'Hey I think I may want to try it. The friendship, I mean.'

Yongguk put his phoned down and grinned like an idiot.

"Hyung, what are you grinning about?" Junhong asked from the kitchen table.

"Nothing, Junhong. Do your homework," Yongguk said firmly.

"But I finished it two hours ago," Junhong pointed out.

"Then eat your dinner," Yongguk commanded.

"But you're not done making it," Junhong said.

"Don't sass me, boy," Yongguk warned.

"Yessir, hyung," Junhong said obediently.

"That's a good boy," Yongguk said, patting his head.


Yongguk moved away from his brother and went back to his phone. He sent a reply to Himchan before going back to stir the sauce in his pan.

*

'Great! How about you meet me in the little coffee shop two blocks from the high school after work tomorrow. Say, around five?' read the text from Yongguk.

Himchan sent a quick 'okay' in reply and sat down on his couch. He sighed and looked around. To the average eye, Himchan's apartment was spotless. To Himchan's eye, it was filthy.

He got back up from his couch and went into his kitchen. He rummaged in the cabinet under the kitchen sink and pulled out his cleaning supplies. He went to work on his living room first, cleaning and cleaning until he deemed it clean enough. He then worked on his bedroom and then bathroom and kitchen. By the time he had finished, three hours had passed.

Himchan collapsed back onto his couch and his stomach growled. He felt disgusted with himself, not because his stomach growled, but because of his daily routine. Every day, he would come home from work, clean an already immaculate house until he was hungry, eat, take a shower, and go to bed. Then he would get up, wash his hands, put on a fresh pair of gloves, dress himself, eat, brush his teeth, and walk to work so he didn't have to deal with the filth of the train and the fair of a taxi.

Himchan thought long and hard all through his dinner and his shower. He was thinking so hard he even bumped into the bathroom door. After his shower, when he was toweling himself off, he sighed deeply in resigned revelation. In all his thinking he had only come up with one solution: maybe this "friendship" was a good idea. Maybe he could finally get over his mysophobia and become a normal person.

Maybe a change in his routine would be a good thing.

A/n:

Chapter three!  Thank you for reading and subscribing!