Jaejoong yawns softly, stretching out in his bed before pulling cat from underneath him and petting down her soft fur down and piling her over the rest of his pillows. He rubs away the sleep in his eyes wanting to go bury himself under the warmth of his heavy comforter but he knows he should make breakfast before they head out to the grocery. Rubbing the lines from his face, brushing his fingers across the rope marks still kissing his skin a faint pink he sends a few messages to his master before flattening out the wrinkles in his sheets and making his bed.
{ sms → my sir } ; I slept the whole night.
{ sms → my sir } ; I asked Yun if he'd like to make dinner with me, but I fell asleep before I realized.
{ sms → my sir } ; I hope that you won't be upset, we both found the night empty without you here too.
He's still feeling a little exhausted but he manages to pick up the books from off the floor and pile them neatly, wrapping his headphones up and setting them on the desk by his bedside. Throwing his phone over his pillow he grabs his laundry, weasels into Yunho's bedroom to grab his basket too--it's not too much but he doesn't want any of this to pile up during the week that they're by themselves. He sighs softly as he separates the light from the dark and the delicates this time too, remembering the mistake he made the last time and figures being more careful couldn't hurt. He thinks of France,-- being that he's never been himself, he wonders if his master can speak the language there too, if the jetlag is still there. Eight hours difference. Shutting the door to the washer, he sets it and pours in some detergent--wiping the remnants of the soapy stuff against one of the towel's left on the basin near the sink.
