in his room. The lights were dimmed down, but immediately turned up and Jun caught sight of the intruder.

"Jun, have you seen my phone?" Justin asked, walking straight through to the middle of the room and glancing around. "I left it in the living room on some laundry, I'm almost positive it ended up in someone's room. I checked Ryan's, but it wasn't there."

Jun could only stare in horror that was his older friend towering above him and his...well, nakedness. Had he not even noticed that he wasn't wearing an inkling of clothing?

"J-Justin!" Jun yelled, and Justin looked at him, which only added fuel to the fire that was Jun's increasing blush as he tried to cover himself with his hands, which did hardly any good of a job.

"What?" Justin asked, as if he wasn't in the presence of a nude person.

"What are you doing in here? Get out!" Justin raised an eyebrow before he made an, 'Oh,' shape with his mouth, realising his mistake. Or fortune, he hadn't decided yet.

"Relax, Jun," Justin said, and said the words Jun most definitely didn't expect to hear, "I've seen you naked plenty of times."

What. The. Hell.

"W-What?" Jun asked. "How?" Justin laughed.

"Well, you don't do a very good job of closing your door after your shower, now, do you?" Justin then pointed to the cause of the problem, which was the open bedroom door. "More than once, I've had to walk past you while you got dressed in the morning. I'm guessing your never noticed."

"What are you- Will you just get out?" Jun was increasingly getting more and more annoyed as the seconds passed.

"No, I have to look for my phone, remember? Where's your laundry basket..." Justin walked off towards Jun's closet and Jun took the opportunity to lunge for his dresser and find the closest thing to pants that he could, feeling the increasing need to cover up before Justin could even think to look again.