𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 • 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

XXI

seungcheol examined himself in front of the mirror, judging the fuzzy blue pajamas in particular. the shirt jisoo provided him said something about fries (which seungcheol didn't even know what was), making jisoo laugh. not seungcheol being goofy! just kidding.

"what are you laughing at, mortal?" seungcheol hissed, throwing a slipper at jisoo. the latter dodged just in time, annoying the immortal further. "did you purposely give me unpleasant clothes?!"

"what?! no! that's my favorite pair of pajamas! those are comfy!" jisoo pointed at the pajamas seungcheol is currently wearing right now, which kind of convinced seungcheol. he's obliviously cute. "look at what i wore. these pajamas are the same as yours, but pink!"

"aww, i'm quite jealous, doll," jeonghan states, finishing his braid. he jumps on jisoo's bed, hugging a plushie of some sort. was that a t-rex plushie?! "i am not in possession of any of your favorites."

"you are my favorite, though," jisoo hopefully pulls a 'romantic' line, glancing st seungcheol once to see his reaction (just to be safe!)—before apologizing profusely within a second. "sorry! sorry, i'm not trying to do anything! i swear!"

jeonghan giggled, as seungcheol approached the bed and sat beside jeonghan. "it is very obvious that you are trying to romance my dearest lover, little human." and then they had the nerve to kiss each other in front of the single ass writer, making him feel queasy inside.

why don't i get kisses?!

"whatever! we're sleeping now!" jisoo huffed. jeonghan and seungcheol shared glances. "sleep beside each other, and then i'll sleep at the bottom part of the bed, i guess. that's the only—woah!"

jeonghan had pulled jisoo's wrist, causing the writer to cut himself off short, because he was going to fall on the bed. "no, no, doll. you are sleeping beside us two. do you hate us that much?"

"n-no, i don't hate you at all—"

"then no more objections, little human." seungcheol lied down, pushing jisoo down with him too. "sleep! good night, love!"

was i 'love'?! oh my god, alexa, play—

"good night, dear!"

—play nobody by mitski, i guess. you will never be 'love', you stupid little writer. just because you three made up, you're allowed to assume even more ridiculous things now? you don't! you don't have a 'i have hot immortal lovers' pass to start thinking like they will call you like that out of nowhere!

"good night, jisoo." jeonghan adds, which stopped jisoo from thinking any more pessimistic thoughts. oh god, did he sense what jisoo felt?!

"good night, little human." fuck! and now seungcheol too! what to say, what to reply?! what does jisoo say now?! they said it simultaneously!

say it back, fool!

"um, yeah.. good night, cheol and hannie."

jisoo, you are so down bad. why is it possible for someone to be this attached to two people while still being dense towards what they feel? maybe jisoo needs jeonghan's ability to sense someone's feelings, because he is in dire need of it and he doesn't even know. why doesn't he know? because he's dense.

jisoo woke up sandwiched between jeonghan and seungcheol. first, he was flustered, but he knew better than to move out of impulse and wake them. (not that jisoo wants to stay longer like this, but jisoo wants to stay longer like this.)

seungcheol had a leg sprawled on top of jisoo's lower body, and jeonghan was hugging jisoo's torso. the god's head was comfortably resting on the writer's shoulder, while jisoo's head was atop seungcheol's chest. it's like a freaky puzzle, actually. maybe they had to huddle up like that because of the countless plushies around them were taking up a fourth of the bed space.