《airplane// mashikyu ff》Chapter 6 💜
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-Junkyu-
It's been 2 hours since they left their apartment and the atmosphere seems so Awkward. Mashiho is focused on driving while Junkyu is in a battle between his eyes. His eyes wanted to sleep for the longest time already. No one was talking while they were both doing their own thing. The car was dead silent.
Though as if you can hear a dollar bill falling from a high distance. Mashiho being a loud person, he wasn't comfortable with this kind of silence. While Junkyu thought it was a good idea to do a draft for his book. It was a good opportunity for him to focus. While Junkyu was making a draft, Mashiho's sneeze broke the silence. A cute sneeze was given by Mashiho. Junkyu smiled and looked at him.
He said and focused on driving. Junkyu confessed and giggled. Mashiho blushed at his compliment. It was a rare thing for Junkyu to compliment someone. Especially to a person like Mashiho. Mashiho stuttered. It felt like his whole system isn't working.
'Junkyu's effect on Mashiho is another story to tell' A simple compliment from Junkyu can do a lot to Mashiho. Junkyu noticed a flustered Mashiho. So he thought it was a good idea to mess with him. Junkyu went closer to Mashiho's face. Mashiho's face turned bright red. Junkyu's breath on Mashiho's face was giving him goosebumps.
Junkyu's face got closer and closer to Mashiho's cheek. Mashiho whispered. His face was covered in bright red, it was brighter than his future. Mashiho was blushing, while Junkyu was still messing with him. Junkyu went closer to his ear and whispered Junkyu was forcing himself not to pee in his pants for quite a while now.
To make things worse, there wasn't a sign of a gas station here so, he might need to pee his pants.
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Mashiho smirked. He said. Junkyu looked at him with desperate eyes. He yelled. Well, this is what you call karma. Junkyu said. Mashiho said while he laughed.
Mashiho laughed once again. Mashiho finally stopped at a place with a lot of trees. He commanded. Junkyu looked confused. Junkyu asked while he pointed his finger towards the trees. He said.
Junkyu said. Mashiho asked and Junkyu immediately went outside of the car. Junkyu was still complaining because of the fact that he never wanted to pee in an open place. Mashiho said. Junkyu said.
Mashiho asked and he pretended not to hear him. Junkyu said and Mashiho giggled. He did what he was asked to do. Junkyu did his business and he immediately went inside of the car. Junkyu slapped Mashiho's arm. Junkyu said and Mashiho just giggled.
Mashiho focused on driving once again. And they saw a Gas station. Mashiho said. Junkyu ignored Mashiho and they continued their road trip. Mashiho asked.
He answered.
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