HaPpY : binsung

×× 35 ××

I started feeding the sleepy Jisung, a spoonful of his food. I put his sikhye and mousse inside the fridge.

He is unusually stubborn today not wanting to shower and went straight to the sofa. Not wanting to get up for anything so I have to drag him.

"The faster you get up there, much faster we could rest, babe."  I nagged.

"You haven't eaten since breakfast." I frowned at him.

"Changbin-Hyung, I love you. Thanks for being with me." He looks high.

"Where did that come from? I'll love you even more if you ate."

He pouted, He's acting like a baby again. I was always flustered at how stoic and colds he acts outside, almost unbearable if you ask me. I think I just got myself a VIP pass in seeing this side of him.

Has he always been like this?

But to think of it he's like this whenever something bothers him and it's understandable after what Chan pulled. I didn't ask what did they talk about. I want Jisung to be comfortable with me on his own terms. He smiled and sat on the dining table and his eyes are threatening to fall shut.

We shared the single rice and pork bowl, alternating between bites in one spoon as he lazily, munches, sitting beside me. He showered first and I went after. I saw the dishes all done and he's scrolling on his phone and he saw me came out.

"Bin-ah." He called out and tapping his lap, urging me to sit down in him.

I went close, blushing, he's sitting on the blankets on the floor. Fairy lights barely lighting up the room. I turned my back against him.

He started drying my hair, patting and rubbing the towel, tousling my hair.

"I thought you're sleepy, it's past midnight babe. You could've gone to bed first."

"Hmmm." Jisung hummed as he gently ruffles the towel on my hair and does light massages making me drowsy.

"You also did the dishes. It could wait for tomorrow."

"I did it while waiting for you. You shouldn't make something as valuable as the dishes wait."

I furrowed my brows at him.

"And I'm not sleeping until you finish and sleep here beside me," Jisung muttered under his breath, deep tone, almost whispering while combing my almost dried hair.

He turned me around to face him, he looked so gentle as my legs wrapped around his waist and he shuffled me in a way where all my weight was in his lap.

And he just smiled pulling me in a hungry kiss. He traced his fingers on my nape before pulling me closer and deepen our kiss. He held me in so tight, inserting his hands to my back inside my shirt. My breaths hitched.

And he lied down with me still being carried a top of him. Everything felt right.