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Yes, yes.

There was a knock at the condo door.

"Yes..." The small owner of the room responded and hurriedly got up from the sofa to see who had been knocking on the door since this morning.

"Good morning." When he opened the door, he was greeted by the smiling face of a tall man that his small body was accustomed to seeing.

"Come again? -_-" said that. Actually, I didn't feel bad about him coming. It feels good again.

“^_^” The tall figure in front of him was still standing and smiling as before.

“I miss you so much, Hyung.” No matter what, the tall figure who was smiling sweetly in front of the door a moment ago rushed over and hugged the room owner.

“Here, let go, you crazy boy Junhong. Let go! Then why do you come here every day?!” Youngjae complained, slapping away Junhong's mischievous hand.

“Well, hyung doesn't go to see me at all. I have to come visit often.” Junhong acted cutely, pleading with the little senior.

“Make that face. You're so cute, go away.” Youngjae pushed the taller junior's chest away. Walking into the kitchen It didn't matter that Junhong followed.

“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” The clock said 8:30 a.m. Youngjae asks Joonhong if he wants something to eat. Maybe it's too early. I don't know if I've eaten anything or not.

"I've eaten, hyung. Haven't you eaten yet?"

“Um,” was the short answer. Then he bent down to find a packet of Ramyun in the cabinet and boiled it to eat.

“Hyung, have you eaten anything other than ramyeon?” Junhong stood closely behind his older brother.

“Probably like that. Don't ask too much. Go sit on the sofa over there.” Youngjae gestured not too seriously.

“Do you need any help?” Jun Hong asked.

"Just boil ramen. There's nothing you need help with."

"Ah, yes, yes, I can go." There didn't seem to be anything he could really help with.

“How long are you going to look at this, Junhong?” Youngjae complained when he saw that the person in front of him was staring at him while eating ramen without batting an eye.

“Well, you're cute. Can't you look?” The tall figure sat with his chin on his back and looked at the person sitting across from him on the dining table in the kitchen.

“……..” Youngjae didn’t answer, instead he lowered his head and continued eating. He's used to it. Play and sit and stare at him every day like this

Some of them ate for a while and the ramyeon noodles in the cup ran out. He got up and took his cup and plate to wash after he had eaten. Turning to the table again, I didn't see the tall person from just now. That kid isn't going anywhere. Probably moving around in the room.

“What are you playing in my bed?” Young walked out of the kitchen to find a tall figure sprawled on Youngjae's bed as if it was his own. He also picked up an iPad that didn't belong to him and played with it.

“Is Youngjae hyung really here alone? Why do you use a big bed?” I just asked. I don't know what to talk about.

“I want to sleep in a wide bed. If you sleep in a small bed, you'll probably die of discomfort,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and snatched the iPad from the little kid's hand to play with himself.

“Ah, why are you competing with me?” Junhong didn't say it seriously. “If I come and sleep with you, will you feel uncomfortable?” Junhong suddenly changed the subject.

"I won't let you sleep with me," he replied without looking up. He lowered his head to play the game Junhong had left off.

“...when will Youngjae hyung like me?” Pa...changed again /// What's wrong with this kid?

“Wha..why are you talking about this?” Youngjae could feel his own embarrassment. Pretending to cover up

“Actually, you're starting to like me, right? Yes, for sure. Look, your cheeks are red. You definitely like me now.” Junhong hugged Youngjae from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder and poking his finger at the small body's red cheek.

“Come on, let it go, what a precocious child,” Youngjae shouted, concealing his own embarrassment even though he couldn't hide much.

“I'm 18 already,” Junhong confirmed his old age(?).

"So, you're still younger than me."

"So what? I'm younger than you but I can push you." Ah...this kid.

“So what does this have to do with it///?”

"What's the matter?" He made a cute face (as if) innocent.

"Ah...oh, never mind." The more we talked, the more difficult it was to understand.

"Hey, you know that I'm flirting with you right?" Hmm! Look, just ask.

"I don't know." I know, but I don't want to know. I'm embarrassed. ///

“Uncle Youngjae~”

“…..” There was no response. Some of them lowered their heads and poked at their iPads even though they were still in Junhong's embrace ///

spongy!

O_O

Youngjae's eyes widened at the tall figure's actions.

"Are you embarrassed? Your face is red. Haha." Her white cheeks turned red. Youngjae raised his free hand and touched his own face.

“…///” No description…

“Are you dead? Ook!” The person behind you was elbowed into the stomach with full force. Totally stuffed.

Youngjae got out of bed. I put the iPad down on the bedside table and ran into the bathroom.

“What kind of crazy person is he who is shy and uses violence?” Junhong rubbed his stomach. It hurts to look at. “You're going to get hurt tonight, Youngjae hyung!” Huh, Junhong shouted to the people in the bathroom.

“You crazy kid!” Someone in the bathroom shouted back as well.

After Youngjae hid in the bathroom for several minutes When he came out, he was teased by a precocious boy and all sorts of things.

When it was close to noon Both of them were hungry. Junhong invited him to come up first.

“Brother Youngjae, it's almost noon. Let's go find something to eat.” The tall figure invited the small figure to sit on the sofa and watch television together.

“What do you want to eat?” Youngjae still didn't know what to eat.

“Look for a shop around here.”

“Then, eat tteokbokki at the nearby shop.”

“Um, yes,” Junhong responded in a simple manner.

“Two servings of tteokbokki, please.” Junhong ordered the food immediately after choosing a seat in the restaurant.

“You pay,” Youngjae said.

“Yes, darling,” Junhong teased loudly enough for the next table to hear.

“What are you talking about, you idiot?” Youngjae said with an expression of displeasure. Actually, it's just shy. ///

“Damn me again. You're really going to get hurt tonight,” Junhong said seriously.

“Why, what are you going to do to me?”

“If you want to know, just wait and see tonight.” Junhong smiled slyly.

“I…I don't want to know anymore///”

“But I want you to know, hehe.” Junhong laughed deep in his throat and made a mischievous look that made Youngjae feel frightened.

"Crazy kid," he said.

“Stubborn old man” said back.

“I'm not old and I'm not stubborn either. How stubborn am I?” Youngjae almost blurted out loud. Who used this kid to think he was old?

“It's because you haven't told me that you like me yet.” Junhong couldn't stop arguing.

“I don't…”….If I say I don't like it, it feels strange. I like it.

"...Don't like me. Ah, that hurts. Brother Youngjae is so cruel." Junhong made a dog face. It felt like being stabbed in the middle of the chest with a knife. He felt quite angry that Youngjae didn't admit that he liked him. Junhong already knew what Youngjae was thinking. But what kind of person is so stubborn?

“No…no, uh, let's talk later…” The little figure knew that Junhong was angry. At this time, Youngjae didn't know what to do so he chose to remain silent. If you keep saying something, it's wrong.

“There you have it, two tteokbokki.” The tteokbokki was brought out and served to the table.

“Thank you.” After that, no one said anything else. Everyone sat quietly eating the tteokbokki they had ordered. Don't talk, don't tease each other.

On the way back to the condo The atmosphere inside the car was not much different from when in the restaurant. It's even quieter than before. Quiet to the point of being afraid

Youngjae secretly looked at the face of the person next to him who was intent on driving, not paying attention to him at all. Normally, a tall person would have to tease him sometimes, but now he just keeps quiet. Is Junhong angry? Angry that Youngjae almost said he didn't like this tall person? Even though it's actually...not...ah, so uncomfortable.

The little man was distracted in his thoughts for a while and then fell into a deep slumber.

“Brother Youngjae, wake up. We've arrived at the condo.” Junhong gently shook his small body to wake him up.

“Oh…” Youngjae opened his eyes. Get up and walk out of the car with a drowsy expression. There's a little bit of sleep because I haven't woken up yet. Tall people look extremely cute.

Junhong pressed the elevator button and took the little figure who didn't look very awake up to the 15th floor, walking straight to room 1502, Youngjae's room. Junhong used the spare card that Youngjae had given him to open the door. Meanwhile, Junhong's phone rang.

"Hello...yes mom...let's see first...yes...yes" ends a conversation that seems short but the person talking probably understands each other well. Youngjae walked into the room but Junhong still stood in front of the room and didn't follow him.

“Uh… Brother Youngjae. I'm going home first. Mom called me.” Junhong decided to go back and settle down first. Let's talk again tomorrow.

Youngjae immediately woke up from his sleep after hearing Junhong's words.

“Ah…um.” Um? No, is this good, Youngjae? “Wait…wait, uh…well…usually I saw your mother calling. You never returned. Is there something urgent today? If not, please keep me company. It's only 2 p.m. here. You can come back in the evening.” Youngjae chose to hold him back. Today we need to talk to each other to figure out the matter. "There's nothing urgent. You can stay," the tall figure responded and walked into the room before sitting down on the long sofa.

Youngjae followed in, feeling relieved. At least it wasn't rejected. The small figure walked straight and sat on the same sofa as Junhong.

"....." Everyone was silent.

All at once!

“Hey!” Youngjae shouted in shock. Suddenly, the tall figure pushed the thin body onto the sofa and straddled the thin body.

“Ugh...why are you hitting me?” Youngjae blurted out loudly.

“Keep me company. Then why don't you talk to me, hmm?” Junhong said in a calm voice that sounded scary.

“Uh…I don't know what to invite to talk about.” Why is it so scary, Junhong?

“Hyung…you really don't like me?” Changing the subject again. It's so hard to understand this kid.

“Uh…it's not that I don't like it…but…” Youngjae was still speechless, not daring to speak.

“If you're still stunned, I'm going to kiss you." His voice was serious. Didn't play at all.

“….” There were still no words.

“I really did it.” The figure above slowly leaned his face closer to the thin body until their noses touched.

"Hoy! Oh, I told you.” Youngjae was shocked and said.

“What are you telling me?” This kid was going too far.

"...." I want to calm myself down for two seconds.

“1…” Why do you count?

“Okay, just a moment.”

“2…” I guess.

“I like you///” I like to say in a very soft voice.

“Say it to anyone who will listen. Can't you just say it louder?” Junhong refused, urging Youngjae to speak again.

“You crazy kid, you try talking first. If you speak first, I will shout so that the people in the next room can hear.” What did Youngjae say? You think Junhong doesn't dare?

Junhong moved his face closer to Youngjae's ear and whispered softly….

“I love you,” Junhong's raspy voice gave Youngjae goosebumps.

“/////” blushed according to the rules

“It's your turn. You don't have to shout. I know you're shy.” It's quite true. Youngjae didn't dare do it. Just like I said, shy////

“I…I….love you…too.” Youngjae said in a louder voice, more embarrassed than before as well. Finished speaking, he buried his face in his chest and hugged Junhong tightly.

“Heh heh.”

wad! Youngjae slammed into the middle of the back of the person in his embrace.

“Ooke! Oh, why do you have to physically harm me?”

“Serves you well, hehe.” Youngjae looked pleased with his actions.

“Come and let me punish you right now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Junhong punished Youngjae by kissing his left and right cheeks rapidly, not afraid that his cheeks would get bruised.

“Oh, haha, it's ticklish. Let it go, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! So what are you doing with my neck?” Junhong slithered from his sweet cheeks down to the crook of Youngjae's white neck.

“Heh heh, I won't survive today.” Junhong made a psychotic face.

"I can't survive. It's so bad.....Ugh!"

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The first fic is now open. Let's open it with a shield. I saw that there weren't many people decorating the shields, so I did it myself, haha. The first time I did it, it might look a little silly (or not a little), so feel free to give your feedback.

Come and read a lot, Kiki.

Edit: Changed the expression a bit. Add a little conversation But I feel like it's strange. Right now I'm practicing writing a novel. If I think my writing gets better, I might come and edit it again.

Enjoy reading ^-^

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