â :Finding your muse wearing their clothes
( via source from ) - always accepting / @arazuka
INVITING ANOTHER PERSON IN her home for the night was new, she doesnât do it due to how there was too many people in her home. parents, a younger sister and her grandmother in this cozy place called their home. she doesnât know the real reason behind why the other female decided to crash in for the night but her mother was kind enough to lend the guest room to the other. normally, family whoâs visiting out of town usually settle in there, so why not alaska as well.Â
early morning rises and she wakes up first, besides her parents who left much earlier than eight in the morning. preparing for work then leaving a note on the fridge for naeun to read. informing her what needs to be cleaned up or if thereâs any food left for her and anyone else to eat on the dining table.Â
thankfully, there was. from the traditional stirred fried rice and the container filled with coffee that should be warmed up still from the coffee maker. preparing everything to warm it up for the friend who took up the space within the space of the bed in the guest room. Â
she isnât too close to alaska the way most people would be, not that itâs considered a bother to her. but she doesnât find a good reason to push someone away for that thought alone. if someone needed her, a companion then who was she to turn them away.Â
when hearing unusual shuffling in the distance, her head immediately turns to look past her shoulder. the sight of her friend wearing the clothes that usually was worn indoors, in the comforts of her own home were stuck snuggly into her own slim frame. smiling softly at the sight alone. âoh, good morning to you!â naeun chirps, hesitantly holding up the cup of coffee that was warmed up for her friend to drink. then again, she should have asked what she prefers to drink than immediately assuming.Â
though the way alaska takes it happily to take a sip tells her it was fine by her friend. wanting to make her feel like she was at home is one of her priorities after all. large gray sweater embracing the upper half of her frame with shorts underneath that hit around the thighs. âthanks. oh, hope you donât mind -âÂ
âi donât.â cutting her sentence off mid-way, tiny smile resting over the corners of her lips. nodding in reassurance to the brunette, the latter did wear it much better than she did. despite there not being permission asked, she know itâs better wearing that here than the tight clothing that stuck to her skin. âyou look pretty too, by the way.â