` { spark of the morning } — sungjong&taeyeon.
It was a little past eight am on the digital clock beside his bed stand, the current time of eight o'five displayed in large pixelated numbers, flickering endlessly. The device had been ringing its alarm in one minute intervals since eight am sharp, but the drowsy Sungjong just smacked the snooze button on top of it repeatedly. The lack of motivation to get up was so great that if not for his rumbling stomach he would have eagerly made love to his bed the whole morning. Stomach comes first. Yawning loudly as the unduly bright sunshine poured in through the windows, he opened his eyes and was greeted by the flash of blinding light. Crap, that's bright. He had also noticed that is roommate -- er, partner -- was missing. Early bird catches the worm, huh… he thought, slowly getting off the bed and immediately slipping on the rest of his clothes; a jacket to cover up the comfortable wifebeater he wore to sleep, and a pair of slip ons. Who knows who could be patrolling and wandering about the halls at this hour? Might as well look presentable. And in no time at all, Sungjong went away to the kitchen, hoping to chance upon some kind of breakfast he could surreptitiously snatch off the counter. …Which didn't happen. There was nothing present in the kitchen he could feed off of. No other way but to actually cook something. It certainly didn't help that Sungjong was no Mario Batali in the kitchen. Agh. With a defeated sigh, the boy approached the fridge and began to rummage through it.
