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‖ august 22nd, 2020 ‖
HEAD POUNDING, YOONGI COVERED HIS EYES DUE TO THE SUNLIGHT.
He groaned, trying to move. He looked down at the curled figure beside him, frowning in confusion.
For a second, everything was blurred and his head was pounding like crazy, while Iseul slept curled against his chest with no care in the world.
As his blurred vision cleared, he took a good look around his room. He gulped, hard. Why was Iseul's hoodie on the ground and why was she sleeping beside him in her sports bra?
He sucked in a sharp breath, wanting not to panic and tried to recall everything as he stared at her. As the haze of the mind cleared, he shut his eyes tight, a string of colorful words escaping his lips.
" so dead..I'm so dead.."
Iseul stirs, snuggling closer to his warmth. Yoongi blinked, groaning. " What did I ever do to you?! " He whined softly, trying to slowly remove her grip from his hoodie.
He didn't know what he was going to do after she wakes up and recalls everything, and when she questions him. But he just did not regret that, although a little embarrassed of how cliché it turned out to be.
" fuck.." Iseul stirs, " my head..."
Yoongi lets out an amused scoff at her cursing, ignoring the fact that his heart skipped a beat at how hot her raspy voice was, that too while she was cursing.
Iseul blinks, sinking under the blanket. As if it dawned upon her all of a sudden, she shot her eyes wide open, freezing in panic as images flashed across her eyes.
Yoongi smirked, " I guess she's still asleep. " He mumbled, causing Iseul to slowly peek out of the covers. Her face flushed as she sunk lower, a groan escaping her throat.
" I'm sorry.."
Yoongi brushed off the blanket from her face, giving her a questioning look. " What are you on about? "
Iseul avoids looking at him in the eye, her face burning due to embarrassment and the events of last night. " I-" she gulps, her voice stuck in her throat.
Yoongi smiles to himself, " Yah, look at me. "
Iseul sits up, " I need to make breakfast. "
Before she could jump off the bed, Yoongi gripped on her wrist, making her face him. " kitten....what happened last night? "
