“Where’s Woosang-hyung?” Kimchi asked Aoora as he took a seat next to him on the couch.

“Still in the dance room,” Aoora replied as he turned his gaze from the ceiling to his younger roommate.

“Ah, he’s so hard-working,” Kimchi cooed, “How long have you been here?”

“About 30 minutes or so… I don’t feel like dancing anymore,” the other replied.

Kimchi nodded, sat still and listened to the heavy breathing of Aoora. He wondered where Hoik and Juwon were and was about to ask when Aoora interrupted, “Hey. Kimchi.”

As he raised his eyebrows at his hyung and tilted his head, Aoora smirked, “We should do something.” Kimchi shook his head, “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Aoora said, “I’m bored so let’s play or something.”

“Alright, what do you have in mind, hyung?”

“You think of something.”

The blonde-haired boy looked around the room. What can we do? He thought about Woosang still in the dance room and his eyes landed on the hair-bleach that his hyung was messing with not too long ago. Bingo. “So Aoora-hyung, think you can win anyone? Make anyone blush? Flustered, should I say?”

Aoora furrowed his brows and gave a questioning look towards Kimchi, “…I think so, yes. Why? Coming up with a bet?”

“That’s right.”

“Bring it,” Aoora replied as he leaned closer to Kimchi, interested in what he had to say.

“Make Woosang-hyung blush,” Kimchi snickered, “Work your magic, hyung.”

Aoora groaned, sat back against the couch and threw his hands up, “That’s impossible. Almost no one gets to Woosang!”

He giggled and patted his hyung’s knee, “You asked to play.”

The older of the two sat back up and gave a nod, “And if I lose?”

“I’ll handle that.”

“If I win?”

“Then you win, duh.”

“Fine,” Aoora mumbled. He stood up, smoothed his outfit and hair out and made his way to the dorm’s main door, “I’m guessing you’re coming?”

Kimchi nodded, grinned and followed his hyung out towards their dance room. They turned a corner of the building and reached the dance room. Aoora gave another nod to Kimchi and he smiled with his thumbs up. He watched his hyung enter the room Woosang was in and stood off to the side of the clear glass window so he wouldn’t be spotted. 

“All good now, hyung?” Woosang asked.

Aoora just nodded, smiled and walked across the room towards Woosang. Getting back to the routine he was practicing before, Woosang replayed the music and stood not too far from the mirror, “Alright, so care to join me?”

When Aoora didn’t answer straightaway, Woosang turned his gaze from his reflection to him, “Hyung?”

Smirking, Aoora closed the small distance between Woosang and himself by going behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. He rested his head on the other’s shoulder and stared at their reflection, “Has anyone ever told you how good you look when you dance?”

Woosang blinked and tilted his head at the couple’s reflection.  Keep calm, Sangsoo. Keep calm. “Yeah, I’ve heard it once or twice,” he shrugged.

Tough little kitty. “Isn’t it burning up in here for you, with this jacket on?” he motioned to Woosang’s clothes and slid his hands up the younger’s sides to the front, aiming to the jacket.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Woosang said as he swatted his hyung’s hands away and broke out of his hold, “We should get back to practicing.” Did he bump his head while resting or..?

As he tried to hide his pouting, Aoora backed away from Woosang and sighed to himself. Letting a few more minutes pass before making another approach on the other, he watched him as he practiced. When the song ended, he made his move.

“Woosang-ah… You’ve been practicing all day,” he said as he grabbed the younger’s hand, “Let’s rest so you have energy for tonight.”

Tonight? “I’m fine, hyung… besides, you already took a break, remember?” Woosang stated as he took his hand away, “And what’s tonight? Another event?”

Aoora smirked, shook his head and walked back to Woosang, “Not an event.” He brought a hand up and grazed it along Woosang’s uncovered skin and whispered in the younger’s ear, “Just our play time.”

Woosang put the older’s hand back down, slowly turned him around towards the door and pushed him until he was out from the dance room, “Please just go sleep, hyung. You need it.” Aoora blinked when he was standing out of the door and heard the lock turn. He turned to Kimchi who stood not too far from him only to find the younger one laughing.

“Stop laughing.”   

“I’m sorry,” Kimchi replied as he straightened himself out.

“Whatever, what do I have to do?”

“The bleach is in the dorm,” Kimchi said as he motioned for the older of the two to follow. He entered the dorm and pointed to the hair-bleach that Woosang left sitting on the counter.

As Aoora picked up the container, he asked, “And what is it that you want me to do with this… exactly?”

“Go into the bathroom, smear it on your eyebrows—read the instructions—and when you’re done, show Woosang-hyung when he finally returns from the dance room.”

Aoora groaned and trudged into the bathroom with the container in his hand.

“Don’t use too much!” Kimchi yelled to him.

All her heard was, “Aish, I’ll look stupid.”

After he heard the water in the bathroom run, Kimchi stared at Aoora as he walked out into the living room. He clamped his mouth shut before any of the tea that he got for himself ended up all over the place.

Aoora saw this and crossed his arms. He took a seat next to Kimchi without saying anything and waited as Woosang came back from the dance room. He ignored the staring that his maknae was doing and focused on the tv.

Kimchi couldn’t help but stare. He hesitated before poking at Aoora’s brows and jumped when he yelled.

“Kimchi-ah, stop it!”

“I can’t, it’s too funny.”

Aoora shoved Kimchi’s hands away from his face and pointed at the tv, “You put it on, now watch it.”

Kimchi tried to argue and wouldn’t stop poking at his eyebrows when the front door opened and in walked Woosang. The two on the couch got quiet as they watched Woosang walk in the door, close it and made his way to the kitchen. Just as Kimchi was going to say something about him not noticing Aoora’s newly-done eyebrows, Woosang came back into the living room.

“Hyung?” he said.

“Hmm?”

“What happened to your…” Woosang motioned to his brows.

“Oh, now you notice me.” Aoora scoffed.