"I refuse."

"Aww c'mon Dae, just a little help?" Seunghyun pouted at his dongsaeng, hoping his wide puppy eyes might be able to gain favour with the boy. It worked too, Daesung was vulnerable to his hyung's cutesy face, just as much as Seunghyun was too his own aegyo.

"Fine." Daesung says, a slight tinge of frustration lacing his voice. Seunghyun's face lit up with glee and Daesung's heart jumped a little of it's own accord.  "Only for today though. And I want the stash of ice cream you think no one knows about." Daesung chuckled as the grin Seunghyun wore suddenly dropped.

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"No, more over that way, wait! Watch out for the painting Tomita gave me!"

Daesung sighed and placed down the sofa he had been holding in the air with a single hand. The exact same one he had also been moving around from room to room for the past hour.

"Hyung, I know I agreed to help you move furniture, but isn't this a little extreme? Why don't you figure out where you want things before I have to repeatedly return things to where they originally were."

Seunghyun looked slightly offended at the comment and Daesung couldn't help but feel slightly guilty at the now sad eyes that were staring back at him. He did want to help, but he had been there since 9am and once something got moved his hyung decided he didn't like it and just made Daesung move it back. Now it was 6pm and Daesung wasn't sure anything about his hyung's villa had changed at all. It wasn't that he was particularly tired from lifting things, just the repetitive task was slowly driving him insane. Not to mention the dust from atop the cabinets which Seunghyun out rightly refused to dust was irritating his nose and Dae wasn't sure he had ever sneezed as much in his life.

Daesung wondered over to where Seunghyun had collapsed on one of the large velvet arm chairs which hadn't even got touched yet and sat on his lap. He reached his arms round Seunghyun's neck and buried his head into the man's shoulder. He hadn't meant to cause Seunghyun to feel guilty or anything and even though he wasn't Jiyong he still knew that a short cuddle would soon bring his hyung's mood back up to it's usual childish happy self.

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Youngbae too had also promised to help his oldest hyung with a little furniture arranging, and when he had agreed he had a perfectly free schedule. Yet a nagging Jiyong required that he spend his time in the recording studio instead. So when Jiyong finally released him from his musical burdens later that day he headed straight for the villa, prepared with a long speech and apologies of why he hadn't texted ahead saying he would be late.

When he walked up to the large door of his villa he hesitated. Something felt innately wrong of what he was about to do, like he was going to interrupt something intimate. Dismissing his thoughts he opened the already-unlocked door, noting to remind Seunghyun that he's a global celebrity and he should probably lock it so he doesn't get stalked by some random sasaeng fan. Once stepping inside he noticed there was an unusual quiet to the space around him. It wasn't quite dark yet so it wasn't creepy or like a situation from a horror movie, but Youngbae couldn't help but feel unsettled at the calm. It was just too quiet. It was too early for Seunghyun to be asleep in his room, like 6 hours too early. And if he was awake he would be able to hear the small chime of wine glasses clinking against an antique table or the rustle of book pages.

But there was nothing. Not at least until Youngbae silently crept into one of the rooms and heard the hushed sounds of breathing and mumbles coming from the next. Perhaps someone had got in? He readied his hands with shimmering discs, ready to knock a burglar or intruder out if there was one.

He peered round the door frame, peeking in, trying to find the source of the sound.

Youngbae sighed, his nerves no longer on edge, his stance no longer strong, and the shimmering discs evaporating from his palms. On one of the velvet armchairs in front of him were a pair of grown men, curled into each others arms, dozing and sleeping comfortably.  He tiptoed around to the front of them, grabbing a blanket that had been randomly strewn on the floor that Youngbae sincerely hoped wasn't in need of washing. Once he placed it over the two dozing men, he stepped back and gazed at them. The two were just too cute. If Daesung wasn't clinging so tightly to Seunghyun like a koala, or if Seunghyun's arms weren't embracing Daesung to his chest then Youngbae was sure that Daesung would have already fallen on the floor already, his muscled body too large to be balanced well whilst curled up on the other's lap.

He took one last look at the dreaming pair before slowly and carefully tiptoeing his way back out of the villa, closing the door behind him as quiet as possible.

As he wondered down the path back to his car, Youngbae regretted not taking any pictures of the adorable sleeping pair. It would be excellent teasing material later on after all.