How to Train A Fox
Summary: Can foxes be trained? Biho decides to find out.
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If Biho had to describe Yoohaâs general personality towards his housemates, he would choose any negative word in the dictionary. Even the most amiable interactions with the fox included at least one sarcastic remarkâborderline caustic if Taehee was involved.Â
However, Biho began to observe a pattern. In very specific situations, there was a constant digression from Yoohaâs usual temperament. His sour moods would turn drastically sweet. His frowns would quickly morph into blindingly bright grins. And those tails would pop out, sending fur fluttering into the air and Taeheeâs sanity with it.
What were those specific situations? Well, from Bihoâs observations, these behavioral deviations occurred around a single personâMC.Â
Just the other day Biho watched Yooha vehemently refuse to touch the porridge Taehee had made, muttering something about âall the wrong textures.â He wouldnât even lift his spoon until MC coaxed him to eat one bite, patting his head when he took two instead.Â
Since then, Yooha had eaten a full bowl of porridge three times.Â
It worked with verbal praise as well. A âGood boy!â from MC was enough to get the fox to do acrobatics if she so asked. Had it been any one of the goblins, he wouldâve continued to idle on the couch, wine glass in hand, as usual.Â
Despite his passionate aversion to being compared to a dog, Yooha exhibited numerous puppy-like behaviorsâeven going so far as to stare out the window, pining every time MC left the house. Not to mention the tail-waggingâŚÂ
The behavior annoyed Hansol and Taehee, but it fascinated Biho. It reminded him of numerous books he had read about operant conditioningâusing reinforcers to shape an animalâs behaviour. Like giving dog treats to train a dog to perform the right tricks.
A peculiar, curious thought occurred to him the next time he saw Yooha sit at MCâs command, and receive a gracious smile after:
Could he train Yooha to behave?Â
Biho began his experiment by observing the things that Yooha liked. He needed to use something to reinforce the rare, occasionally good behaviours. MC wasnât an optionâshe was too busy to stay at home and conduct this experiment with him.Â
The answer came to him quite easily when he heard Taehee complain about how the persimmons heâd just bought the day before were already gone.Â
Perfect. Biho took the opportunity to volunteer to get more persimmons, and bought a couple extra in the process for his personal use.
The next step was to find behaviours that he wanted to correct⌠which were too many to count. It took a long time for Biho to organise everything in his notebook, but eventually he did it. Yoohaâs actions were listed and classed neatly in different levels of difficulty to correct. Now all Biho had to do was pick one to kickstart everything.
He began with the easiest: morning greetings.Â
Yooha seemed to think that a rough grunt sufficed for a greeting whenever he passed by his housemates in the morning. To his credit, he did offer a proper âGood morningâ on some days, the tones varying in degrees of cheerfulness depending on how sleep-deprived or rested he was. But that didnât happen as frequently as the rest of the housemates, who were accustomed to doing it every day.Â
So, Biho prepared himself. Every morning, heâd tuck a few persimmons into his pocket before joining the rest of his housemates in the kitchen for breakfast. The first few mornings were uneventful. Yooha, having worked late all week, barely spared a nod let alone his usual grunt. However, as the days progressed, Biho finally got a begrudging âGood morningâ from the fox.Â
As he read, he quickly distributed the reward within one minute to ensure the subconscious association. The first occurrence earned him a suspicious stare from his housemate, but Biho made some excuse about taking too many in his pocket as an evening snack. Thankfully, Yooha never turned down a persimmon and accepted the fruitâand thus the bait for the experiment.Â
If he was being honest with himself, Biho didnât actually believe it would workâor at least not as well as it did. But then the next day, Yooha showed up for breakfast and mumbled a quiet âGood morningâ under his breath. He was rewarded with a persimmon, and he accepted it just as easily as the day before. The same thing happened a few days later. And another few days later.
Sure enough, a few weeks into the experiment, Yooha was muttering a morning greeting almost every day.Â
Mission success. It was time for the next step.
The next item on the agenda was getting Yooha to compliment him. The fox tended to be stingy with his compliments, reserving them almost exclusively for MC. And if this succeeded, maybe heâd naturally start being nicer to Hansol and Taehee too.Â
This experiment wasnât going to be as easy, but Biho was looking forward to the challenge.Â
It took a lot longer to find the right opportunity this time, and at some point Biho started to worry about the persimmons going bad. Thankfully, he managed to find a solution: dried persimmons. He had heard from MC that Yooha loved her grandmotherâs persimmons. The pack heâd managed to find in the supermarket downtown probably wouldn't be as good, but they would have to do.Â
All that was left was to be patient and wait.
But after three whole days of absolutely nothing, Biho decided he would have to be more creative. He decided to go shopping for new clothes, requesting for MC to go with him. She had happily complied, in fact seeming to take immense delight in hurling clothes of various fits and styles in his arms and ushering him to the changing room so he could model the clothes for her.
MCâs compliments continued all the way home. Back home, Taehee and Hansol took notice of his new look, both complimenting him on how good he looked. Hansol in particular had been beaming and pinching his cheeks, rambling about how the âbaby goblinâ looked more mature and grown up now. Â
As shy and slightly embarrassing as Biho felt from being stared at for a lot longer than he was used to, the quiet goblin felt happy â receiving this many compliments was a nice confidence booster.
Now all that was left was for Yooha to take his turn.Â
Sure enough, when the fox sauntered into the living room, swirling a glass of wine in his hand, he paused for a moment in his steps to do a double-take at the sight of Bihoâs makeover.
âHey, Yooha! What do you think of Bihoâs new look?â MC, the stylist, had asked excitedly.Â
Yoohaâs eyes roamed over Bihoâs figure, sizing him up and giving an appreciative nod.
âIt looks nice.â
Finally. A compliment. And all it took was three-quarters of his monthly paycheck to get one.Â
Unable to suppress his smile, Biho muttered his thanks and eagerly reached into the pocket of his new pants to retrieve the small pack of dried persimmons in it.
âI just remembered I had these. Would you like some?â
Yoohaâs eyes had lit up, and gleefully accepted the food.  Â
Over the next two days, Biho wore the other two outfits that MC had selected for him, and each had successfully drawn a compliment from the fox. And each time, he was rewarded with dried persimmons.
Everything was going well. But Biho started to worry when he ran out of new clothes to show off. He needed something else, another trick, or maybe Yooha wouldnât say anything.
As it turned out, he didnât need to, quite surprisingly. Maybe even miraculously.Â
The day after Biho returned to wearing his favourite orange tracksuit at home, he was sitting on the couch reading another book about conditioningâto get inspiration for other things that he could try doing.
He was so engrossed that he didnât even notice Yooha joining him on the couch.
âWhatâre you doing?â The familiar voice startled Biho, who immediately snapped the book close. Thankfully, the fox was sitting too far away to notice, and he never really took an interest in the books that Biho read anyway.Â
âJust doing some reading,â was Bihoâs measured reply, hoping that it was convincing enough that Yooha wouldnât ask further.Â
Thankfully, it worked.Â
âYouâre always doing that,â Yooha muttered with small eye roll, though the small smirk playing on his lips indicated that it wasnât a mean-spirited remark. âYouâre pretty hardworking, arenât you?â
Biho raised his head, eyes widening in surprise. He had just gotten an actual compliment from Yooha⌠even without doing anything out of the ordinary. Was he dreaming? This was real, right?Â
âWhy do you look so shocked?â Yooha asked, raising a brow. âDid I say something weird?â
âOh. No, you didnât.â Biho struggled to school his expression back into something more neutral, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. âThanks.âÂ
A pack of dried persimmons appeared in his hand, and he offered it to the fox. âWould you like some?â
The question was a rhetorical one.
More and more of these little incidents started to happen, each time rewarded with a few dried persimmons. Eventually, Yoohaâs simple compliments began to extend to Hansol too, who reacted with surprise and glee each time. There was still nothing for Taehee, but that was only to be expected. Progress was progress.Â
The improved behavior started to catch the othersâ attention, judging by Hansol���s increased affection towards the fox and MCâs pleased smiles. Taehee on the other handâŚÂ
âHey, Biho, can I ask you something?â he said one day after breakfast. Everyone else had dispersed from the table, eager to avoid Taeheeâs silent request to do the dishes. Biho was too slow todayâŚÂ
âHm?â he replied, barely suppressing a grimace as a piece of wet, leftover food slid down one of the plates. Maybe getting the fox to do dishes should be the next part of the agenda...
âIs it just me or is Yooha⌠nicer lately?â he asked.Â
Slowly, Biho turned to face the older goblin. Judging by the way he paused his aggressive cleaning, he must have been very disturbed. Â
âIs he?â Biho replied nonchalantly. Yooha was certainly better, but the younger goblin couldnât stop thinking about that mountain of a list in his room. There was still a lot to be done.Â
âYou havenât noticed?â Taehee sputtered. âHe says nice things, does nice thingsâitâs freaking me out!âÂ
Biho tilted his head at the manâs exasperation. âDo you want it to stop?âÂ
Taehee waved his hands in earnest protest. âNo! No, thatâs not it,â he said. âItâs just⌠you think someoneâs meddling with him? Like some magic orâŚâÂ
His words drifted off in a sigh. Biho cleared his throat, shoving down the urge to smile. Had he been bolder, he might have commented on Taeheeâs blatant worry for the fox, but he spared his fellow goblin the embarrassment of exposed endearment.Â
âIt was me,â he admitted.Â
Taeheeâs eyes widened, attention snapping to the younger goblin. For a long moment, he gaped, mouth ajar before actually forming words again. âY-You have a new power?âÂ
âPower?â Biho echoed. He shook his head. âNo, Iâve just been training him.âÂ
The explanation only worsened Taeheeâs confusion. Slowly, his head lifted as if to nod, but obviously he didnât understand.Â
âConditioning,â Biho attempted to clarify.Â
A soft chuckle bubbled up Taeheeâs throat. The same kind he offered whenever he tried to entertain Hansolâs bad jokes or one of MCâs strange baking recipes that everyone knew would fail. However, when Biho didnât react, the older goblin grew solemnâand slightly concerned.Â
âYouâre being serious?âÂ
Biho hesitated. Carefully, he weighed the pros and cons of telling Taehee. On the one hand, he might gain outsider feedback on the efficacy of the experiment. On the other hand, his righteous friend might tell him to stopâŚ
But then again, Yooha was involved.Â
With a short sigh, he peeled off his cleaning gloves and tossed them aside before digging into his pocket. He procured a piece of notebook paperâa smaller, more concise version of his list upstairs. Taehee took it, eyes darting between the contents and Biho.Â
The farther he went down the list, the higher his brows rose up his forehead. For a moment, Biho was afraid the older goblin would deem his experiment unethical or worse, mean.Â
Instead, he watched in relief as Taeheeâs lips curled upwards. He thought he might just get some feedback, but seeing the glint behind the manâs eyes, Biho was pretty sure he just gained an accompliceâno, no, an assistant.Â
It was hard at first to think of the role Taehee could play in this. He couldnât be giving Yooha persimmonsâthe fox would immediately get suspicious and the experiment would be found out in an instant. Taehee also had trouble coming up with good suggestions on the spotâso he suggested meeting that night to discuss the plan.Â
The late-night rendezvous took place in the living room, when everyone else was already asleep. The only light source was the dim yellow glow of the lamp on the coffee table, which cast a haunting glow on Taeheeâs somber expression.
The older goblin raised his head to stare in Bihoâs direction when he heard the approaching footsteps. âLetâs begin.â
Though sensible as he was, Biho expected Taehee to entertain his little experiment much like an older brother entertains a siblingâs project. However, he hadnât expected the goblin to take it this seriouslyâŚ
In addition to the large list tucked under Bihoâs arm, it seemed they now also had a binder full of Taeheeâs ideas, spread neatly onto the coffee table. And was itâŚcolor-coded?Â
Deciding it best not to open that door, Biho simply took his seat across from Taehee. âWhat did you have in mind?âÂ
The manâs eyes lit with borderline (psychotic) glee, and the redhead already knew the answer. âCleaning,â he replied. âI wonât expect muchâjust the bare minimum.âÂ
The redhead rubbed the back of his neck. Bare minimum from Taehee was...well, Biho didnât come into this to torture Yooha. Even he had his ethical limits for this experiment.Â
âWe canât accomplish so muchâwe can only condition Yooha into doing the easy things,â Biho pointed out. Taehee seemed to find that reasonable. Picking up the binder, he started flipping through the pages, brows furrowed in concentration.Â
âOkay, I have a couple of ideas. The easiest ones out of everything here,â Taehee said after a while.
It was still a long list, but after further discussion with Biho, the list was shortened to just four things:
Doing the dishes
Making the bed
Vacuuming the floorÂ
Dusting the cornersÂ
The chores themselves were relatively simple. The challenge was introducing the behavior in the first place without arousing suspicion.Â
Cleaning day was every other weekend, but the gaps between the rewards would render the experiment useless. That was where Taehee came inâŚ
That weekend, he came home from his volunteer work with a bandage around each of his wrists and a convincing diagnosis of his debilitating sprains.Â
MC and Hansol were, of course, concerned and offered to help around the house. Biho, too, added a brief remark to set the stage. Yooha, however, had his usual quips prepared.Â
âWhat? You think heâll actually let you guys help?â he snorted. âIâll give him two days before his muscles magically repair from sheer willpower to clean âproperly.ââÂ
Biho sighed. He really needed to counter-condition that sarcasm...soon.Â
Still, the fox had a point. Taehee was usually too specific when it came to cleaning, but thankfully, the older goblin played his part well, exaggerating the âinjuryâ and even going so far as to âworsenâ it by said cleaning the next day.Â
Unwittingly, they got MC involved when she scolded the oldest goblin into practically bed-rest and forced the others, including Yooha, to be more helpful around the house.
That made getting dishes done the easiest task on the list. The housemates would cycle the responsibility in pairs, so Biho made a point to be paired with the fox, to the latterâs chagrin. Though, he supposed the persimmons made him less disagreeable over time.Â
By the third day, Yooha had done the whole batch of dishes without a single grumble.Â
The task of making the bed was slightly more challenging, but Biho managed that as well.Â
He offered Taehee help that first day, and when he noticed Yooha lounging in his tangle of sheets inside his tiny closet...
âOh, I see you havenât had the chance to make your bed. Would you like help as well?âÂ
The comment felt hypocritical considering his own unkempt space just next door, but Biho suppressed the guilt for now. For the sake of the experiment.Â
And for good cause. After an indignant comeback muttered under his breath, Yooha did the task and was consequently rewarded.Â
Biho wasnât sure if the conditioning was working well or if the fox was just tired of having the younger goblinâs commentary every morning, but by the end of the week, Yoohaâs bed was voluntarily kept neat.Â
The harder taskâperhaps the hardestâwould be getting the fox to clean up his own shedding, though Biho wouldnât dare point out the existence of the white fur on almost every piece of furniture.Â
Taehee wasnât so hesitant.Â
âItâs not my fur!âÂ
âThen how do you explain all this white hair everywhere?âÂ
âMaybe youâre aging, old man.âÂ
âYouâre older than me!âÂ
âExactly, so why donât you try respecting me more.âÂ
Biho rubbed his temple as the continued bickering drifted down the hall. Perhaps this was a good time to begin the conditioning...before Taehee did something rash and jeopardized the whole thing.Â
After equipping himself with Taeheeâs vacuum cleaner, he entered the room of the arguing men, though both had fallen into a tense silence.Â
Said silence was rudely interrupted by a loud âVROOOM!â when Biho switched it on, startling both of them who leapt a good few inches into the air.Â
âThe pollen is bothering me,âBiho said over the vacuum though he was sure he wasnât heard over the vacuum.Â
Still, he continued, purposely staying closer to Yoohaâs side of the room. He could sense the foxâs annoyance already from the occasional glare over the top of his magazine. But the final straw was when the redhead slammed the vacuum against the bottom of the bed. And very, very close to Yoohaâs draping tail.Â
âWatch it will you!â The fox jumped. He shook his head in exasperation when Biho continued. Next thing the goblin knew, the vacuum was wrenched from his hands. âGive me that.âÂ
Now Yooha, insulted as he was, was miraculously cleaning his own fur. His plan was accomplished.Â
Although Taehee once again almost ruined it...his pained expression as Yooha held his âbelovedâ machine was way too obvious.Â
âI canât take this,â he muttered. âSeeing him hold it like thatâmaybe I should justâHey, Yooâhmmph!âÂ
Before Biho could thoroughly think through his actions, his hand slapped over Taeheeâs mouth with a loud thwack.Â
Both goblins stood in stunned silence until Taeheeâs features darkened in a growing glare. Biho gulped.
OopsâŚ
âAh, h-here,â he stammered out, dragging his fingers over the manâs mouth again as if dusting something off. Resisting the urge to wince at the reddening hand mark, he snatched a tissue from Taeheeâs nightstand and continued to wipe a nonexistent substance from his lips. âYou had some crumbs.âÂ
Taehee pressed his lips together, looking wholly unconvinced, but he seemed too preoccupied by the fox who still had his machine in his clutches to scold him.Â
âAnyway,â Biho went on, collecting his wits again. âYou should have more patience. Good things come to those who wait.âÂ
And it did. His patience paid off eventually. On the fateful Cleaning Day, Biho overheard Yooha telling Hansol to remember to dust the corners properly. He even handed Taeheeâs favourite duster to the blond, before saying that he would be vacuuming the house.Â
The experiment was a glowing success, and Biho was overjoyed. Ecstatic. Even Taehee looked proud when he saw the fox vacuuming without having to tell him to do it.Â
But in the midst of his internal celebration, Biho failed to realise the stunned look on Hansolâs face. Or MCâs confused face when Yooha passed her by, with the vroom of the vacuum announcing his presence.Â
In this experiment, Biho had forgotten about one teeny, tiny detail. And it related to the housemates who were out of the loop to Yoohaâs new behaviour.Â
That was how everything went wrong.Â
âYooha? Are you⌠okay?â MC asked, struggling to be heard over the sound of the vacuum. She had to repeat herself after Yooha switched it off.Â
âYeah. Iâm great. Why?â
âBecause⌠well⌠how should I put it?âÂ
âYou never clean,â Hansol interrupted bluntly, pointing to the vacuum. âWhatâs gotten into you? You usually hate Cleaning Day. But just now you told me to dust the corners properly. The corners.â
Yooha blinked a couple of times, a blank expression on his face. And Biho watched the exchange with growing anxiety. A quick glance stolen at Taehee told him the older goblin was thinking the same.
âYouâre rightâŚâ Yooha muttered, looking down at the vacuum. âWhatâs up with me?â
âItâs not a bad thing,â MC was quick to qualify it, and Biho exhaled in relief, thinking that that would be the end of it. That Cleaning Day would continue as it did without any hitches.Â
He couldnât be more wrong.
âBut Iâm a bit worried about you,â MC continued with a frown. âYouâve been acting pretty different recently.â
âDifferent?â Yooha asked, scratching his head. âReally?â
âYeah. Youâre nice now,â Hansol replied, and he immediately raised his hands in surrender when Yooha cast a sharp glare his way.
âNicer,â MC added quickly, only to shake her head frantically at Yoohaâs raised brow. âNot that you werenât nice before, itâs justâah, how do I put this?â
Yooha shifted his gaze from the girl to his own hands. He stared at his open palms as if contemplating an unspeakable deed he had committed. âNo, youâre right,â he said slowly. âI havenât exactly been feeling myself lately. Like sometimes, Iâll get up in the morning and feel super itchy if I donât make my bed.âÂ
Hansol snorted but silenced himself under MCâs glare. âSorry,â he added. âItâs just you sounded like Taehee just now.âÂ
Biho stiffened at the comparison. Were they too obvious?Â
Yooha let out an indignant cry, rubbing his arms as if the words would stick on his skin. âDonât compare me to that weirdo. Itâs nothing like that. I think Iâve just had extra time lately. Once I start working regularly again, Iâll be back to myself.âÂ
Again, Biho dared to let relief wash over him when the fox returned to cleaning with a casual shrug. Maybe it really was over this timeâŚ
âThen againâŚâÂ
Or not.Â
Yooha turned towards the oldest goblin, suspicion seeping into his grey eyes. âKim Taehee, you have been hanging over me a lot lately.âÂ
âI have?â Taehee replied, voice strung just a little too high.Â
Biho flopped into one of the half dusted chairs and buried his face into his hands. Goblins couldnât lie in general, but Taehee was the worst at cover-ups when it came to less important things. It was over.Â
âYeah, you have,â Yooha continued, his shoulders stiffening in defense. He pointed the duster in his hand towards the goblin. âYou tainted me, didnât you?âÂ
Taehee laughed. âTainted you with what? Cleanliness? Good habits?âÂ
âYeah!â Yooha burst, but faltered. âWait no, wellâyou know what I mean!âÂ
 Taehee crossed his arms over his chest. âNo, I donât.âÂ
Good, Biho thought. Heâs sounding a bit more confident now.Â
âAnd you. Kang Biho. Donât think I havenât noticed you hanging around me even more than this clean freak over here. Did you do something to me?â
âWhat did you just call me?â
âI just thought... we were getting closer to each other,â Biho said innocently, and instantly everyoneâs eyes were on Yooha, the pointed, unspoken accusations in their glares making him shrink back a little.
âYooha, that was mean,â MC said. Hansol chimed in as well, and even Taehee nodded in agreement, although he stole a surreptitious glance at the redhead, raising a brow as a tiny, impressed smile lifted his lips.Â
Soon, Yooha was left defenseless. His clumsy excuses fell on deaf ears. How could he say something so horrible to the goblin who wouldnât even harm a fly?Â
âI didnât realise I was causing you trouble,â Biho added, which only stoked the flames to the fire burning Yooha at the metaphorical stake, in the middle of the living room. Okay, even Biho felt a little bad when he met Yoohaâs confused, disoriented gaze. He might be going a bit too far with this.Â
âOkay, sorry! Yeah, I shouldnât have doubted you. I mean, youâve been giving me all those dried persimmons... every time IâŚâÂ
Yoohaâs voice trailed off then, his mouth hanging open and face freezing as some kind of revelation seemed to strike him in that moment.Â
Biho had a bad feeling about this. Maybe he should confess beforeâ
âNow that you mention it, lately Biho has been giving Yooha persimmons every time he does something good. Itâs like... a reward?â MC wondered aloud.
With a snicker, Hansol managed to make things sound ten times worse than it already did. âOh my god. Has Biho been training you?âÂ
âIt wasnât training,â Biho defended, indignant at the misnomer. Conditioning wasnât exactly the same as training a dog⌠probably. âI simply conducted a well-thought out psychological experiment.âÂ
He flinched at Hansolâs burst of loud laughter. âYou trained him!â the blond said, now clutching his side in his hysterical amusement. Even MC failed to hide her escaping giggles. âLike a dog!âÂ
Biho could feel the color draining from his face as soon as Hansol mentioned the âd-word.â With a hard swallow, he braced himself to look at Yooha, who up until this point, had been uncharacteristically silentâand the conditioning had no hand in that.Â
The dread that had been building in his chest up to this point now infiltrated the rest of his limbs. Biho prided himself in usually keeping a cool head, never blatantly showing his fears to others.Â
However, seeing the foxâs face flushing red from either embarrassment or angerâor worse, bothâthe redhead found himself tripping over his own feet to scurry behind the couch.Â
âI was just trying to help everyone get along better,â Biho protested, trying to anticipate Yoohaâs imminent response. It would probably involve a bunch of swear words and a dramatic exit after cussing both him and Taehee out (because obviously Taehee wouldnât escape unscathed, how could he?).Â
But Yooha didnât throw a tantrum or yell at him like he expected him to. Yoohaâs face remained downcast, and in the awkward silence that ensued after Bihoâs pathetic attempt at defending himself, there came a small voice from the group. Â
âAm I⌠that bad of a housemate to you guys?âÂ
Instantly, everyone around the fox was plagued with guilty faces, and MC and Hansol were quick to flank his sides and shower him with their reassurances.
âNo, youâre not! Itâs been so much fun with you living here!âÂ
âYeah! What MC said! Plus youâre my beer buddy!âÂ
Yooha let out a sharp huff. âBut am I really such a nuisance in the important stuff?âÂ
Biho caught the look on Taeheeâs face that had the word âyesâ written all over it. A sharp glare from MC at the man was enough to make him school his expression into something more neutral.Â
âOf course not,â she interjected before anyone had the chance to comment. âWe all pull our equal share here. So what if you donât make the bed first thing in the morning? None of us do.âÂ
Again, she silenced Taeheeâs impending comment with a single look.Â
âAnyway,â she went on. âYou always show youâre thinking of us, even if you donât say it often.âÂ
Yooha gave a half-hearted smile, obviously unpersuaded still.Â
Biho sighed. Perhaps he should add something, considering he was partially responsible for this. âItâs true,â he said, emerging from his hiding spot and daring to step closer to the fox. âYou always leave gifts for us, whenever you get things from your sponsored jobs. I have three new cardigans now.âÂ
âThatâs right!â Hansol lit up. âYou gave me that Schteam gift card when you modeled for that gaming company!âÂ
The encouraging words seemed to lift Yoohaâs spirits a little, but not as much as when MC patted his head. âAnd youâre always giving me new wardrobe pieces to expand my style,â she said. âThat always makes my day!âÂ
âI didnât get any gifts,â Taehee interjected, also stepping closer to the group.Â
Yooha clicked his tongue. âWhat are you talking about? I just gave you one last week.âÂ
âIt was a signed picture of you!âÂ
âPicture? It was a magazine! And do you know how much money my autograph is worth now?âÂ
Biho resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the thankfully brief argument continued. He decided it wasnât the best time to mention that the mysterious appearance of those high-end pens Taehee loved so much were really strategically placed gifts from the fox.Â
âAnyway,â he interjected in a momentary pocket of silence. âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable with my experiment.âÂ
Yooha deflated a little at the reminder, but with another sympathetic head pat from MC, he perked back up. âI suppose you meant no harm,â he said. His usual impish grin returned to his face. âBut you should make it up to me. I was really hurt!âÂ
Biho doubted the lasting trauma of the incident, but he hummed in agreement. âSure. Do you want me to condition Taehee in revenge?âÂ
âBiho!â came the protest of the betrayed.Â
âNo⌠I have something better in mind,â Yooha grinned, and Biho swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He did not like the sound of that.Â
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âDo we really have to do this?â Taehee groaned, dragging the spare mattress over to Biho and Hansolâs room, with his pillow tucked under his arm.Â
âI donât think we have much of a choice,â Biho muttered from his bed, and as Taehee shuffled in, struggling to get the mattress spread out neatly in the cramped space between Biho and Hansolâs beds, Yooha lingered behind him in the doorway. The fox was clearly enjoying himself, watching the disgusted, constipated expression on Taeheeâs face as he tried not to notice the stray crumbs of food on the floor, under the beds, and the mess of books, posters strewn all over the room.Â
He had been banished to sleep in Biho and Hansolâs room for one night; a very fitting punishment for the clean freak.
âWhy does it feel like Iâm the only one being punished here?â Taehee huffed, shooting a pointed look at Biho, who was just lounging in his bed.Â
âNope. Heâs punishing me as well,â Biho said.Â
âHow?â
âYouâre going to nag at me until I clean up.âÂ
Taehee tried to refuse it, but⌠âActually...do you mind picking up that chip bag? Itâs under your bed. I feel like itâs going to stare at me all night.âÂ
Biho tightened his jaw lest a not-so-respectful remark slipped past his tongue. With a strained âMhmmâ, he reached down and dug for the old bag and tossed it into the trash, adding more force than necessary. Thankfully, Taehee got the hint and quietly resumed his set up.Â
âBy the way,â Yooha interjected. Both goblins tensed at that devilish tone behind his voice. He leaned his back against the threshold, slouching his body against the wall with borderline provocativeness. âWhat do you guys think of my new silk pajamas?âÂ
Biho let out a quiet groan of his own. Besides the punishment of being locked in a room with Taehee for a whole night, the fox also requested he âbe praisedâ for the remainder of the week. At least three compliments a day.
âItâs⌠red,â was Taeheeâs lacklustre response. A sharp elbow to his side from the younger goblin had him clearing his throat and scrambling to add something else while Yooha looked on expectantly. âI guess⌠the red really brings out your white hair.âÂ
Biho wanted to kill him. That was a purposeful jab, they all knew Yooha had a thing for correcting them whenever they called his hair âwhiteâ, insisting it was silver instead. Biho was never able to tell the difference or understand why it even mattered to Yooha, but that was that.Â
Yooha sighed, shaking his head. It was like he had given up on expecting anything nice from Taehee, and Biho shared his sentiments. Maybe he should have tried to condition Taehee next.Â
 âGood try, doctor.â Then his gaze shifted to Biho, whose mind decided to draw a blank in that instant. Think, think. There had to be something nice to say, something positive, somethingâŚÂ
âDonât you already have one like that?âÂ
In the end, he was no better than Taehee.
âWow, you guys are really bad at this,â Yooha commented, though the chuckle that slipped past his lips indicated he wasnât taking offense. âOh well. This is fun enough.â
âAre you done? We want to sleep,â Taehee snapped, as he swiped at the floor with a piece of tissue, trying to pick out random dust bunnies. He glanced at Biho, another nagging comment on his gaping mouth, but it seemed that the desperation behind the redheadâs eyes was enough to earn the older goblinâs mercy.Â
âLooks to me like you wonât be getting much sleep, actually,â came the foxâs taunting voice.
Taehee sighed, once again stricken by silence.Â
âYou know,â Biho said, lowering himself back on his soft bed. With all the commotion earlier, he didnât get his full dayâs sleep. He desperately needed a nap. âShouldnât you go and enjoy your room?âÂ
âYouâre right,â Yooha mumbled. âThat freak will show up at exactly 8 oâclock in the morning. I should go now.â
Taehee responded with a menacing smile. The fox shivered, rubbing his arms and muttering some type of slander as he scurried away.Â
For a while, a silence enveloped the room. Hansol had gone away for the night, and as neither Biho nor Taehee were especially talkative, the only sound that fell into the room was the soft hush of the fountain outside.Â
Biho didnât hate it. He lay back on his bed, letting his exhaustion seep away into the soft sheets.
It was peaceful. Calm. Tranquil.Â
At least until Taeheeâs loud gasp sent the serenity shattering into pieces. Biho rubbed his burning eyes, too scared to actually look at the goblin and find the reason behind his sudden bustling about.Â
Please donât be cleaning, Biho prayed.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he ventured aloud.Â
âI canât do this,â Taehee said bluntly.Â
Biho sighed, gathering all his patience. âWe have to.âÂ
âI know, butââ Taehee let out another groan. âI just thought of something.âÂ
âThe pile of cans at the corner? Just ignore it and go to sleep. There hasnât been ants in months anyway.â
âNo, not thatâ wait, WHAT?â
Ah, crap. Biho had just dug his own grave, hadnât he? âWhat were you thinking about?â he asked, in a desperate attempt to redirect Taeheeâs attention to whatever it was that made him gasp so loud.
âI- You- I-â Taeheeâs struggle to form a coherent sentence probably indicated that he was deciding which issue to pursue. Thankfully, he didnât pick the pile of cans.Â
âYooha. Heâs going to mess up my room. My bed. What if he rolls around on it and gets his fur everywhere? Iâll need to disinfect the entire room.âÂ
Having no light to show his face, Biho allowed himself a single eye roll. âI donât think Yooha would do that. Heâs probably just going to drink his wine and watch something.âÂ
âYou think?â Taehee said. âYouâre probably right.âÂ
Biho was definitely right. However, he didnât comment, and thankfully, Taehee didnât push further. Instead, the soft shuffle of sheets was a good indicator that the goblin finally settled.Â
Settled for a total of two minutes.Â
âHold on, did you mention ants before?âÂ
Biho wanted to cry. Â
As Taehee turned on the lights, his feather duster magically in hand, Biho swore a solemn oath to himself.Â
He would never, ever conduct an experiment on his housemates again.
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Biho Snooze, Hansol Lose
Summary: Hansol gets creative in his attempts to wake Biho up.
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Every day, Hansol had a to-do list. Chores, if you will. Taehee did most of the household chores voluntarily (the man had explicitly said he didnât trust any of them to clean or cook properly) but Hansol did have a job of his own in the house.
He glanced over at the sleeping redhead on the bed at the opposite end of their room, narrowing his eyes at the way the baby goblinâs chest rose and fell quietly, the way his innocent face looked so utterly peaceful and rested.
Hansol had the redheadâs sleep cycle memorised to a tee by now. He knew what time Biho should wake up, what time his work shift started, how many times he had overslept and how perilously close he was getting to being fired altogether. Hansol also always made sure that there was enough food for the redhead, and chased him out of the house when the next bus was arriving soon.Â
The others had teased him, calling him âMummy Hansol'' before. The blond had frowned at the imposed title, telling them off because he was most definitely not Bihoâs mother. Or a woman.
But deep down, he knew it was true to some extent.Â
Somehow, he had become Bihoâs unofficial babysitter, and one of his main jobsâand the most difficult one in this house at thatâwas the impossible task of waking Biho up every day (or night).
It wasnât enough to call Biho a deep sleeper. No, that term didnât even come close to describing just how ridiculously dead Biho was in his sleep.Â
The most recent example? There had been a series of storms the past few days. Likely, the youngest goblinâs sleep had been interrupted by the lightning and the booming thunder. At least, thatâs what Hansol had thought, being the kind, loving, caring person he was. Â
However, after the third day in a row of having to wake the redhead from his slumber, he was sure not even the loudest storm wouldâve woken him. Especially since his attempts at jabbing his shoulder with a blunt pen certainly wasnât working.Â
With a groan, Hansol tossed the pen onto the nearby desk. A small stack of papers went fluttering to the floor, but even that only extracted a soft hum from the sleeping stone in front of him.Â
For the past few days, Hansol had to scream at the top of his lungs in order to get a small stir from the baby goblin. However, his throat was one tantrum away from being sore, and he needed to preserve it for his gig later.
âBiho,â he pleaded, hands gripping the younger goblinâs shirt. Though he knew it would be fruitless, he shook the cloth in his hands in another attempt to break this enchantment. âOne night. Just one night, wake up when I ask.âÂ
By some miracle, the redheadâs lips parted, though his eyes remained closed. Hansol released a sigh as his knees buckled under the weight of relief. Usually, Biho would mutter a series of short, incoherent sentences before finally, albeit reluctantly, emerging from his slumber.Â
Hansolâs voice had been savedâŚÂ
Or so he thought. Wrongly.Â
Instead of uttering his usual ramblings, Biho rolled to one side and pulled his dolphin plushie into his arms. âFive more minutes.âÂ
Hansol couldâve forgiven the younger goblin had his voice been muddled, syllables slurred together from the remnants of sleep bogging his brain. However, he spoke with clarityâabsolute lucidity.Â
The audacity.Â
Fuming from the blatant disrespect, Hansol clutched his arm once more and flipped him onto his back. Again, he was met with that familiar dopey face. All traces of awakeness were gone...and Hansolâs patience went right with it. Â
âKANG BIHO!!â the shout slipped from his throat faster than he could catch it. He slapped his hand over his mouth, mentally apologizing to his poor vocal cords for the screw up.Â
Still, the lack of response from the unconscious goblin intensified his exasperation. With a sharp huff, he glanced at the useless alarm clock by Bihoâs bedside. If he didnât manage to really wake the baby, both he and Biho would end up being late.Â
He couldnât use his voice. Physical force couldnât wake him. Hansol needed to be more creative.
A new determination raced through his veins. Heâd always tried to be understanding of Biho, the latter still being a child compared to him. However, today, it was time to enact some discipline. He would do whatever it tookâŚÂ
His eyes scanned the bed for any ammunition to aid his cause. A blanket? It was already kicked offâand it was too warm in the room anyway. Maybe Bihoâs pillow...but, that had somehow found its way at the foot of the bed instead of under his head.Â
Finally, Hansolâs eyes landed on the perfect tool: the large, stuffed dolphin.Â
He remembered the redhead mentioning how much better he slept when holding something. Maybe, this was the key...
âSorry, Biho,â Hansol mumbled, though he had difficulty actually feeling remorse at the moment. Carefully, his fingers curled around the snout of the plushie, which was still cradled to Bihoâs chest.Â
He took one prepping breath...anotherâŚ
Then he swiped it clean from Bihoâs grip.Â
âHa!â he cried, retreating to his own bed in victory. With a small bounce, he leapt onto his mattress and held the dolphin high. He was sure that woke him from the shock alone. No doubt, heâd turn around and watch the babyâs dazed blinks before panic at the time settled.Â
However, as he returned his gaze to Biho, he saw no such thing. Disappointment dropped like a weight from his chest straight into his stomach.Â
Biho had indeed moved. In fact, the momentum of Hansolâs actions sent his body hurtling to the other side of the bedâbut his eyes were still closed. His breaths were still even. His expression was...completely undisturbed.Â
Hansol barely bit down a swear. âYouâve got to be kidding me! Biho!!âÂ
In a fit of outrage, he hurled the plushie back at the younger goblin with all the force he could muster. It bounced off one of the pillows and landed right on top of Bihoâs exposed face, in a perfect landing.
Hansolâs lips parted, curving into a perfect âoâ as he gaped at the sight of the plushie sitting completely still over Bihoâs face, who still did not show any signs of waking up soon.
Wordlessly, Hansol reached for one of the hamster plushies on his own bed, and carefully threw it in Bihoâs direction. This time, it bounced off Bihoâs legs and rolled off the bed.Â
Aw, that was a miss.
And that was how this little âgameâ started: attempting to throw or stack as many things on Biho while he slept, until he woke up.
Well, if Hansol had to wake this corpse anyway, he might as well have some fun with it.
It started with plushies. Then Bihoâs books. And then a random assortment of items on their desksâpaper weights, pens, brushes, headphones, you name it. When Hansol ran out of ideas or got desperate, he resorted to using dirty laundry (which, to be fair, was never all that dirty⌠except Bihoâs socks).Â
Usually he only managed to barely cover Bihoâs body before the man started to wake up for real, and then Hansol would scramble to clear the items off of him as quickly as possible. He didnât want Biho to realise what he was up to and ruin the fun; this was something Hansol could get used to, after all.
A week passed and still Biho didnât seem to suspect anything. All he had were questions about why the room was always so messy or why their things were out of place, but he never questioned it further. Innocent, sweet, gullible Biho. Of course he wouldnât think much of it, especially once Hansol assured him that he had simply been messing around in the room, and would put everything back in their original positions.
Hansol had been proud of himself, thinking that this new routine could work.Â
But of course, he should have known his plan wasnât foolproof. Even if Biho didnât find out when he woke up, someone in the house would eventually.
âWhat are you doing?â
Of all days, the question came from the roomâs threshold in the midst of a very peculiar and very damning sight: Hansol in the middle of balancing an empty beer can on Bihoâs forehead.
And of all people it had to be Yooha.Â
He was so screwed. Yooha was going to tell MC and then of course MC would berate him for pulling this on Biho, and tell Biho too. Then Hansol would have to face those sad, puppy eyes and feel bad too.
This was the end of it. His happiness⌠his dreamsâŚ
He wondered if excuses would help. But what possible reason could there be for trying to balance a beer can on a sleeping manâs forehead? It was ridiculous, no matter which way one looked at it.
Still, he attempted to stammer out an excuse. âY-Yooha⌠you see, I was just trying to uh, umâŚâ He cursed his inability to lie in situations like these.
The fox remained oddly silent, and the longer it was, the more the tension in the room grew, as did Hansolâs anxiety. This was bad. This was really bad. He was in for it big time.
That was what he thought. Until Yooha stepped towards him, took the beer can from him, and carefully placed it between Bihoâs lips and nose instead. The can stayed perfectly still, not showing any signs of falling even though Biho continued to breathe.
âThatâs how you do it,â Yooha grinned a shit-eating grin, mischief sparkling in his eyes.Â
That was how Yooha became Hansolâs accomplice. And how this âgameâ evolved into a competition.
There were three aspects to the competition.Â
Firstâwhat was the most absurd object one could balance on Biho without waking him?Â
Secondâhow long could one balance said object?Â
Thirdâwho would be the one to wake Biho (and by default lose the game)?Â
So far, Hansol held the title as champion, having successfully balanced a bowl of ramen on Bihoâs knee and successfully eaten it with little to no mess on the sheets. However, that didnât mean Yooha wasnât a worthy competitor.Â
Over the course of the next few days, the fox challenged his skills going so far as to deliver Hansolâs laundry neatly folded in stacks across Bihoâs body. In fact, Yooha and Hansol even bonded over the sleeping goblin. The latter was surprised how enthusiastic the fox had become.Â
Just the other night, Yooha suggested a deep talk over shots, of course using Bihoâs forehead as a table. But, Hansol immediately refused. As fun as it sounded, it was too risky. The cold glasses and the stench of alcohol would have definitely woken the sleeping baby.Â
Yoohaâs crazy suggestions didnât stop there. In fact, they only seemed to escalate, and Hansol should have known the foxâs penchant for mischief would come back to bite them in the butt sooner or later.
That afternoon, Yooha showed up in Hansolâs room with a strange object in hand. An object that looked a little bit too familiar for comfortâŚÂ
âLook what I brought!â he said excitedly, and Hansol could imagine him wagging his eight tails in delight as he proudly showed off the item.
Hansolâs eyes widened, first in awe, before his features began contorting in horror and shock.Â
Yooha waved the feather duster in front of Hansolâs dumbfounded face. Or more precisely, Taeheeâs feather duster. His favorite one, too.
âWhat are you doing with that? You know how uptight Taehee is with his things, especially his cleaning stuff,â Hansol hissed.
âRelax,â Yooha gave his usual nonchalant shrug, âIâll put it back where I found it. Weâll be done here before he gets home anyway. No oneâs going to find out.â
True⌠Taehee was at work today and he wouldnât be back until the evening. Still though, Hansol couldnât shake off the uneasy feeling gnawing at the back of his mind.Â
In any case, before he could say anything else, Yooha had swiftly and soundlessly looped the hook of the duster on Bihoâs right big toe. The duster swung back and forth slightly like a pendulum, before coming to a still. The sleeping goblin didnât stir.
Hansol returned his attention to the fox, who was now smirking at him expectantly. âYour turn.âÂ
âI donât know about this,â he stammered, the sight of the duster swaying filling his stomach with dread.Â
Yooha nodded slowly. âOkay, I get it,â he said. He leaned his hip casually against Bihoâs leg further prodding the cleaner. âYouâre conceding.â Â
âNo!â Hansol burst. âItâs just...Iâm justââÂ
He tore his gaze away from the undisturbed Biho to the fox. Yooha raised a challenging brow which only incited Hansolâs dwindling pride. Â
No, he couldnât lose his title. He was a goblinâthe best at stacking in this house. Just look at his laundry!Â
Besides, Yooha was right. Taehee usually worked late anyway.Â
âFine,â he returned coolly. With a quick scan of the room, he found a bag of chips he had mostly finished earlier. There were barely crumbs left, but the fragments left would be perfect to showcase his stacking skill. âWatch and learn from the best, okay?âÂ
Yooha responded with an unimpressed shrug, though the twinkle in his eye betrayed his intrigue.Â
Carefully, Hansol extracted a few triangular scraps from the bottom of the bag. Then, summoning all his muscle strength, he steadily lowered them one on top of the otherâright at the tip of the duster.Â
âNot bad,â Yooha admitted.Â
Hansol felt the compliment run straight to his head, and in the rush, he hurriedly dug out another morsel for the finishing touch.Â
And that was where it all went wrongâŚÂ
Yoohaâs brows furrowed as the goblin eagerly continued stacking. He leaned forward to inspect the small, potato mountain, and Hansol waited for another compliment. Instead, the fox pointed his finger to one of the middle slices.Â
âHey, Hansol,â he said. âIs that chip moving?âÂ
Hansol shook his head. âIf it is, itâs because youâre breathing on it. Back up!âÂ
Surprisingly, Yooha obeyed, but his movements were a little too quick and stilted. And his eyes...grew very wide.Â
âWhat?â Hansol said, glancing back at his creation. Then he saw it. A brown slab with spindly legs creeping over his chip mountain. âC-CockââÂ
He barely finished the next syllable when two wings expanded from the creature. A scream edged up his throat, but he quickly stopped it lest he further harm his beautiful voice. Instead, he chose the next viable option.Â
His legs involuntarily propelled him from Bihoâs mattress until he nearly collapsed at Yoohaâs feet. âKill it,â he hissed. âHurry!âÂ
âHow?â Yooha hissed right back, backing up into the corner and ducking reflexively as the cockroach continued to zip across the air. Meanwhile, Hansol shuffled backwards together with Yooha, attempting to use his legs as a shield.Â
âYouâre a fox! How are you scared of a cockroach?â
âWell youâre a goblin, go burn it then if youâre so brave!â
âNo way! Itâs gross!âÂ
âWait,â an idea clicked in Yoohaâs brain. âWhat if we get the vacuum cleaner? Itâs in Taeheeâs room.â
âOh right! Iâll get it!â Already Hansol was heading for the door, evidently prepared to abandon the fox and the still sleeping goblin â how Biho could sleep in this absolute chaos was beyond him and he couldnât care less at this point. Biho could sleep with the cockroach forever.Â
Hansolâs escape was unwittingly thwarted however, when the cockroach came into his line of sight. He jumped back immediately, knocking the back of his head against the side of his desk. He was too preoccupied groaning in pain and soothing the sore spot on his head to realise Yooha grabbing hold of that opportunity and leaping onto his bed, avoiding the cockroach entirely and getting to the door in one swift move.
âIâll be right back,â he promised over his shoulder, before shutting the door behind him.
Hansol had heard Taeheeâs story of how he was betrayed by a friend before, but he never understood what that felt like.
Until today.
âYooha, I swear Iâm going to kill you-â But he couldnât finish his sentence because the cockroach was there in front of him again, on the wall now, close to the door. It had sealed off his only escape route. He was trapped. And alone. Even his slippers were out of reach. He was doomed.
Thankfully, help came in the nick of time. The door swung open with the force of Yoohaâs kick, and the fox arrived like a knight in shining armour, brandishing the Byeson vacuum cleaner that Taehee had bought just last week. Relief flooded Hansol. Yooha looked just like a knight in shining armour.Â
âWhere is it?â Yooha asked, eyes steeled with determination, and the vacuum roared to life. Startled by the sound, the cockroach launched itself into the air again, and Hansol had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep a shriek from escaping. All he did was point to where the cockroach was, and Yooha began swiping the vacuum in the air in an attempt to suck the pesky creature in.Â
Hansol watched in aweâand maybe a little fearâas the fox stormed through the room with his vacuum, like a knight wielding a sword in a duel. The roar of the vacuum echoed through his ears, drowning the buzz of the winged creature in its battle cry.Â
âDie already!â Yooha shouted over the clamor. Despite his efforts, the cockroach still managed to evade his strikes. Adeptly, it weaved through the air, sweeping over the beds and sweeping dangerously close to Bihoâs sleeping face.Â
Normally, Hansol wouldnât mind. If their game hadnât woken the goblin, a bug certainly wouldnât. But a hard, blaring vacuum?Â
As the chase continued, Yoohaâs enthusiasm seemed to blind him, and a few of his blows were a little too sloppy for Hansolâs comfort.Â
âB-Be careful!â He stammered from his hiding spot under the desk. âDonât hit him!âÂ
âWhat?â Yooha called, focus still targeted at the cockroach. His arm swung through the air, again barely missing Bihoâs nose.Â
âI said be careful!â Hansol shouted louder this time. His muscles tensed as the fox seemed to ignore him. âDonât hit him!!âÂ
This time, Yooha spared him a glance sideways. His brows furrowed in confusion. âDonât hit it? I thought that was the point?âÂ
Hansol let out a low groan. âNot the bug, idiot! Biââ he stopped himself before he uttered the redheadâs name. He would definitely wake up from Hansolâs magically endowed voice calling him. âDonât wake the baby!â
The vacuum abruptly whirred before falling silent. âThereâs a baby?â Yooha hissed. âWhose? Where?âÂ
âBIHO, you idiot!â Hansol shouted in exasperation. Yoohaâs eyebrows shot up, biting back an incredulous laugh at Bihoâs nickname.Â
âBut heâs taller than youââÂ
Hansolâs chest swelled with indignance. It might be the stress doing the thinking for him, but he had every mind to shoot a certain finger in the air, and inform Yooha that Biho wasnât that much taller than him and that Biho was almost a hundred years younger than him, but his thoughts scattered and his mind blanked when he heard a certain redheadâs sleepy voice:
âWhatâs⌠going on?â
Ah, shit. Just a sweeping glance and Hansol could tell he wouldnât have an explanation for any of the ridiculous items that were still on Bihoâs body â the duster, the chips, the laundry, some random things Yooha found in the bathroom that probably belonged to MC...Â
The jig was up. He just hoped Biho wouldnât get too mad. He actually hadnât seen Biho get angry before and he wasnât sure he wanted to.Â
His bleary eyes swept over the room once, intermittently pausing to absorb random bits of the chaos. After a long moment of gaping, he seemed to give up on the endeavor. His hand patted over the myriad of cushions and random objects until he found the dolphin plushie. He cradled it to his chest with one last, confused survey of the room before slowly turning his back to the fox and older goblin.Â
Hansol only released another breath when the redheadâs own breathing slowed. He likely dismissed the whole thing as a dream...which meant they were safe.Â
Gingerly, he stood to his feet, careful to avoid making a single sound during the baby goblinâs early sleep stages. He gestured Yooha to do the same with a brief wave of his hand towards the door. If they made it out of the room, things would go back to normal. The game could continue. Life would be greatâŚÂ
But he had too much faith in that stupid fox.Â
VROOOOOM!
Hansol whipped around so hard, his neck throbbed after. Yooha remained in the middle of the room, his shoulders hunched to his ears, and fingers fumbling around the buttons of the machine in his hand emitting the terrible, loud sound.Â
âTurn it off!â Hansol hissed, reaching for the contraption himself.Â
The fox seemed to find the right button, the noise finally dying back to silence. But it was too lateâŚÂ
âSo, it wasnât a dream?â They turned their heads and found Biho, fully awake and fully bespectacled, eyeing the various items stacked on him, and slowly brushing them off to the side of his bed. Then he brought his knees to his chest to reach for and remove Taeheeâs duster from his toe.Â
âWas it you two?â Biho asked in his usual quiet voice. Hansol couldnât detect a trace of anger in it, which strangely enough, made him even more nervous. Next to him, Yooha was scratching his head, a perplexed look on his face. The internal debate he had going on was obvious, and it was probably showing on Hansolâs face as well.
âSorry,â Hansol said, shoulders sagging as he dropped his head. Many words crossed his mind but he didnât even know where to begin. Should he explain how the game worked? How long this had gone on for? Make some kind of excuse and pass this off as a prank?Â
He couldnât think of a single explanation that wouldnât make Biho mad at him.
âNo wonder youâve been acting weird all week,â Biho said. âYou were putting random things on me while I was asleep?âÂ
âWeââ Hansol didnât get the chance to explain (and probably inevitably condemn himself even further) because the door opened right then, revealing MCâs figure.Â
âI heard screaming and the vacuum going off even though Taehee isnât home⌠Whatâs going on here? Are thoseâ Are those my pads?â She pointed at the items on Bihoâs bed â Hansol recognised them as the things that Yooha had taken from the bathroom.
He turned to Yooha, who was now looking quite confused. âPads? What pads?â
âThis!â MC held one up, and Hansol swallowed nervously. She looked angryâŚÂ
âOh, sorry,â Yooha replied with a breezy chuckle. Hansol noticed MCâs brow twitch at the foxâs casual demeanour. âThey were lying on the counter so I just took a couple for fun⌠What are they for anyway? Iâve never seen you use them.â
Silence ensued⌠and not the good kind.
Thankfully, a soft knock on the threshold rescued the three of them from MCâs increasingly intense glare which no doubt wouldâve ended in a seething scolding or maye a few of those âpadsâ hurled at their heads.Â
Hansol turned towards their savior only to have his sudden relief morph back into dread.Â
Taehee stepped past the doorway, head tilted and his usually sorrowful eyes now alight with alarm as he scanned the mess strewn across the floor.
A tense chuckle swept past his barely upturned lips. âWhatâs this?â came the hoarse question. Â
âCleanâ by most peopleâs standards was dirty to Taeheeâs. By that logic, the current state of the room was beyond humanâand goblinâcomprehension.Â
Having no explanation that would appease the man, Hansol sought aid from his other housemates.Â
Bad idea...
âYouâre home early,â Yooha unhelpfully commented. His indifferent attitude only seemed to exacerbate the other manâs poor mood. They shouldâve been begging the oldest goblin for mercy lest they all be dragged into a weekend of cleaning.Â
However, that wasnât even Yoohaâs greatest sin. His mistake was drawing attention to himselfâor rather drawing attention to the thing in his hand.Â
Trepidation seeped into Hansolâs every limb as Taeheeâs usually cool expression turned dark. âIs that my vacuum?âÂ
Of course, Yooha maintained his casual indifference, lifting the goblinâs beloved machine in his palm as if it was a mere broom. âOh, this? Yeah, I found it in our room.âÂ
Taehee gritted his teeth through a grin. âBut why is it in your greasy hands?â
Ears now flushed red, Yooha opened his mouth, no doubt to reply with his own enraged comeback, but MC stepped between the two.Â
âBefore you two start,â she began, hands outstretched as if to physically stop them from mauling each other over a machine. âWould someone like to explain what happened here? Why is there random stuff from the house on Bihoâs bed?âÂ
Hansol inhaled deeply. It was up to him apparently. He would just have to rack his brain for the most eloquent, poetic alibi he could muster. However, when before he could so much as voice a syllable, found the fingers of his treacherous roommates pointed straight at him.Â
Mouth falling agape in utter disbelief, he dragged his gaze between his accusersâBiho and Yooha. His âfriends.â
âHansol was stacking things on me while I slept,â Biho said bluntly.Â
âThen he dragged me into it,â Yooha added. The snake.Â
Hansol let out a string of unintelligible syllables. âB-But, youâ and Biho wouldnâtâAnd Yooha, youââÂ
MC and Taehee turned to the blond, both wearing the same disappointed expression...like parents about to scold their child.
 âIs that true, Hansol?â MC said, sounding more saddened than exasperated now. âDid you do that to poor Biho?âÂ
Every excuse Hansol had prepared in the face of his own guiltâor rather just the puppy eyes of Biho, glimmering in his general direction. He hung his head with a short sigh.Â
âYeah. Sorry, Biho,â he mumbled towards the redhead.Â
Biho accepted the apology with a sleepy nod, and Hansol turned to Yooha expectantly.Â
The fox rolled his eyes. âI guess Iâm sorry too,â he said. âThough it was fun. I didnât know anyone could sleep so hard.âÂ
âBuzz off.âÂ
Everyone startled at Bihoâs uncharacteristically crass reply. Â
âWhat did you just say to me?â Yooha returned, knuckles tightening around the vacuum.Â
âI was talking about the bug flying,â the redhead replied calmly, though Hansol wasnât thoroughly convinced about the bug.Â
Oh, waitâŚÂ
âBug?â MC asked.Â
As if on cue, the soft droning of wings gradually filled the empty silence.
âCOCKROACH!â Yooha and Hansol screamed at the same time just as the creature itself re-emerged onto the scene, swooping among the beds and sending the house members into chaos.Â
With a scream, MC fled the room. Hansol and Biho tried to follow but were blocked by Yooha who had resumed waving the vacuum through the air to âdefend MCâs honor.âÂ
Poor Taehee was now resorting to grappling Yoohaâs shoulders in attempts to retrieve his precious machine. âItâs not intended for bugs!âÂ
âWell, do you have a better idea?âÂ
âUse your slipper!âÂ
âUse yoursâOW! That was my head!âÂ
âOh, sorry, I mistook you for a cockroach.âÂ
âIâll show you who's a cockroach!âÂ
Hansol groaned as the bickering continued, now accompanied with Taeheeâs complaints as Yooha tried to vacuum him.Â
He turned to the redhead who had curled up in a ball next to him under the desk. âBiho,â he began. âNext time, wake up when I ask?âÂ
Biho hummed thoughtfully. âIâll try my best.â
It sounded sincere enough. Hansol nodded, turning his head back to the chaos before them, with Yooha and Taehee both trying to attack the cockroach. Actually, maybe it would be better if they left the room rather than stayed under the desk â there was no telling when the cockroach would swoop in here and kill them both.
âBiho, letâs go.â Hansol tugged on the goblinâs sleeve, but he didnât get an affirmative âMmâ or âOkayâ that he usually received.Â
âBiho?â Hansol turned his head. And there was Biho, with his eyes closed, head resting against the wall, asleep. Again.
A string of curses went off in Hansolâs head. Stupid stupid stupid stupidâ
âKANG BIHO!âÂ
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Itâs officially canon....YOOHA SHEDS.
White String of Hate
Summary: In which Taehee, the resident clean freak, is driven to the brink of insanity.
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It started when he found pieces of white string on his clothes.
At first, he thought nothing of it. He had just re-organized the closets in the house. Maybe some stray cobwebs had floated into the roomânothing his duster couldnât handle.
But then he started seeing them elsewhere. In his potted plants, the kitchen counter, the floor⌠And every time he mentioned it, his housemates merely shrugged it off and dismissed it as him being too much of a âclean freakâ. He knew he had a tendency to be more sensitive to these things, so he let it slide, and told himself he was just thinking too much⌠before wiping down the surfaces till they were back to their pristine, clean state.
Still, the white strings continued to appear. He couldnât even wear black shirts anymore without feeling irked to the bone. Even his trusty lint roller wasnât enough to keep them at bay. âMaybe itâs a lint mutation!â Hansol suggested. That was a ridiculous suggestion, of course⌠but Taehee did buy a new roller. Still it proved to be of little use; the pesky little strings kept coming back like scheming parasites.
By the seventh day, Taehee was beginning to question his sanity. Maybe heâd just worked too many long hours. Maybe his eyes were just tired. Maybe all he needed was a long night of sleep.
For days, the strings plagued his sight, their appearances growing more and more ridiculous. One morning, he even found it on his toothbrush. However, just like before, his housemates responded to his questions with that same indifference.
But he couldnât get it out of his mind. The white strings consumed his every thought, and it was impossible to avoid them in the house when they seemed to have plagued every corner of his home.
There had to be a scientific explanation behind itâa sickness? But everyone was perfectly healthy. White hairs from stress-induced aging? But he was a goblinâŚ. The others certainly didnât seem to have developed white hairs either. He got MC to check his head on multiple occasions too, and she had assured him that he wasnât growing any. He could only take her word for it.
What else could it be? Cobwebs? But cobwebs didnât form so quickly after being cleaned. And they wouldnât come in such huge numbers.
The question remained in the back of his mind as he struggled to come up with a reasonable answer, other than one involving him hallucinating. Because he wasnât. His housemates who werenât seeing these white strings were clearly going blind.
The last straw was when he was having his morning coffee. One of the rare times he could sit down in peace, take his time to savour the bittersweetness of his special brew. Needless to say it was one of his favourite times of the day.
Until he saw it. The thin white line of his nightmares now floating in the middle of what shouldâve been delightful blackness.
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White String of Hate
Summary: In which Taehee, the resident clean freak, is driven to the brink of insanity.
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It started when he found pieces of white string on his clothes.
At first, he thought nothing of it. He had just re-organized the closets in the house. Maybe some stray cobwebs had floated into the roomânothing his duster couldnât handle.
But then he started seeing them elsewhere. In his potted plants, the kitchen counter, the floor⌠And every time he mentioned it, his housemates merely shrugged it off and dismissed it as him being too much of a âclean freakâ. He knew he had a tendency to be more sensitive to these things, so he let it slide, and told himself he was just thinking too much... before wiping down the surfaces till they were back to their pristine, clean state.
Still, the white strings continued to appear. He couldnât even wear black shirts anymore without feeling irked to the bone. Even his trusty lint roller wasnât enough to keep them at bay. "Maybe it's a lint mutation!" Hansol suggested. That was a ridiculous suggestion, of course⌠but Taehee did buy a new roller. Still it proved to be of little use; the pesky little strings kept coming back like scheming parasites.
By the seventh day, Taehee was beginning to question his sanity. Maybe heâd just worked too many long hours. Maybe his eyes were just tired. Maybe all he needed was a long night of sleep.
For days, the strings plagued his sight, their appearances growing more and more ridiculous. One morning, he even found it on his toothbrush. However, just like before, his housemates responded to his questions with that same indifference.
But he couldnât get it out of his mind. The white strings consumed his every thought, and it was impossible to avoid them in the house when they seemed to have plagued every corner of his home.
There had to be a scientific explanation behind itâa sickness? But everyone was perfectly healthy. White hairs from stress-induced aging? But he was a goblin.... The others certainly didnât seem to have developed white hairs either. He got MC to check his head on multiple occasions too, and she had assured him that he wasnât growing any. He could only take her word for it.
What else could it be? Cobwebs? But cobwebs didnât form so quickly after being cleaned. And they wouldnât come in such huge numbers.
The question remained in the back of his mind as he struggled to come up with a reasonable answer, other than one involving him hallucinating. Because he wasnât. His housemates who werenât seeing these white strings were clearly going blind.
The last straw was when he was having his morning coffee. One of the rare times he could sit down in peace, take his time to savour the bittersweetness of his special brew. Needless to say it was one of his favourite times of the day.
Until he saw it. The thin white line of his nightmares now floating in the middle of what shouldâve been delightful blackness.
Despite the sting of the heat, his fingertips pressed into the ceramic mug in a last attempt to keep his composure. But it was too late. He had reached the end of his tether, and his brain was beginning to tatter.
âHey, clean freak,â Yoohaâs usually unwelcomed voice slashed through the muddled swirl of Taeheeâs angry thoughts. The latter looked up, finding the fox waving his open palm in front of him. âWhatâs with that face?â
âWhat?â Taehee rasped, brows furrowing in annoyance. He could already sense the stupid comment on his upturned lips.
âUsually, when you drink your coffee, you turn all pensiveâlike an old man,â Yooha shrugged. He took a casual sip of his wine. What lunatic even drank this early? âBut you looked really pissed just now.â
Taehee blew out a sharp huff. If this fox knew what was good for him, heâd stay away. Anger was coursing through his veins and Taehee had been wound up too tight; he was this close to snapping.
âOi. Kim Taehee. You okay? Why arenât youââ
âI canât...â Taehee mumbled through his gritted teeth.
ââdrinking your coffee?â
âI CANâT!â
Taeheeâs shout echoed in the empty living room, and for the first time Yooha actually looked a little scared of him. The foxâs speechlessness made an awkward silence settle between the two as Taehee mentally berated himself for losing control over his temper like that. He had to stay calm. Be calm. Calm...
âWoah⌠yeah youâre definitely not okay. Wanna talk about it?â
The sound of Yoohaâs voice ignited yet another spark of rage within him, and before he could do something else he would regret, Taehee grabbed his cup and emptied its tainted contents into the sink.
Yooha gaped at him expectantly, though a trace of awe and fear were still visible between his furrowed brows. He probably thought Taehee was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Oh, God...Taehee hoped he didnât go into one of his rambles praising his own wisdom guised as shoddy advice. Not now.
However, the goblin was saved from such torture by the soft pad of footsteps down the stairs.
âWhatâs going on? I heard yelling.â
MCâs voice drifted from the stairs, and soon she came into view, bed head still fresh and her eyes smaller than usual, groggy with sleep. Taeheeâs heart gave a small leap in response. As usual.
And apparently, it wasnât alone.
The fox perked up, sitting straighter in his seat and his previously lazy demeanor turning almost puppy-like.
âAh, MC,â he said, a grin now stretching across his lips. Taehee barely held back his own smile at her presence which now whittled away at his annoyance. âGood morning! Did you dream of me?â
Taehee rolled his eyes at Yoohaâs unnecessary wink. MC was equally unamused, tired as she was, though she did spare him a chuckle.
âYeah, yeah, sure did,â she replied with a brief smile, before her attention turned to Taehee. It was strange how easily she could calm him down. Just one look from her and he felt his breathing start to slow down, and the angry, scrambled thoughts in his mind began to scatter. All that was left was a pounding in his chest as he met her concerned stare.
âIs⌠everything okay?â
With practised ease, the corners of his lips lifted into a smile, erasing any and all traces of irritation from his face. âYes, everythingâs fine.â
âFine?â Yooha snorted. âThis guy nearly had an aneurysm.â
âWhat?â MC said, her gaze once again snapping towards the goblin. His cheeks heated under the sudden scrutiny.
Feeling slightly embarrassed now at the reason behind his outburst, he waved his hand dismissively. âNo, no,â he stammered. âIâm really fine. Iâm just⌠feeling off this morning.â
The girl seemed unconvinced. Her eyes drifted to the dumped coffee in the sink, and Taehee could practically see the calculations behind her forehead.
Abruptly, MC turned to the fox. âYooha,â she began, startling when he suddenly transported behind her back.
Taeheeâs skin tingled when the man slid his arms around her waist.
âYes, MC?â Yooha hummed.
She promptly swatted his hands away. Taehee smirked in amusement...or maybe triumph.
âDid you make him mad again?â she went on.
Yooha stumbled back in offense, hand over his chest. DramaticâŚ
âWhat? No!â
MC crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one hip. Her lips pressed into a fine line as she flayed him with a hard, interrogative stare.
Yooha let out a sharp sigh. âI didnât! Really!â
He glanced at Taehee, no doubt to clear his name. The latter pursed his lips. Should he clear the air? Technically, Yooha did add to his frustration. His presence alone could sour Taeheeâs mood considerably any day, and especially today.
In the span of silence he took to think, MC seemed to interpret it as a confirmation of Yoohaâs guilt, and his sentence was passed immediately.
âGo on, apologise to Taehee. You two should make up and at least try to get along.â
âBut I didnât do anything!â Yooha argued, genuinely looking quite upset now. Even MC seemed to be surprised by his reaction.
âMaster, you donât believe me? Thatâs hurtfulâŚâ
And then it happened.
Like a snake, his nine tails unfurled behind him one after another, practically glowing with the blindingly white sheen of his fur.
White. Fur.
The answer had been right in front of him the whole time, the source of his nightmares for the past week right under his nose and Taehee hadnât so much as noticed.
He shouldâve known. Ever since that stupid fox materialized from that scroll, nothing and no one else in this house rattled him as much as he could.
And at this very moment, he was downright pissed.
He hadnât even realized his outstretched hand. His tense fingers were bent into a claw, ready to strangle one of the nine hydras sweeping through the air, further tainting the cleanliness of the house with those loose strands of white.
Rage coursed through his veins, and somehow, his magic followed suit with blue fire flaring into the center of his palm. Taehee hadnât meant to move his hand any closer to the infuriating white fur. But his fight-or-flight instincts had kicked in, and little by little, those flames licked perilously close to the thin strands untilâŚ
âOW!!â
Taehee recoiled as the sharp sound pierced his ears, his anger subsiding enough for him to return to the present moment. He saw MCâs reaction first. Her eyes were wide in shock, and her mouth was frozen in a perfect âo.â
When his gaze fell on the fox again, the tails had vanished. Yooha was storming over to him, anger etched on his usually laidback face. He looked feral.
âDid you seriously just try to burn my tails? Kim Taehee!â
Taehee knew he should apologise. Clearly he was in the wrong here. But his mouth began flapping, retorts bubbling in his throat, unable to restrain himself in front of the fox. Especially when he was the cause of this whole mess in the first place.
âWould you prefer for me to shave them clean instead? Since youâre shedding anyway.â
âYou-â Yoohaâs voice cut off, confusion flickering in his eyes. âWhat are you talking about? Me? Shedding? What do you think I am? A common dog?â
âNo,â Taehee returned with more composure than he felt. âDogs are more likeable.â
âWhy, youââ Yooha began, though he stopped himself again. His fist was balled tightly at his side, but he seemed to have enough restraint to keep it there. A tense breath wisped from his lips. âLook, youâre having a bad morning. I get it. But just because MC likes my tails more than you doesnât mean you can abuse your magic fire trick.â
Several unintelligible syllables spluttered from Taeheeâs mouth.
Words...he needed to use words.
âMC doesnâtâ Fire trick? You donâtââ
No, no⌠sentences. He needed sentences. But his brain was too muddled with his emotions, and that stupid simper on the foxâs face was only making it worse.
âOr maybe⌠If you wanted to touch my tail so badly, you couldâve asked.â
Taehee was about to open his mouth again when MCâs face appeared in his line of sight, blocking the fox from his view.
âEnough, both of you. Itâs too early in the morning for this, letâs just stop here, okay?â
âHey, I wasnât the one who resorted to violence,â Yooha added stubbornly, shooting a glare in Taeheeâs direction.
âIt wouldnât have gotten to this point if you wouldâve cleaned after yourself,â he spat. To emphasize his point, he swiped his hand over his sleeve, sending a few tufts of white fluttering into the air.
Yooha squinted at the hair, his features once again contorting in offense. âYou think that hair is mine? Is that what this is all about?â
âThink?â Taehee scoffed. âI think we all saw how much hair fell off that fur trap of yours.â
MC groaned and flopped back onto an empty chair. âGuys, can we notââ
âThis,â Yooha interrupted, holding up his pinched fingers where Taehee assumed he had caught one of his hairs, âis not mine. Look how coarse and short this is! My fur is softer and longer than thisâand whiter!â
âYou canât compare anything when you can barely see that hair between your fingers.â
âMaybe you canât, since itâs obvious thereâs something wrong with your eyes.â
âOh? Letâs pluck out some of your hair and check then.â
âWhat? You think this is some kind of game? My tails arenât for you to screw around with!â
âYou always take them out when MC is here anyway. Like a dog wagging its tail for its master.â
âYou- Did you just call me a dog again?â
âSo on top of excessive shedding you canât hear right either? Maybe itâs time to take you to a vet.â
âI told you that fur isnât mine! Iâm not shedding!â
Taehee slammed his palm onto the counter. His adrenaline was waning, and he hadnât even had a sip of coffee. He was getting more exasperated by the second...
âThen what?â he sighed. âDo we suddenly have a cat in the house or something?â
A soft meow interrupted the growing tension between them, and both men turned to MC who was still innocently sitting at the table.
Yooha clicked his tongue, a smile unbefitting of the situation rapidly overtaking his previous scowl. âThat was cute, MC, but this is serious,â he said. His palm rested against her mussed hair. âMy honor is at stake here.â
âIt wasnâtââ
âYeah MC, I know youâre trying to help us but we need to work this out,â Taehee added, slapping Yoohaâs hand away from her head.
She huffed and pushed both of their hands away from her face. âGuys, I said it wasnât me.â
âYeah.â A tuft of red hair appeared from the corner of Taeheeâs eye. Biho shuffled meekly into the kitchen, and three pairs of eyes followed him curiously. âIt was me.â
Yoohaâs gaze shifted from Biho to Taehee, then back to the younger goblin. âYou...meowed?â
The redheadâs chest heaved in a deep, forlorn sigh. He pressed a hand over his heart and shook his head. âI am deeply sorry for my actions. I didnât intend for it to go this far.â
âWhat are you talking about BihoâŚâ Taeheeâs voice trailed off when they heard another meow. The younger goblinâs mouth was closed however, and the sound seemed to be coming from his head.
Was this a new power? Taehee had never seen anything like it. Hansol never mentioned anything about Bihoâs new ability either.
However, the explanation for the strange occurrence soon made itself known⌠with its tiny, white ears peeking over Bihoâs bright red hair.
Another one of his doleful sighs filled the stunned silence in the room. âI woke up and heard you guys arguing about Yooha shedding.â
âLike I said, Iâm notââ Taehee slapped his hand over Yoohaâs mouth to shut him up, wanting to listen to Biho instead of that annoying foxâs voice.
âI think it was actually this kittenâs fur⌠Sorry Taehee, I know itâs been bothering you this whole week.â
Taehee deflated half in relief and half in exhaustion. âWhy didnât you just say something earlier?â
âI was going to, but then you looked very angry about the hair, and I thought you would ask me to get rid of it.â Biho picked up the kitten from his hair and carefully placed it in his arms, cradling it like it was a baby. In return, the kitten nuzzled its face against his hoodie.
âWhere did you even get it from? Did you buy it?â Yooha asked, defensively raising a hand up in case Taehee tried to physically shut him up again.
âI found it by the road on the way home,â he replied. âIt was in a box all alone and it was raining. It looked like it had been abandoned, and I couldnât leave it there like that.â His eyes drooped, his gaze turning sad as he gently stroked the kitten in his arms.
MC cooed at the explanation, joining the coddling of the little animal.
Taehee admitted it was touching...and understandable knowing Bihoâs story. Still, the fur sticking to the younger goblinâs sleeve was giving him a fresh surge of anxiety.
âBiho,â he began, making sure his voice was gentle lest he upset him with what he had to say. âWhat you did was good. You probably saved its life, butâŚâ
âWe canât keep it,â Yooha interrupted bluntly, earning him a slap upside the head. And it wasnât even from Taehee this time.
âHey,â MC hissed, casting a worried glance towards Biho.
Thankfully, the redhead seemed to expect this. Slowly, he nodded, though he cradled the kitten a little closer to his chest. âI know,â he said. âBut can we keep him until we find him a home?â
Taehee opened his mouth to protest but MC held her hand up, no doubt guessing his answer.
âOf course we can,â she said. âWe can post it online. Iâm sure we can find someone.â
Biho shot her a grateful smile. âCould you help me with that?â
âSure!â MC jumped up with a grin, before pausing. âGive me ten minutes. I should brush my teeth and wash my face first.â
âOkay, Iâll be in my room.â
Then the both of them left, although MC made sure to elbow Taehee in the side. He didnât have to look at her to know what she wanted him to do next.
An awkward silence settled once more, now that it was just him and Yooha left in the kitchen. Briefly, he made eye contact with the fox, and Taehee fought the urge to roll his eyes. He doubted they would be able to make up even after this.
âWell? Donât you have something to say?â Yooha asked with his chin up. Taehee wanted to wipe off that arrogant smirk from his face. But a wrong was a wrong, and he knew what he should do as the more mature one between them.
âFine. The hair wasnât yours, Iâm sorry.â
âGood.â
âBut it doesnât change the fact that you shed. A lot.â
Silence. Presumably, Yooha was attempting to choose his words carefully, lest another argument broke out. He sighed heavily before speaking again. âIs this your idea of an apology?â
âI did apologise. But I also stated a fact. I clean your closet, you know. Your hairballs are disgusting.â
âIâll have you know that my tails are amongst the most beautifulââ
âJust make sure you clean up after yourself from now on,â Taehee said, turning to leave. âOr I will personally shave you myself.â
âYou wouldnât dare,â Yooha narrowed his eyes. âA mere goblin like you? Hah.â
âHm. But a fox like you canât disobey its master, right? All I need is to get MC to agree to it.â
Taehee felt a sense of satisfaction when he saw Yoohaâs confident smile falter. Having said his piece, he turned and left for his room, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips as he heard his name echo angrily behind him.
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