"Stop! Don't go near to me!"

Jonghyun looks above the stair, sipping his coffee he wonders what happened upstairs. Shrugging, he continues to read the newspaper handed by the mail boy in the early of the morning. The commotion above begins rowdy. He groans and hurls the paper on the counter, running to the specific room.

"Yah!"

As on the cue, a downy pillow comes intact with his handsome face when he opens the door. His bed-hair becomes muddled and his  coolness becomes thinner.

"Lee ing Byunghun." He breathes deadly.

The said petrified  purple, who his limbs tangled with the honey brown looking at him with a desperate eyes. "Jonghyun, help me!"

Jonghyun nods, "I think I should go." He turns around abruptly, leaving the boys with their wrestling and hostility.

"Meow."

He stops, looking behind him the honey brown bat an eyelid. He mutters on the cute exploit. "Come here, you cute little thing."

The honey brown boy walks slowly to him with confusion smeared on his face. He then beams when Jonghyun playfully whirrs and tickles his waist.

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