/figuring that he must've been washing his breasts, he enters the house, petting Pochi before hopping his way to the kitchen/

Kiku releases a long sigh, shifting the weight of his shopping in one hand as he fishes out his keys to unlock his door. Entering his house,

he peels off his shoes before he slips into his house slippers and makes his way to the kitchen. A friendly yap greets him and he gives

Pochi a small smile as he finds the dog wagging its tail in delight. "*Tadaima*.." he quietly greets as he sets the bag on the counter

before crouching down to pet the dog. "Were you waiting long? I'm sorry about that but I've managed to get your favourite snack."

Kiku reaches up to grab the tin from the bag. However, instead of opening it, he whirls around and hurls it at the first *foreign* thing

creeps from the corner of his eye, glaring at his unexpected and certainly unwelcomed guest. "What are *you* doing here?"

[[IT'S 4 AM WHY ARE YOU AWAKE JP BC]]

[[I slept for the whole trip back from London.. /cannot sleep for more than 4-5 hours on a daily basis ^^;; ]]

[[Nggghhh /Mamas on -n-]]

His ears tweaked by the familiar voice, and turns his face around from the interior of the fridge to Kiku.

The leek in his mouth bobbed up and down when he tries to speak, his hands moving failingly from carrying all that wasabi snacks.

"Ahh chaym tuh vishit joo, duh sheh" (I came to visit you, da ze)

frowns at this and he straightens his back, standing to his feet. "Please excuse me but there must be some mistake. I do not recall inviting

you over to my house.." The corner of his lips twitched a little in annoyance when Yong Soo shamelessly sneaks a hand into his fridge to

pull out one of his puddings. "Or breaking into it."

"Oh look a pudding! Mmm, strawberry too, my favourite!" Clearly he didn't even bother to pay attention to his brother.

The fridge looked more appealing than the owner after all.

Seeing how incredibly inconsiderate the other has always been, Kiku had decided to move on to his task of sorting out his shopping, Pochi

plopping after him affectionately. "If you have no urgent business here then please leave."

He grabs enough of snacks that he can find, he closes the fridge door with his foot and blinks at the sight of Kiku sorting the groceries.

Immediately as always, he drops his stuff and jumps on Kiku, his arms locked around the other's chest. "Hiiiii Kikuuuuuu~!"

"O-Oy! What-where are you putting your hands!?" Kiku bristles at this and he tries his best to untangle himself from Yong Soo's arms..and

get away from those intolerable gropes. "Wh-Stop that!"

"Aww but you look angry when I didn't say hi to you, da ze~!" He pouts as he huggles him tighter, his hands squishing Kiku's chest.

manages to free himself from one arm. "Anyone would get angry if they found some brute rummaging through their fridge without permission!"

[loves on~~~~ YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEEEE~]

[ Feli-kun~ <3 (=w=) ]]

[Wave from Lurker sofa....finally, finish moving and cleaning up the house... .happy~]

He tries to pry Yong Soo's hands off. "Now will you please stop touching me!" he exclaimed in dismay.

( djskfesjddjk /stalks )

"Okay okay. You're such a spoilsport da ze." He pouts grumpily as he reluctantly releases his small-framed brother.

He pauses for a moment. "No wonder you're a virgin."

His eyebrow twitched and Kiku turned to his shopping once more. "Goodbye, Yong Soo," he said with an air of finality as he picked out a can

of dog food and opened it, placing it in a dish for Pochi, who barked happily.

"Eh, I ain't leaving. Oooh, you bought this brand for Pochi? Did you know that I make these?"

He crouches over and pets the little dog, oblivious to Kiku's unwelcoming attitude.

scooted a few feet away from Yong Soo and he clambered to his feet as gracefully as he could before he picked up the rest of his shopping

and placed them in the overhead cupboards as well as the fridge, frowning at the clutter on the floor. Really, why was Yong Soo here? Whilst

it was common for the other man to pester him on a weekly basis, it was rare for him to actually come over and have the guts to climb into

his house. Kiku arranged the pudding and the wasabi snacks back in the fridge in an orderly manner. Surely he must have been rejected by Yao

or something.

scratches his cheek and grins all of the sudden, turning happily to face his loving brother only to meet his back, cold shoulder.

"So...you're not gonna cook for me or something?"

whirls around in disbelief. "Why would I do that?" he says, unable to fully the incredulity behind his words.

fully mask*

growls furiously in Korean, "/Hey! Aren't you supposed to treat your guest or something? Tch, I can't believe this!/"

contains his irritation by narrowing his eyes slightly at the other man, his lips drawn into a small frown. "It's almost nighttime and I

believe you should be heading back," he firmly says.

stands his froung, crossing his arms as he made a glare to the other. "......You dare talking like that to me?"

(( froung? you mean ground? xD ))

(( GROUND. damit, typo ))

seemed unruffled by the feeble threat. "If I might have offended you with my harsh words, please excuse me. The front door is located at the

end of corridor so please take good care of yourself on your way back." To prove his point that the conversation was over, he turns on his

heel and makes his way to the living room. It had been a long walk back from the shop and his feet needed some rest. Perhaps he should turn

on the *kotatsu* and watch some drama? A nod to himself. Yes, that sounds appealing. And so, he makes his way to living room and turns on

the television as he waits for the *kotatsu* to warm up.

's cheeks poofed in annoyance, failing to get his attention. He skips to the living room with Japan and sits next to him under the kotatsu.

"Ahh! Boys Over Flowers! I love this show, cause I made it da ze!" He cheerfully brightens up, as if nothing happened the past minutes.

"Hana Yori Dango," Kiku corrects him, whilst he keeps his eyes on the screen and reaches out to get one of the oranges on the low table.

reaches to take some oranges for himself and unknowingly brushes his hand against Kiku's.

retracts his hand back, startled by the sudden contact, and in his surprise, the orange slips through his fingers and rolls across the

table. He stares at the Yong Soo whose attention was fixed on the television screen as he shoved slices of orange into his mouth.

sees the orange rolling across the table and grabs it, quickly peeling off the skin. "Kiku is so clumsy da ze."

"Your boobs made the orange drop thats why" Still fixated to the tv, he gives the orange slices to Kiku before grabbing more oranges from

the bowl.

'This tasteless person!' he thought with as much contempt as his heart could contain. He raised his shoulders a little, frowning. "*Oya*,

that's my-" He was instantly silenced when two slices of orange where unceremoniously shoved into his mouth.

"Shhh! This is favourite scene!"He shoves two more to shut him up. Sheesh, does he ever shut up and not complain for once?

eyes widened in disbelief and he does his best to chew his way around the oranges that were forced into his mouth, deciding to reprimand

Yong Soo later as his eyes stray back to the screen where the protagonists reunite to finally declare their feelings to one another.

"AND THEN YO MAMA COMES DA ZE WHYYYY." He blurted the spoilers while the lovers are still confessing on screen.

chomps on a slice of orange particularly hard, silently wishing Yong Soo would scream in pain from it. He covers up his irritation by

sighing and he reaches for another orange to entertain himself with.

"That dude is so tsundere da ze, oh did you know I came up with tsundere. Girls like tsundere men, didja know that?"

picks up an orange and places it above Kiku's chest. The orange unfortunately rolled down his chest onto the floor, much to his dismay.

"Aishh, why your boobs so slippery da ze! Your boobs are so easy to reach thats why I put my oranges there in case I need one!"

"Hn..that is a shame," he absentmindedly replies as he peels his own orange, his eyes trained to the television screen. 'Just ignore him,

I'm sure he will eventually give up and leave,' he thought as optimistically as he could. 'Yes. Just ignore him.'

unfortunately isn't one to give up, not on his 'property'. He stares at Kiku up and down, scratching his imaginary beard

looking all intelligently.

'Perservere! Do not falter to the enemy!' Kiku orders himself as he stares at the screen with such fierce intensity.