𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

24; 𝙙𝙖𝙮-𝙤𝙛𝙛

"where the hell is everybody?" mingyu asked, pouring his morning coffee.

"well, kim mingyu," wonwoo answered. "it's 4:05 am, and you played gurenge in the hallways as your alarm. not everyone likes waking up the same time as you."

mingyu pouts, placing his hands on his cheeks. that way, both of his arms flexed and his muscles showed undeneath his pajamas. "then why did you go here with me?"

turn off, gay senses. wonwoo looked away subtly, answering. "i was hungry."

"okay then."

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" vernon suddenly appears. for the record, that's the most enthusiastic and alive reaction from vernon that wonwoo had ever seen. "MINGHAO AND JUNHUI ARE CUDDLING IN JUNHUI'S ROOM! C U D D L I N G!"

"why the hell did you enter junhui's room?!" mingyu questioned. sooner, his eyes widened as a certain thought came across his mind. "are they..perhaps..."

"NO!" the elevator dinged, revealing a distasted minghao in his chanel slumber clothes. "I JUST SLEPT BESIDE HIM BECAUSE I'M TIRED OKAY WE DID NOT SNUGGLE!"

"sure, jan." vernon rolled his eyes. behind minghao, chan and junhui came into view. "hey, chan! you saw it right? right?! they were cuddling!"

"yeah! it was cute though!" chan gushed. vernon screeched and ran to chan, intertwining both of their hands while jumping around because they found junhui and minghao cute.

"what the fuck is that," minghao scoffed, looking at the two shortest in the room. (they would have probably started an arguement about height if minghao said that out loud, so no.)

"junhao's fanbase!" chan exclaimed. vernon gushed, and stuck his tongue out at minghao.

"JUNHAO! JUNHAO!" both of them chanted. wonwoo sighed, sipping coffee. he needs it.

"hey guys!" jeonghan was the 7th person to appear. "i was wondering, where do you keep your meds?"

mingyu suddenly clinged to jeonghan's arm, eyes pleading. "no, jeonghan-ssi. life is still long, don't end it so easily, we love you!" to which jeonghan chuckled. mingyu was pulled away by junhui, who was experiencing extreme cringe.

"no! not that! it's for joshua. i didn't know where it was last night so i wasn't able to give him some for his fever." jeonghan states. mingyu gapes, apologizing quickly for clinging to jeonghan. he knows very well that he's heavy. "he locked his door last night, too, so i don't know if he's doing well."

"sixth floor, that's where we keep medical stuff. and oh, if i may save your time, don't go in his room." vernon said, waving a hand off. "he's in the fourth floor, probably finishing the report about fukuro mafia or playing games."

jeonghan angrily stomped back in the elevator. "thanks vernon!"

"well, what the hell, we need to keep on fanboying about junhao!" chan says. the two junhao fanboys get back into fanboying, screeching the ship name that they made impromptu.

"your fandom is based on one event and probably one picture of them cuddling. how are you so contented with that?" wonwoo asks, in all sincerity. mingyu nods in agreement and looks at chan and vernon.

"we see them walking beside each other everyday, sit beside each other whenever there's a chance, it's the best! we get to see them in action live!" vernon said, sighing softly. "ah, young love."

"vernon, you're still young as well—!"

"ah, let's go make fanfictions and aus about them! let's go to your room!" chan exclaimed. the two giggled, rushing to the elevator. they proceeded to make a whole ass 30,000 worded fanfiction about junhao in four am.

"i'll prefer my morning spent in peace."

"i'm going back to bed."

"i'll eat breakfast."

"i'll make breakfast."

the four people stated what they were up to, before doing their desired things. mingyu cooked breakfast, junhui stealing the cooked pieces from the breakfast meals that mingyu was making, wonwoo was watching them, while minghao was back in bed.

jeonghan made quite an entrance in the fourth floor.

"HONG JISOO!" jeonghan marched to joshua's place, wherein you could see joshua covering his ears because of jeonghan's voice volume. "WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO MAKE YOUR FEVER WORSE, OR WILL YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF?!"

"hey, be quiet!" joshua's hoarse voice was barely heard. "i just finished the report for fukuro mafia's incident, though! look!" joshua called jeonghan to come closer to the screen, but jeonghan didn't.

jeonghan spills the medicine he got from the sixth floor on the table. "take these." jeonghan reveals a glass of water that he held from behind him, and placed it on the table as well.

joshua sneered, mumbling incoherent stuff. he scans the drugs that jeonghan told him to drink, and held up one that he found unnecessary. "really, jeonghan? this is for bowel syndromes!"

"i accidentally grabbed it along with the paracetamol and pain killers. drink it if you want to, though." jeonghan shyly took the wrong medication and hid it in his pocket.

"why would i want to take—ugh. i'm going to drink this, so you can stop bugging me." joshua carefully read all the descriptions for the drugs before he drank one of each. "happy now?!"

"yea!" jeonghan beamed, showing joshua his white set of teeth. joshua looked away, not wanting to space out while looking at jeonghan's pretty smile. he'll bug joshua again, "why did you get sick, though? you're unnecessarily mean when you're sick."

"i usually get a fever when i go to a fight after too long," joshua stated, clicking 'submit' on his computer screen. he smiled a little when it's successfully sent to the national investigation and crime fighting division. "i usually stay in here and do the reports for others, but i got involved in the fight this time."

"but we went to fight karasu?" jeonghan tilted his head in confusion.

"that was too light for me to get exhausted, unlike fukuro." joshua turned back to his computer. "now, i'll reward myself by playing games. you do whatever you want, han-ah."

fuck, it's the nickname again. jeonghan felt his heart flutter, but he set it aside. "no! you're coming with me!" jeonghan pulled joshua from his chair rather harshly, and led him into the seventh floor. joshua was thrown to his bed, before jeonghan fished out a digital thermometer.

"fine, fine! i'll take care of myself! get out!" joshua stood up, pushing jeonghan out. jeonghan chuckled and smirked, turning to check out joshua's room. joshua facepalmed. "there's nothing that i'm hiding, i'm just really pestered when i see your face."

jeonghan pouted. "aw, is that so, joshuji?" jeonghan showed joshua a swiss knife that he got out of nowhere. god knows, maybe. "too bad you only get two choices. i use my ability on you, or you let me take care of you without using my ability."

joshua sighed. "fine, just—just don't f-flirt with me and you're not getting thrown out." what was so hard with saying that word, huh, joshua?! "promise?"

the reddening of jeonghan's cheeks worsen as every second passed. "i-i won't. i promise." jeonghan didn't know why he blushed himself.