The heavy crimson curtains had not been moved from the previous day, allowing treacherous sunlight to crawl its way inside the bedroom, reaching the bed and the fluffy bunched-up sheets. He had no recollection of how long he had been sleeping, the night had dragged on, and if he were to walk out into the living room, he would see the evidence of the drunken decisions on the table with the collection of empty green glass bottles lined up, take out still left next to it.Â
There were things he HAD to do, not that he had any desire to move for the foreseeable future, but he knew sooner or later the old lady would invade his privacy as she always did, making sure that the start of his day began with nagging.
 As he scooted to the edge, wanting to lazily push the comforter off him, a familiar voice made him stop. Jung-hoo slowly turned to his left side, seeing half a face that was visible with fingers in front of it, clinging to the sheets. â We have to get up eventually. â He feels himself give up his resolve as he turns towards her, making himself comfortable again. â I thought you found me annoying, and yet here you are, in my bed. â There was a slightly mocking tone to his voice, he couldnât really muster much more in his state.
brxisedblxsh asked:Â â Â no donât move, itâs too cold outside the covers. Â â â Meno (hi đ ) - picked from this MEME. (still accepting)
     â âž âž âžÂ Hungover danced upon her closed eyelids, regardless of the exquisite... Slumber her body was rewarded with the events of the pervious night were replaying in a blended order in her sight and she wasnât sure what was correct. Alcohol was a heavy factor for sure, she felt it in her system and head the most. Â
Between her game of pretending to be still asleep next to the warmer body beside her and singing songs of wanting to punch herself in the face and him for letting their feelings and drinks get the best of them, Meno kept leaching off his warmth and bask in denial. Until he moved beside her and allowed cold air to invade her heaven of warmth and, in a way, confirming that this happened.
A very lazy hand covered half of her sight. She never hated daylight more than today. Annoyance loomed over her sleepy expressions. Of course, he finds the will to be cynical once he wakes up. â..Remind me--â A dramatic pause for efficient effect, â..were you always this insufferable in the morning? Who got into your pants and made you like this?â The blonde looked at him at last, couldnât help but to crack a teasing smile, ready to deliver her punchline. â..oh wait, thatâs the pure-hearted me.â From what she recalled, nothing was holly about what they did.
Selfish hands circled his arm as the owner pulled his larger frame closer to her. She crowned her web with resting her head on his shoulder. â..Let me be at peace for a little, Jung-hoo, Iâm very tired.â She lied between her pearly teeth, as her sneaky fingers traced his veins along his arm. â..Do we have to leave this generous warmth? I thought you craved it yesterday.â She glanced up at him, another lie ready to bloom in her sleepy tone.Â
    â..For the record, I still find you annoying.â