prohibited [EDITING]

001

"hyung,"

groaning, minho swatted his friend away, turning on his other side so he could sleep more, unaware of what time it was. "go away, jisung."

"hyung, it's seven and you told me you had a ne-," the poor boy didn't get to finish, being pushed off of the bed by minho. looking at the time on his phone, the older hissed out a "shit" before he rushing towards his closet, wanking the doors open and reaching for his white blouse.

jisung invaded the unoccupied bed and covered his yawn, looking over at minho. "has anyone told you, you have a nice body?,"

"yep," the older replied, his hands quickly taking off his sleeping shorts,  "why wouldn't i? I teach dance to dancers."

the younger rolled his eyes and murmured a small "obviously." then continued to watch how his friend tucked his blouse inside his jeans, shuffling to get his shoes. "your mom left an hour ago." he informed.

"are you serious?," slipping on his shoes and tying his shoelaces, minho rushed to the bathroom connected to his room to brush his teeth and fix his hair the best he could while rushing.

"yeah." jisung nodded, eyeing the cat that wandered inside the room, "but I called hyung for you. he'll be here any minute."

sometimes, minho is glad to have a friend like jisung, other times, it's the opposite. for example, embarssing him in front of many people when he tried to swallow a chicken whole, and forgetting the bone he almost choked on.

"whose house you gotta clean?,"

"the hwangs or something like that," minho came back out and shoved his phone inside his back pocket, after checking the time and feeling anxiety crawl up his spine. "some rich people. and as much as i don't like serving others, I need the job for the summer or else I can't pay the rent."

"chan could've used some help in the studio," jisung suggested, figuring he could save his friend from working for some unknown people that'll probably turn out to be bitch, thats what happens in the kdrama he sees. "help in what? I don't really know how to produce or sing and rap." minho questioned, becking the younger out of the room towards the kitchen, with his cat following behind. "like...ordering his coffee...cleaning the studio...stuff like that."

minho rolled his eyes, "it's the same job just for different people. what's the point? anyway, I doubt I would do anything for him." he stopped walking and thought about it for a moment, looking over at his friend, "but you need a job so why not take it?,"

"I don't think so," jisung past the older to get to the kitchen, taking out the carton milk from the refrigerator. "I'll probably do more mess than cleaning."

"Isn't changbin working with chan now?,"

"yep, and feeling proud of his 'masterpiece', so he calls it. I heard him complaining on the phone about the endless hours of flirting he has to deal with whenever woojin visits. those two will end up marrying each other by the end of the year, if woojin isn't a chicken and mans up."

"they had been dating for three years now but... I'm pretty sure woojin and chan want to wait another year, probably two more. they're still pretty young and woojin's mother still doesn't approve of them." minho stoled the milk from jisung and took a big seep from it. he jumped when a car honked outside. "that's hyung. take care of my cat?,"

"yeah, whatever. don't forget to spill the tea when you come back!"