Chapter Five / 05 Uh... some affection in this chapter?
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Sunoo stayed another night in his house, he had to sleep in Sunghoons room. Though he ended up kicking Sunghoon down. Making him sleep on the inflatable mattress.
It was already morning and his head started hurting, he decided it was best to go wash up.
He had heard a knock on the door before it opened, it was Sunghoon.
"Good morning" he whispered, his morning voice turning out to be raspy and deeper than usual.
He rested his chin on my shoulder as I brushed my teeth, I stared at him through the mirror.
He looked like he was still tired, he didn't move a muscle as he stayed still with his chin still on my shoulder.
His morning hair was messy but somehow looking good on him.
He was tired and wanted to go back to sleep, he wanted to feel the warmth of his warm bed.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to his chest.
I was shocked, this was the first time he had done this, not to mention that he did it so suddenly as well.
"You look cute even when you're brushing your teeth" he mumbled, cuddling closer to me as if I was his pillow.
Sunghoon kept staring at him with half lidded eyes, he watched as he tidied his hair, he watched the way he checked to see if his teeth were clean enough.
His stares were intense and can make anyone shy.
"Let go of me now you idiot, I need to shower. I feel icky" Sunoo suddenly turned around, facing Sunghoon, Still trapped in his arms.
"I'll stay here with you" he said randomly. A small visible smirk on his face.
"You're joking right?!" I looked at him as if he was crazy.
He didn't say nothing else, he just kept staring at me, he found it cute the way he would squirm in his arms, wanting to leave.
I let go of him, making him sign in relief.
"Okay it's time for you to get out" Said Sunoo, grabbing the towel that was on the rack.
"But, I want to stay with you" he uttered, fake pouting.
"Get out" I ordered him as if he was a small puppy.
"No, I want to stay with you" he yanked me closer to him. Hugging my waist again.
I yelped from the sudden contact. I sighed closing my eyes.
"Get. out" I kicked his back with my foot. Closing the door and making sure I locked it. .
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. I got out the restroom, a small towel around my neck, my hair still wet from the shower.
I rolled my eyes at the sight in front of me, Sunghoon was in the kitchen trying to cook something.
He had flour all over his face and apron, his gloves covered in eggs as the trashcan was full with eggshells and paper towels from when he tried to clean the mess up but failed.
The counters was littered with bowls and spoons, as well as the tomato sauce spilled.
"Did you really have to do all that?" I hissed at the mess.
He should have learned from the first time he tried to use the kitchen.
"Well.. I tried to make us both something to eat, though it didn't work out that well" Sunghoon stopped before continuing.
"I even tried to follow a recipe but I still messed up" he glanced at the mess, nervously chuckling as he removed his gloves.
"If you want to eat you better clean up that mess, I'm not cooking for you on a dirty counter" I crossed my arms, giving him my sassiest look.
"Right on it" was all he said before he started cleaning. .
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. They had already finished eating like an hour ago, Sunoo was inside the bathroom, he locked himself in there, he was in deep thought.
He was hesitating whether it was time to ask Sunghoon for help, he really did want and need his help.
But he was scared of rejection, he didn't want to mess up the thing they both had going on. But he knew it was time.
It's the whole point on why he's here.
He looked at himself in the mirror, taking huge deep breaths. He convinced himself that he had to do it sooner or later.
As he was still thinking about his decision, before there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, are you almost done?" Sunghoon asked, he was concerned.
"Yeah... I'm almost about to finish" He washed his hands before opening the door. .
