“I’m afraid of starving.” the two boys laughed. ‘I’m afraid of losing you’ was what’s really on the maknae’s mind. Chansung knew long time ago that he has these special feelings for Junho, not as a friend, not as a co-member, not as a brother. He love Junho.
“Well, that makes sense. You’re afraid of being hungry. And I think everybody knows about that.” Junho said, smiling.
“Okay. Now, seriously, you have to sleep. I think the rain already subsided a bit.”
Junho quickly closed his eyes and just after a few minutes, he’s already asleep.
Chansung kissed the smaller boy’s forehead again and muttered “I love you.”
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“Chansung-ah! Wake up!” Taec opened Chansung’s door only to find an empty bed. “He’s up already?” he said to himself walking towards Junho’s room. “Junho-yah, wake up!” Taec’s eyes widened as he saw the two youngest cuddling on the bed. He quickly shake Chansung, “Yah!”
The maknae’s eyes opened, he placed his index finger close to his lips signaling Taec to keep quiet. He pushed the older boy outside the room together with him and closed the door behind them. He noticed that the sky is now clear as if it never rained.
“Yah! What are you doing in Junho’s room? Don’t tell me you sleep walk ‘coz I’ll smack you hard in the face! Yah! Chansung-ah!” The taller boy said, as he follows the maknae down the stairs.
“Of course not! I don’t sleep walk.” Chansung went directly to the kitchen only to find the other three members sitting at the table.
“I found him sleeping next to Junho!” Taec said to the three.
Khun, Junsu and Wooyoung gave the maknae a death stare making the young boy nervous.
“I promise I didn’t do anything. Stop staring at me.” He’s looking at Khun, who is holding a cup of coffee. He’s always been afraid of the Thai’s glare. “It’s all our fault that I ended up there. I woke up at 4am and found Junho tossing and turning and screaming. He can’t sleep because of the…” The maknae’s words were cut off by the other four members around him.
“Thunder!” his hyungs said in unison.
“See? So stop glaring at me now, okay? I can’t believe we all forgot about it. Junho slept like 4:30am a while ago.” Chansung said.
“But we’re leaving in less than an hour. He need to wake up.” Wooyoung said, munching a toast.
“How about you guys go first, and we’ll be there like maybe 10am? Just tell them to take your photos first, me and Junho will go last.” the maknae suggested.
“I think that’ll work.” Taec answered.
“Yeah, I think so too. It’s the least we can do for Junho. Let’s prepare, Woodong, Taec, Junsu!” Khun said leaving the table.
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“Be sure to be there by 10, okay? I’ll explain everything to Minjae-hyung. Drive safely.” Junsu said sitting at the passenger’s seat of the car beside Taec, who is in-charge of driving that day.
“Roger that.” Chansung said, as the car drived away. He went back inside the house and decided to cook something for breakfast. Forty-five minutes had passed, he’s almost finished cooking when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind him.
“Channie! Why are we still here? Where are the others? Is the photoshoot cancelled?” Junho said rushing to Chansung’s side almost panting.
“They left first. I told them what happened and they all agreed to let you sleep some more. We’ll leave in an hour. Here, I made breakfast.” Chansung smiled, placing the bowl at the table, one for him and one for Junho. He lead the older boy to a chair, pulling it.
“You should’ve just woke me up.” Junho pouted. “And you didn’t have to tell them what happened.”
“They all felt sorry for forgetting about you last night. As Khun-hyung said, it’s the least they can do for you.” the maknae said, patting Junho’s shoulder. “Now eat, then let’s prepare to leave.”
Junho scooped rice from his bowl and put it in his mouth. He actually felt happy with what Chansung said. He mumbled, “Ah. What did I do to deserve such a kind family.” He scooped another, now smiling, and slowly chewed his food.
“What did you say? You want to start a family?” Chansung said, almost choking on the rice from his mouth.
Junho laughed. “No. I didn’t said that. Here’s some water.”
“Then what did you just say about ‘family’?”
“Nothing. It’s personal. It’s a top secret!” Junho said, joking.
“Yah! That’s what you’re gonna say to me after making you breakfast?” Chansung frowned.
“Aish! What am I doing mumbling things like that.” Junho said. He faced the maknae, put his spoon down and swallowed dry. “Okay, I’ll tell you but this is kind of embarassing. Don’t laugh. You asked for it.”
The taller boy nodded, pulling a banana from the center of the table and started peeling it.
“I don’t think you’ve noticed, but I’ve always been telling people around that I consider 2PM my family.” he picked up the spoon again and bowed his head as he continued to speak. “…It’s because that’s what I see and feel. And it’s not like a family of brothers, I know you’re thinking about that. You guys are like another set of family given to me.” He eyed the younger boy who looks very confused, munching his banana. “Confused?” Junho asked.
“Explain.” the maknae said, swallowing.
“It’ll sound cheesy, okay? As I will now introduce my family to you. Ha ha! I consider Junsu-hyung as my dad…”
Chansung laughed, looking at Junho. He stopped when the smaller boy started glaring at him. “Okay, continue. I want to hear the rest. I won’t laugh again. I promise.”
Junho picked his spoon again and started playing with it. “He’s my dad because like every other father&son relationship, we love to argue about little things. We have the opposite comment on everything. But at the same time, we share the same interests. Music, composing, you know… stuffs. And like a father, I know he has always been supporting me quietly from the side.”
Chansung nodded, he doesn’t know what to say. He’s getting Junho’s point and the small boy is actually accurate on what he’s saying.
“Khun-hyung is my mom.” Junho looked at Chansung to check if the maknae is laughing again. But the younger boy seems to be listening seriously now. “A mom that has the most gentle heart. He would rush from work to get home when I’m sick. He’ll tend to my wounds and would pick me up whenever I fall down. He makes me food when I’m hungry. And he’s always been cheering for me at whatever I do. Just like what every mother would do for his son…”
“Taecyeon-hyung is… ummm… yeah, still my older brother. The brother that will pull pranks on me and tease me everyday. But he’ll make sure no one other than him can bully his younger brother. He’ll try to protect him from the other trolls no matter what…” Junho smiled.
“Woodong is the twin brother. He’s in-charge of my secrets, my personal stories, my inner problems. A shoulder to cry on. But at the same time, the funniest guy to talk to. Brings me happiness every single time. Cheers me up when I’m moody or stressed. Accompanies me to the mall and go shopping with me like a best friend….”
“And you…” Junho stopped and stared at Chansung who is now eating his second banana. “Nah. Forget it. It’s embarassing.” Junho stood up only to be pulled by the maknae back to his chair.
“What? You can’t leave me hanging. Not after telling me who’s who in your family. Tell me, Junho. Please? I bet I’m the younger brother.” Chansung said. Deep inside he knows it, Junho only thinks of him as a younger brother. He tried to fake a smile. “Tell me, please?”
“You’re my HUSWIFE.” Chansung’s