#standay6

Jae slumped into the sofa; he closed his eyes as though he might be able to block out the sound of your whining if he did so. This proved ineffective of course, and he groaned loudly as you requested a sandwich for the eighth time since he walked through the door not 10 minutes ago. He covered his face with a pillow, wanting to sleep, the last thing he needed was you won his case.

 “Get your own sandwich,” he responded gruffly, looking as though he was half considering throwing the pillow at you if it was enough to make you be quiet. He had enjoyed countless hours of Wonpil and Dowoon’s messing around, not to mention Sungjin’s relentless nagging, and Brian’s moodiness. None of them had been particularly in the mood that day, and all he wanted was a quiet evening. Something he was not going to get, that was apparent already.

 “I don’t want to get up,” he told him impatiently, “plus you make better ham sandwiches than I do, they always taste so much nicer.”

 “Don’t be stupid, sandwiches don’t taste any different, it doesn’t matter who makes them. I’m really not in the mood, I’ve had quite a day. Can you pass me the TV remote?”

 “No,” you told him stubbornly, “not until you make me a sandwich.”

 Jae groaned, he pulled the pillow off his face and launched it in your direction. It miss you by a narrow margin and hit the wall, then thudded to the floor. It had been a rather powerful through, you could tell that he was definitely not in the mood to entertain your whining. This didn’t stop you from continuing to moan however, he was stubborn, but you were relentless.

 “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich,” he smirked, knowing full well that he would comply to your demands soon enough. You will often like this, only when you really wanted something. Usually, Jae was more than happy to comply, you are always doing him grand favours and so he only thought it fit to do the same for you. Today however, was a different story.

 “I swear to God, if you ask one more time, I’m going to lose my shit.”

 “Will you make me a sandwich, Jae?”

 Jae launched to his feet in a burst of anger, his face with riddled with fury. His lips came together into a thin line. “Fine!”

 Turning on his heel, he stormed out of the room. You were hot on his heels, jumping to your feet to follow him off into the kitchen. As soon as you came up behind him, he turned and pulled you into his arms forcefully. It was so forceful, in fact, that you came completely off your feet as he swung you around.

 “You! You!” He exclaimed, clearly at a loss for anything productive to say. This was a rare occurrence for Jae, who often had more to offer than was required in most situations. He finally put you down and wandered into the kitchen, grinning down at a large cake that you had made for him earlier that day beside a sandwich you’d made for him moments he had stepped through the door.

 “I love you, (y/n)” He said quietly, pressing a kiss against the side of your head.

 You laughed, “now go and sit down you grumpy shit, I’m going to cut you the biggest piece of cake you’ve ever had.”

 “So, the whole cake then?”

Wonpil stepped into his room and his eyebrows instantly raised to the top of his head. You were laid across his bed, book spread around you like a disease taking over. Folders were left wide open with the raise of paper scattered along the duvet cover, some even stretching as far as the floor. He looked up at the sudden disturbance of the doorway and grinned when you saw your boyfriend looking at you disapprovingly.

 “Why are there books everywhere, where am I supposed to sit?” Wonpil enquired, folding his arms over his chest as he waited for an explanation. How had he managed to get so much paper all over the bed in the space of about 10 minutes? All he had done was go downstairs to a request couple of snacks and drinks that his mother would be bringing up any moment now.

 “I need the space,” you explained, “have you seen the amount of coursework that we need to complete?”

 “You can’t banish me explanation point this is my bed to! In fact, this is my room; this is my bed - you can’t just take it over with all your books. Where am I supposed to sit?”

 “All right, all right… It’s just, I don’t think your father would appreciate it if we were sharing the bed. He’s a little bit old-fashioned, did you see the way he looks me up when I came into the house with you?”

 Wonpil sighed, you had a point. He shook his head, “next time we need to do some work, will go to your house. Your parents don’t seem to care what we get up to.”

 You laughed at this, twisting his words into something that they didn’t really mean. Wonpil felt the ends of his ears turn read the words and their implied meaning, he shook his head again as he took what seemed to be the most comfortable bit floor. He was still blushing you chucked a pillow at him to sit on so he wouldn’t be entirely uncomfortable.

 The two of you managed to get a lot of work done that afternoon, it seemed that the lack of space created a higher efficiency in preparing work. Wonpil was sure that everything that needs to be done would be done early. As the workload got smaller, the piles of work on his bed lessened. The physical space became clearer, and finally, there was enough room for him to pitch next to you on the bed on his pillows. This was a relief; he was starting to get rather numb from sitting on the floor for so long.

 “This will be done before the evenings over,” you said confidently, putting it pile of A4 written sheets of paper inside the plastic wallet ready to go back into its folder.

 Wonpil nodded, he watched you as you danced your fingers around the binders and folders, organising the papers and setting everything into a place where it easily be found when sent in to be marked. He found himself watching you focus, the way that you poked your tongue out the side of your mouth was adorable.

 With that thought in mind, he found himself leaning in towards your lips. When he caught them, he smiled into the kiss, Finally, he thought, but that wasn’t something he could hold onto.

 There was noise from the door that sounded remarkably like someone clearing their throat. Wonpil leaped back, and so did you. Wonpil almost lost his balance but managed to redeem himself by grabbing onto the headboard before he could do himself any real damage. When he looked at the door, he met eyes with his Father.

 Wonpil saw you physically tense and offered his Father a sheepish smile.

 “Young love,” his father said, grinning uncharacteristically. “I like this one, Wonpil. Make sure you keep a happy.” He winked and then departed, clearly aware that he was overstaying his welcome.

 “Would you look at that,” you breathed as though you hadn’t done for a solid five minutes.

 Wonpil grinned, “I told you, you had nothing to worry about”