It was caused by the stupidity of the troublemaker and Jay Moon and our own imagination.

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"Ah, that's so boring, Jay-moon hyung."

The mischievous Zhang Yongjun muttered as he turned the beautiful pink rose gold iPhone around in his hand. Because just a moment ago he had just finished a live broadcast on the popular application like Instagram.

There were all kinds of fans who came in. Zhang Yongjun doesn't really care about who's coming and who's going.

But the type that shows up often is annoying. No, it's very annoying too. Think about it: since when was he so popular that he appeared to cause a stir and fans followed in droves until his friends? Cursed every day

To be honest, since the incident happened His life had never gone downhill like this. But at least it's good that there are still people to fuss over.

He dared to say that the reason he wasn't stressed anymore was partly because of this brother.

Immediately thinking back, there was a notification from a fan club. Zhang Yongjun only smiled a little at that question. Before your pretty fingertips type a response and send it.

"Is there anything you don't get bored of?"

Jaymoon said, moving away from his busy head. Of the troublemaker who keeps sliding around on the sofa at his house. And now it's starting to spread to his lap too ☹

"It exists. It must exist."

Zhang Yongjun said, putting the phone down on his chest. along with rubbing his hand Bangs that are beginning to break Pink lips murmured into her throat, unable to understand the words. But Jay Moon didn't listen very intently. I heard a whisper. That's my brother. But he concluded that his ears were distorted.

“How is Kobe? Did Jay Moon hyung go look for it? And now why are there so many Thai fans following it? It's so*"

Jaymoon cleared his throat as if he was listening, but really he wasn't listening. Who can distinguish the auditory nerves used to compose a song in their head?

“I'm starting to get a little scared, but not too much. I don't know. I'm not very good, right? Why do they have to bother me so much?”

"Yes"

"Did you listen?"

"Listen"

"What did I say?"

"You said it yourself and I don't remember it."

“Well, you know I'm not smart -- eh, really saying it like this. I mean, you didn't listen at all, right?"

"This is smart."

"Jaymoon!"

"What's going to happen?"

"I'm not worried anymore, Nojam." The naughty boy stuck out his lips. Jay Moon saw this and became angry. Using his free hand, he reached out and flicked his small mouth. That was until he cried out loudly. Rising from his lap

"Nojam, just go home, kid. It's three in the morning."

"Can't go back! The song isn't finished yet, I have to go deal with Prime Boy. Let's go, bye!"

When I finished speaking, I picked up the coach I was wearing and put it on casually. He walked so stiffly that he feared that the floor of the house would shake and crack. So I accidentally shouted

“Lightly, Yongjun, will my floor collapse?!”

Zhang Yongjun turned suddenly, his small mouth visibly bent. It is said that the owner was angry at being teased about his weight.

"Shut up you b*tch!"

he laughs

It's a duck laugh. When everyone heard it, everyone laughed along. Not even the naughty one who was rude and cursed after another.

But Jay Moon didn't mind the rude words. In addition to not being angry, it was also extremely fun. Teasing Zhang Yongjun was really angry.

I don't know either. But he liked being scolded by Zhang Yongjun. Because it's nice to listen to.

Likes a little bit of violence But let it be. As soon as the bastard finished putting on his shoes, he walked away. Probably going to find another senior who helped make the song as I said.

When he finished thinking in his mind, he put down the paper he used to write down the lyrics to. His eyes caught sight of a sweet rose gold phone that definitely didn't belong to him. Because he doesn't like pink.

Zhang Yongjun didn't like pink either.

But this is Seoul. When it comes to fashion in Korea, no one thinks too much about sweet colors like pink and men. He probably uses it because the color is the most beautiful that he has. It's not unusual for boys to like pretty things.

Especially with beautiful women.

So did Zhang Yongjun.

He picked it up from a recess in the long sofa. It must have fallen when he got up and forgot to pick it up. Notification notifies you that there are many private messages on Instagram. One of them was a chat page that he had left open with a girl who was probably a fan.

The gist of it is just that.

'Appa, did you really say that in the live at that time!?'

Hmm, what are you talking about? I wanted to know and blamed my own curiosity for accidentally scrolling to read.

'If you're Noona, don't call me Appa.'

He accidentally scrolled a bit to look at the diss picture of that woman. It was true, that woman was a noona.

'I want to know. Please tell me. Na-na-na-na. Is this just a joke? Tell me!'

'How should I do it?'

'What's wrong with Jaymoon?! Please answer.'

Huh? When my own name was involved He had already begun to frown.

'May I have the right to change the question?'

'What's wrong with Jaymoon!'

'I think it's like that'

So what did Zhang Yongjun say?

He wanted to know but there was no further investigation. The woman's last message was a scream followed by a rapid-fire burst of crying emoticons.

Jay Moon was so fascinated that he could hardly sleep. Can't call to follow up. because the phone was with him When he called Prime Boy to ask, he thought he shouldn't bother him.

After a while, that naughty bastard might stop by and get it himself. He concluded and placed the phone next to his notepad and lay down to sleep.

Until then, just ask. He also didn't know which episode of the live broadcast he was talking about. Lately, that bastard's live life has gotten more and more frequent. Probably because I failed so hard and was really bored.

Six o'clock in the morning

Jay Moon was dozing. Just about to fall asleep, he heard a rustling sound from the front door. But I didn't get up to look.

Maybe it was his father or mother who came back. He just turned over and lay on his side towards the sofa.

After a while, his father would probably complain that he was still stretching out here. like every day

But today there might be something different.

"Sleep here again."

Huh? Wait, his father's voice isn't this low?

He didn't even bother to open his eyes. In fact, he intended to continue listening to the sound.

"Mommy, I'm so sleepy. Where's the phone?"

It sounds familiar. But he didn't dare decide that it was that naughty boy. because the sound was very soft

Followed by a rustling sound in the ear. Jaymoon remembered that he had put Yongjun's phone there. He used to give the house key to that mischievous bastard in case one day he woke up late at night and didn't dare go back into the house to ask his father to pray.

He probably stopped by to get the phone. Once he found it, he would probably leave soon.

But unexpectedly, the footsteps were quiet, similar to Zhang Yongjun standing still.

Followed by his low, pleasing voice. It is assumed that he is now standing on his head.

“I went out of my way to tell the fans that you are my fans. Act like I'm your girlfriend."

Eh?

Jay Moon knew that that naughty bastard talked a lot. What are you complaining about? But he didn't think that there would be a day when he would complain about things he wanted to know himself without asking like this.

I'm really about to open my eyes. Jay Moon could swear. But it's soft to the touch. on his lips made him pause.

Gently, just a glimpse and then it was gone.

But when I knew for sure that the cool, soft touch must have been the lips of a mischievous bastard.

Jay Moon's head was completely white. I opened my eyes again when Zhang Yongjun had walked out.

He lay motionless like a staff member. His words and chats on Instagram flashed in.

And it was like everything was pieced together. Including that soft kiss.

Jaymoon was shocked that Zhang Yongjun would attack first like this. But what was surprising was that I didn't hate it at all.

"Crazy kid"

He laughed softly. Feeling that the rosy blood on his cheeks must have faded, he accidentally closed his mouth and cursed the person who made him smile like this crazy person.

Jang Yongjun is truly a troublemaker ☹

          -FIN-

It's short, very short because I'm afraid my little one will scold me. Haha. Opening this and finding a fic of myself and Jay Moon would probably make me crazy. I'd like to add the hashtag.

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Give yourself in advance I miss her so much that it turned into a fic. Come on! Fight or not fight?

See you again, Mabi, I hope :)