borders | ravnwoong

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cw: this chapter contains some mature content

when hwanwoong slowly felt himself waking up, he shifted around a little only to notice a tight grip around his waist. not tight enough to hurt him but definitely tight enough to make it impossible for him to flee. he decided to not fight his way out of youngjo's arms and slowly opened his eyes. he blinked a few times, the blur dissolving and when he got a clear view, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. youngjo was looking at him, a weak smile plastered on his face and if you thought this would be the sweet good morning scene from every cliche romantic movie, don't be fooled. hwanwoong screamed and pushed youngjo away from him, the strength of the smaller's arms combined with the taller's cluelessness caused him to roll off the bed and land straight on his ass. the dark haired whined as he rubbed his butt and hwanwoong immediately felt bad and nervously bit his lip as he peeked over the edge of the bed.

"y-youngjo?" he almost whispered.

"can you break your ass? because i think i just broke mine."

hwanwoong giggled. "i don't think you can break your ass."

"can you help me up? my back hurts." the taller whined and hwanwoong rolled his eyes.

"you're just a big baby, do you know t-" he couldn't finish the sentence because the moment he let youngjo reach out for his hand, he got pulled down and fell right into his arms.

"YAH! i'm not interested in breaking my ass too!"

"i thought you can't break your ass?" the taller answered with a perked eyebrow and hwanwoong sighed as he lifted himself up, soon helping youngjo getting up too by pulling his arm. both were now on their feet and youngjo ruffled through his hair before stretching.

"why were you even looking at me? were you watching me?"

"yes?" youngjo's answer left his lips with such an ease, it caught hwanwoong off guard for a split second.

"creep."

both chuckled when their eyes met. youngjo pulled some fresh clothes out of his closet while hwanwoong was crawling back into the bed, sliding under the covers and scrolled through his phone.

"i'll take a quick shower and head to the bakery after, do you want anything specific?" youngjo asked and smiled when hwanwoong's eyes lit up.

"are you going to the one across the street?"

"why would i go to another one when there's one near?" he answered and hwanwoong clapped his hands happily.

"can you please bring me one of those pink donuts?"

"the one with the sprinkles?"

"no, theres one with-"

"the one with the white swirl." youngjo said and hwanwoong nodded satisfied.

youngjo chuckled at how cute his boyfriend was acting and ruffled through his hair before leaving the room, the action still warming hwanwoong's heart as expected.

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when youngjo came back he placed the bag on the table and walked into the kitchen to get two plates and two glasses, soon placing them on the table too. after he got the water and juice, he called hwanwoong over to the living room.