You can eat….. hot pockets or ramen. One of those, but not both.

Oh boy….. Noona, just don’t eat all the cooked corns that I have prepared. Those need to last for at least five days. 

Noona, that was supposed to last you for the week..

Hola, eres la mejor hermana nunca. Incluso si tu huele como caca .

Hey ya smooth criminal, get back here. Sa’mon. You owe me food!

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

♜:Shoulder rubs

He kneed the couch of the studio, scooting towards the dark haired woman. Taking the string of her hair, he placed it at his lip, using it as a mustache. “Hey, nooona!” He said, in a goofy voice. Jiyong was tired, and when he was tired, all self control is thrown out of the window. “Noona. Noona. Noona. I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. Feed me. Feed me. Feed me, Noona!” He poked at her, only being swatted away with her hand. Her long Japanese designed nail poked at his nose. “Shh, Jiyongah, can you just shhh?” She said to him, forcing him to let go of her hair and turned him around with his back now facing her. 

“Noona, I’m really hungry. Why don’t you buy chicken for me?” He whined out, slouching his shoulders over with a pout. Gently, her hands started to slash over his shoulders, breaking up the tension he had. “Karate~ Chop!” The older woman said, beating his shoulders with her hands. “Aigoo! I’m not buying you anything. You eaten already and you work hard, which Noona is very proud, but what you need is sleep. You’re cranky Jiyongah. Let Noona relax you, neh?” 

He closed his eyes, sticking out his tongue. “Noona, that hurts.. you’re being me up, not relaxing me. Do it softer. Like rubbing, not chopping. Rub, Noona, rub.” He took her hands, making them rub his shoulders. “Like this.” She then started to rub his shoulders, her nose wrinkling as he bossed her. “Ah! Jiyongah, you’re bossing me again. Let me chop, chop!” 

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

♤:Taking a bath together

“Oh fuck… how is this gonna work… I can’t sit my ass in here!” He laughed, wiggling his way into the half filled tub. As he sat down, the water came to his chest, warming up his skin. The other sat in front of him, legs crossed in Indian style, starting to suds his washcloth. 

Jiyong did the same, taking the bar of soap and rubbed it against his towel until it became soapy. The moment he started to wash down his body, bubbles surfaced to the top of the water, killing the bubbles of soap that floated in the bath. “Did you just….” Jiyong asked, eye arching up with widen eyes. Of course the other denied, yelling at the top of his lungs saying, ‘My butt just rubbed against the bottom of the tub’. For a long time, the two sat in silence; neither one making a sound or flinching an eye until the red headed male broke the quiet. “You farted… I know you did.” Youngbae tried to keep a straight face, lips twitching and eyes blinking. “….I had beans today…sorry…” he came out with the truth, reluctantly, looking away. 

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

♡:Accidentally falling asleep together

The long hours of work hadn’t stop their at the studio. The two moved onto Ji’s apartment, going on a treasure hunt for old lyric sheets. “It’s around here, I know it is… we just have to find it.” He begged on his dear friend, growling as the other pulled the ‘It’s not my fault you lost it’ card on him. Sticking out his tongue, Jiyong rubbed his eyes. “Look if you help me, I’ll take you out to In-and-Out, okay? And if you don’t help me, it would be Pepe ass memes for the rest of the month, now help me.”

After an agreed term was settled, the two searched high and low for the lost lyric sheets. Boxes, clothes and whatnots where thrown across the room; no success seemed to be coming near. Just when Youngbae tripped over a pile of shoes, pulling down a stack of boxes with him to the floor, an album of old pictures tumbled out in the center of the room. Losing track of what they were really looking for, they sat close together, flipping through the pages of the good old days. 

Stories were shared in between, along with laughs and tears of their childhood. Even though they were turning the pages of time, the clock of the present time kept ticking forward. Eyes growing heavy, feeling numb in the face as his head tipped back onto the wall behind him. Youngbae was already out for the count, his head resting on his friend’s shoulder with his mouth gaped wide, little snorts sounding from him.