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Mashiho tagged along with a few other members to support their second in command, Jihoon.

He’s holding onto container of Chap Chae, he cooked from home.

They split up backstage in the Inkigayo MC building looking for him. He wouldn’t be surprised if they got scolded for it once they’re back home.

He walked passed two unfamiliar singers chatting in a dressing room.

It didn’t peaked his interest until one of them actually spoke Japanese.

“Do you want to practice your lines again before I leave?”

“Nah, I’m good. It’s just happening too fast I’m on tv again.” Sungchan laughed nervously, as he covers his face while Shotaro pats him on back.

Mashiho tensed up once Shotaro seemed to have noticed him ears dropping on them.

“Um-“ Shotaro awkwardly about to introduce themselves but Mashiho felt too weird to stick around after standing there a long time.

He gave them a quick bow before speed walking the heck out of there.

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When the show went live he stood behind the cameras watching Jihoon.

Seconds later, He got startled by a sandwich appeared out of nowhere.

“Sorry, I was curious what this is?” Shotaro showed him the Hangul writing on the plastic.

Mashiho gathered himself before reading it out loud. “Inkigayo sandwich.” He blinks as Shotaro offers it.

“Do you want it? I over counted it for my members.” Shotaro smiled down at him.

“Okay?” Mashiho accepts it unsure what else to say.

They both turned their attention to the older members on the set.

“I’m Mashiho from Treasure.” Mashiho spoke in a whisper.

“Shotaro, ah you’re Japanese too.” Shotaro lips quirked up at Sungchan started speaking.

Mashiho turns his eyes back to him in curiosity. “How old are you?”

“Twenty, but I’m born all the way in November.” Shotaro whispered in his ear while looking at his friend.

“We’re the same age-“ The rest got muffled by Shotaro’s hand over his mouth upon speaking too loudly.

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After airing. the four sat on the couch in cafeteria part of building.

Mashiho seated behind Jihoon, who kept talking with Sungchan.

He decides to rest on Jihoon’s backside and started to doodle on his phone.
Sneakily, turning sideways to draw a face portrait of his new friend.

Shotaro leaned back with his eyes closed, seemly aware since he looks to be giving a pose for him.

Mashiho’s cheeks flushed slightly having to get caught. He continued drawing away wanting to see how it turns out.

An hour later, during shading process he overheard his other leader name mentioned.

“Wow, if it were just me and Hyunsuk Hyung looking after all you guys-“ Looks like, they’re still gonna be here longer but it gave himself more time to draw.

He swiped down the drawing app when he noticed a text message alert.

-Can I see your drawing?-

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After celebrating Jihoon’s birthday party off camera with the rest of the members.

Mashiho sat on his bed looking at the present, he was surprised to receive a gift from his new friend.

He opens the box a little too forceful out of curiosity revealing the contents to be a sketchbook and few boxes of Chameleon markers.

With eagerness he opened a page, which made a photo fall out.

He picks up the photo before turning it backwards to read the words.

|I don’t mind if you need more reference pics.|

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Later on, after testing out all his old and new markers how they bled on page. He decided to text him first before drawing.

-It’s not a bother, tho in return I wanna see the progress on each of them.-

Mashiho agreed to his deal.

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Between hours of practice, cooking for the members and cleaning he sadly found no time to draw.

The evening came again where he’s exhausted in bed, only this time staring at a phone screen.

it’s not like he seen any new tv shows or done anything differently recent.

Biting his lip upon sending the first text, hopping it won’t bore him.

-I cooked Mandu dumplings.

He felt like face palm himself forgetting to put hi or a good evening.

-You cook too? Did it come out good?-

Mashiho texted back. -I think so, to be honest I don’t know what else to talk about since all day is mostly practice..

After ten minutes of waiting for a response. His eyes took notice of top corner of his phone, starting to feel selfish.

Finally, a response came.

-Sorry for the wait, my phone died. Yuta kun was helping me search for an available charger.-

He blinks at more text bubbles popping up in his phone about his hobbies, favorite foods and recipe links.

They ended up texting for three hours.

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Mashiho eyes widen at the video call notification appeared. He doesn’t have makeup on and his hair is a mess.

Tho, he didn’t want to save the video call for another time since they’re both busy. So, he quickly turns off the light in bathroom.

He clicked on the video to a darker skin Shotaro, which it did confused him.

Shotaro simply sitting in cafeteria hall with head rested on his palm, smiling.

“I have no makeup on.” Mashiho admits.

“Me neither.” Shotaro’s eyes moved when Mashiho scratches his hair.

His side of the screen is pitched black, yet Mashiho strangely thinks Shotaro can see him.

Those slightly closed up eyes are still somehow following his moments.

“You can see me?” Mashiho stops.

“I can.” Shotaro replied sounding like he’s holding in his laughter.

Mashiho gets up and turns on the light.

Once, the light is on he swiftly turned his direction to the screen.

“I thought you were an early morning person, did I wake you up?” Shotaro spoke as he started to eat.

Do I call you Taro? Mashiho wanted to ask him but never mentioned it.

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During Mashiho’s free time of finishing up a fan art painting of the wandering Samurai Kenshin with help of his art model for reference.

He finds himself liking line art more than the final coloring. Either it’s grittiness that sets the mood or he’s not satisfied with mix of colors.

Afterwards, he takes a break going on his phone to wait for the paint to dry.

Going through his photo gallery’s that use to be filled up with selfie pics and family, now it’s spammed with his model shots. He clicked on an older one with a green wall.

It brought him there, if he knew this beforehand he wouldn’t have worn pjs and fluffy slippers..

He froze at standing in a another building! Never mind how it’s possible, how he get out unspotted-

“Mashiho?!”

Huh, that’s the first time his art model finally called him a name, quite a relief.

Shotaro ran to lock the door which snapped Mashiho out of his thoughts. He quickly went back to him before removing his tan sweater, covering over his pajama shirt. “Shiho kun, why did you come here dress like this?”

“I...wasn’t planning on popping up here to be honest, did you call me Shiho kun?” Mashiho couldn’t help but ask.

Shotaro turns his eyes to the door while still holding on his arms. “There’s so many members here. how can I sneak you out?”

“I could just wear a cap and mask-“

Shotaro interrupted before deciding to gently pull him along. “You’re too unique looking, any of them would spot you right away.”

I am, to you? Mashiho thought to himself while blinking down at the hand on his wrist.

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After Shotaro got Mashiho back to his building with help of staff member. Things went seemly back to normal.

Shotaro taken up modeling for vogue while his friend practiced for his drama seres.

Neither of them, expected their singing job gave opportunities like these.

But he still finds time doing pose shots for his smaller friend.

Today, he’s wearing an old suit in heated water filled tub, feeling tempted to take a nap.

“I’m still having trouble making you look half underwater, maybe I make it lighter colors?” Mashiho mumbled to himself while eyes back and fourth from sketchbook.

“Think, clothes are dark being wet and blurry to see up close.” Shotaro suggested peacefully with eyes closed.

Mashiho nodded slightly in thought before going back to erasing more rough lines.

“It was wild how you came here-“

The door opened making Shotaro’s eyes flew open and stood up from tub hiding his ipad screen in body towel.

“Why, are you drench in a suit like some kind of movie scene?” Johnny asked with a weird look at their foreign member who smiled nervously.

Shotaro sneakily turned off his iPad volume under the towel.

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Later on, after drying off he closed his door and locked it this time before returning to the chat.

On his bed he sat cross legged examining the portrayed character, Deku in a suit. “Looks really nice, just missing his freckles.”

Shotaro watched him pressed his brown color pencil gently on paper.

His eyes then lingered to his purple eyeshadow.

A little blue bow and arrow tattoo grew on his back unnoticeably.