𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

42; 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

"minghao...." the familiar, annoying voice of junhui. here, live, at the doorway of minghao's room. minghao would trade places with anyone for a day just to avoid junhui's late night bratty show. "i'm scared. there's a fucking gumiho in my room."

"no. gumihos are not real." minghao raises his eye mask so it sat on his head, giving him a clear view of junhui standing at the doorway.  the younger grunts, tossing himself on the bed. "you went from minseok's house to minho's house. is this really that serious?"

"yeah... i'm scared."

"no, fuck you."

"minghao! i'm gonna cry!"

minghao pauses, as he remembers a thought from long ago—a scared junhui is better that a crying junhui. minghao never knew how to appease a crying junhui, so with a sigh, minghao agreed. "fine. no cuddling though."

"yay!"

lying alone in the king-sized bed, minghao felt a little lonely as he tried to put himself to sleep. the silence was deafening, the lack of presence by other people was making minghao lonely. now that junhui's here, lying beside him, it feels a little stuffy.

not in a bad way(but junhui's still big to occupy most of the bed though), actually, minghao liked it. this wen junhui is a person he's comfortable with, and a person who'd been through pain from pledis mafia with him.

minghao thinks that junhui understands him, and vice versa. all the joyous moments, the sadness, the anger, the pain—minghao had experienced the most of them with junhui.

"you're a good one. i think i'm going to keep you, weird ass."

minghao smiles.

"haohao, i recieved a mission for us."

"is that why you wanted to sleep in my room?"

"....ulterior motive."

minghao shakes his head, turning on his side to face junhui. unsurprisingly, junhui was already turning to minghao, which led them to an intense staring contest up close. "you still think we're partners?"

for a moment, junhui hesitates. minghao was more than amused, witnessing the odd gamut of junhui's expression(and expression changes) up close. minghao always liked it about junhui. he's so weird, but in a good way. sometimes in a bad way.

"maybe. but still, i wasn't the one who decided this. seungcheol did! and if you pull another stunt that led to that nasty back problem about four years ago, i'm leaving you." junhui scolds. this time, minghao was taken aback; junhui never acted motherly in front of minghao in fear of getting hit on the head.

that nasty back problem that jeonghan fixed was from about three years ago in junhui and minghao's mission together, wherein minghao had to go to the bathroom in the middle of a crossfire and on the way there he got shot on the leg and fell badly on his back.

what a story.

"haohao....." junhui trails off. there he goes again: expression change. "do you hate me?"

without hesitation, minghao answers. "yes. because you idolize me so much when i've done only wrong things. i'm not amazing. my ability is basic. i'm broken." minghao's hand twitches, maybe from birse. "that answers your question?"

"but why are you still... nice to me?" junhui shoots minghao another question, and minghao declares that that question is the last for tonight.

"because i know that you are more than just what i think you are. not just a... fan of mine. you have a great personality, albeit weird, and i like your personality. i want to keep you close, because despite my hatred for your liking in me, you are a great person."