Mingyu was the first one to enter inside, followed by already lost Wonwoo whose eyes lurked around, observing the atmosphere.

He had already seen the parking lot, many cars and too big of parking place when it was only meant for three brothers. He didn't know whether they were out for show off or really someone liked to use them but the cars were shining like hell.

Like even his parking lot wasn't filled with so many untouched looking cars.

And the next thing he was introduced with was the house. The hall he was walking through was big enough to call these people rich. The interiors were picked carefully. Every set was designed with clear thought. The hall had a dining table, and the few amount of chairs there were proof that not many people lived here.

"That's the kitchen." Mingyu pointed out at the corner of the hallway, "We, most of the time, cook food at home."

"Why are you telling me all these?" Wonwoo was baffled until Mingyu turned back, visibly annoyed as he said, "Because I don't want you to be lost when nobody is here! I am doing you a favor, take it well or if not, then tell me, I'll show you the room and save my energy."

Wonwoo looked around, and rather than replying with yes or no, he asked, "So you are saying most of the time, you three aren't present here?"

Mingyu turned back, releasing a breath to calm his temper down while he replied, "It's not practical to see three figures at a place but we do eat breakfast together. Dinners are not mandatory in here anyway, that was why I was telling you the way to kitchen. So you can cook if you like."

Wonwoo nodded, following the taller as he walked near the stairs, "You don't have maids? People who cook? Anyone?"

"We do have maids but they are allowed in for perticular time of day. As for it have to do with cooks, we don't have that." Wonwoo expected to be explained of why was it that so but Mingyu didn't. And since he didn't, the older didn't bother to ask him either.

"That's hyung's room." The man quitely pointed at a room beside the stairs, "He most of time comes late at night, so don't bother if you see someone coming in like a psycho at 2 at night. It would be him, probably."

And then he was leaded to upstairs, pointed at a room that came first, Mingyu said, "That's of Vernon. He doesn't get out of the room most of time if he is given wifi and his access to PC. it's okay if you consider him dead in there."

And with few walks further, he pointed at room in corner, "That's of Chan. He doesn't come home most of the time so-"

"Chan?" The name was new to Wonwoo. The narrowed brows and confusion on his face was a clear evidence of that.

Mingyu on the other hand looked at him in disbelief, "Don't tell me you didn't-" he sighed, "Anyways, you'll probably see him in morning. The one who will be yelling at Vernon will be him."

And the taller then stood in front of a door which Wonwoo expected to be opened. But instead he turned back, "Might i remind you, Chan is hyung's unofficial child, don't disrespect him. The consequences can be unbearable, you can try though. No offense."

The moment Wonwoo glared at him, the taller turned back and opened the door, "This is mine-"

"Is that guest room?" Wonwoo asked while showing the man a door between Chan's and Vernon. To the sudden question, Mingyu nodded in reply, "Yes, why?"

"Get my stuffs in there then. That will be my room."

Mingyu was confused for a moment before he realised what really was going on. Wonwoo didn't wanted to share a room with him, the room Mingyu was volunteering to give him all for himself if he hadn't asked for the guest room before he finished the sentence.

But as Wonwoo had asked him already, he couldn't hide the mocking grin he had on his face, "Really? But I thought my husband would like to be with me." He leaned a little more closer to him, "What happened? Scared?"

And the reply of that question turned out to be Wonwoo yeeting Mingyu out of his way as he entered inside, announcing, "Scared will be you within two days of sharing the same room with me. For real."

Mingyu laughed sarcastically, entering inside the first second and claiming his bed the next, "Really? I would like to see that then."

"Listen." Wonwoo watched the taller taking out his shoes and throwing in corner. A teasing grin on his face as he showed Wonwoo his second shoes and threw it in the corner again. The older sighed, trying to keep his composer as he said, "We need to make some boundaries."

"For real?" Mingyu raised his brows, playing his innocence card as if it was always with him, "We are husbands, we don't need boundaries, do we?"

"Yes, we do!" Wonwoo caught the socks thrown towards him and threw it back at Mingyu's face, almost yelling, "We do if you want to stay in your room!"

"Alright." Mingyu accepted his defeat without even trying anything. If he was to share a room with Wonwoo, he needs boundaries too. It first wasn't in his plan, second if he is really doing that, he needs to get his priorities straight.

"You go first." Mingyu said, sitting on his bed while folding his legs, expecting Wonwoo to continue. The older on the other hand brought a chair and sat in front of him, continuing, "You'll not use washroom to bath until I do."

"What?!" There came the first bomb thrown onto Mingyu, "That's rubbish! I ain't waiting for you to come out just so I can bath in my own room!! That's fucking stupid!!"

"............"

The taller pretended be wasn't concerned for himself because of those direct glares towards him, "Jokes on you I can bath in guest room too."

Wonwoo sighed, totally frustrated as he put his second point, "You'll keep this room clean."

Mingyu scoffed as he rolled on the bed, coming back to sit on the same position after his show to Wonwoo was done, "I am a man Wonwoo. A man. I don't- alright stop glaring at me! I'll take care of it too!"

"Good." Wonwoo was ready to put his third point, "We'll divide this bed in half. You won't come to my side, I won't come to yours. Is that clear?"

"Why?" Mingyu's tone was full of teasing, "You think I'll do something- ouch!"

After receiving a direct blow on his face by pillow, the taller calmed down for a bit. They both, not knowing what to do next, sat in front of eachother, awkward. Wonwoo was the first one to break the silence, "You don't have anything to say?"

"Say what?" Mingyu's was officially baffled.

"No conditions? Like you don't want boundaries or anything? Nothing?"

The taller originally didn't thought about boundaries in the very first place but since Wonwoo had said his part, he didn't seem like there was something else for him to expect either. But suddenly with that expression on Wonwoo's face, he was pressurized into thinking of some.

He finally came up with a single condition in full five minutes of pondering, "Yes, do not touch my things. I want my belongings to be at its place."

"And?" Wonwoo asked making Mingyu feel frustrated that he was supposed to come up with something other than that too. He gave up as he shrugged his shoulders, "That's it."

And Wonwoo looked at him weirdly like he was some kind of unknown species on the planet. The stares were offensive but atleast he wasn't trying to kill him at the moment. Mingyu knew he could take that as he broke the silence this time, "Your clothes, they are in other side of my wardrobe. I didn't touch them, your maid kept them there so don't look at me like that."

Wonwoo stood up when Mingyu became silent again. He grabbed his clothes from closet and turned back to taller again, "Now where is your washroom?!"

Though he was frustrated, it was Mingyu who was flinching every now and then at his loud voice. But this time, he pointed at the door, replying as loudly as he was asked the question, "That side! What are your glasses for?! Presentation?! Use them fucker!!"

And with a loud thud, the washroom door closed as a response. It took Wonwoo full fifteen minutes to get out of that wedding suit and when he came back, Mingyu was already on the right side of the bed, half dead in sleep.

If this was his life, and he was supposed to bear this everyday, Wonwoo was officially concluding his rest remaining pieces of days as his fucked up hours.

When he thought his life couldn't be more worst, Kim Mingyu came and showed him that it can.