wooyoung. junho/doojoon. whipped.

"junho," wooyoung says with some urgency as he rushes into the room, arms flailing around the place. "junho."

"what?" junho asks, mildly annoyed because he was reaching level 129 on tetris when wooyoung came in and distracted him with his wooyoung-ness.

"doojoon. is scrubbing our bathroom," wooyoung says, wide-eyed. he mimes scrubbing the wall to emphasize his point. "our bathroom."

junho grins and tilts back in his chair. "oh yeah, that. he's done with the dishes, i assume? fast worker, that kid."

wooyoung gapes. "what? but our bathroom hasn't been cleaned since... well, we moved in. who knows what kind of germs he might pick up with his knees on the floor."

"hey, none of you have STDs or something, right? i heard cum is entirely sterile. the floor is perfectly safe!" junho concludes happily.

wooyoung looks mildly disgusted. "what have you been doing on the bathroom floor?"

as if on cue, the sound of someone hurling enters the room.

junho remains cheerful and waves wooyoung's concern away. "it's alright! he lives in a dorm with 5 other guys. he's used to it."