#mxi.rr

(continuation of this and that)

He wakes up thirsty, in his white t-shirt, tie and boxer shorts (as he would), walks to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. The apartment is quiet, so he assumes that Mihyun went out – he wonders if she works on Sundays, but the answer is ‘probably’ since she seems to be always working. There’s no breakfast on the table and no sticky note telling him to fuck off either – which is nice – so he makes himself at home and hits the shower. He’s so distracted by the sound of the water and his own rendition of some massively popular kpop song that he doesn’t hear the door  nor the steps outside. This could pretty much be ‘Psycho’ all over again, but without the killer, the knife and him being a gorgeous lead lady in a black and white movie. He still jumps when he turns around and she’s /there/ but between catching his heart or covering his balls, he prioritizes the obvious. (He clutches his chest)

“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me.”

                                          >> @krxilhoon​ <<

>>                                  Studio 57 #408, 11:15 p.m.                                           <<

In hindsight, she probably should’ve noticed the signs. The most obvious being his shoes, the second being his discarded clothes--which weren’t much--, and lastly, y’know, the sound of water running. Was it really her fault that she took her coffee to go and on the cab ride home had to pee like a Russian racehorse? Probably. Still! That didn’t mean she had to see someone she had just really started becoming comfortable around...buck ass naked, standing in her bathroom, hair still full of soap bubbles on one side--she made a mental note to ask him to pay for her shampoo and conditioner set since he used the last of it--covering the wrong part of his anatomy. 

If he thought she was going to scream or something equally dramatic, he didn’t know her overly well, in fact all Mihyun did was look at his exposed crotch and sneer before meeting his eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, the brown paper bag of oatmeal with berries and various pastries crinkling, stark against the bright yellow of her dress, face devoid of any real emotion, while inside she was slamming her face repeatedly into the wall in embarrassment.  

>>                              Studio 57 #408, 9:08 p.m.                               <<

So she was a little buzzed, was there anything wrong with that? She was safe and with friends and the alcohol was dulling the emotional senses she would normally be flinching away from being this close to someone. Close to someone meaning the way Mihyun had herself twisted around Illhoon’s lithe frame. She was sideways, her right leg was up on his shoulder, her left leg was digging painfully into Illhoon’s thigh as he sat cross-legged on the floor. Her right arm was wrapped around his neck and her left arm was braced on the floor, palm flat, fingers splayed. 

If you were wondering how she ended up in this position, I would explain to you that after an awkward first meeting–Mihyun had NO IDEA Hanbyul’s roommate was a dude, or that she had a roommate at all–she found herself striking up an amicable friendship with the tattoo artist slash dj which led to them hanging out and drinking. Now, on to the meat, which was the fact that Illhoon made a rather rude comment about how he could see her side-boob and made a motion to poke it when she promptly latched onto him in retaliation.