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song for this chapter: shawn mendes - mutual
"i want you close i want you closer,"
unedited.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT on the low.
Morning came all too fast for Renjun, and far quicker for Hwa Young too. The pair groggily cuddled under the large comforter, gifted to them by one of Hwa Young's coworkers.
It was bright and early the next morning, wine finally out of one's system, as the other had been pretty sober the entire night.
The worst had yet to come. Hwa Young's temples throbbed as the morning sun rays streamed through the bedroom windows's— annoying her shut eyes. It was the fact that she was a terrible drunk, had the worst hangovers, and knew she had no control whatsoever when under the influence, yet she still had drank a little too much for her body to handle.
Shifting under the weighted blanket, she tried to sit up, yet the material became all too heavy for her. She didn't remember having such a hard time getting up from bed, nor having a weighted blanket.
She barely remembered going to bed last night.
One thing she clearly remembered was their kiss.
Instinctively, the woman's eyes shot open. And despite the protests of her orbs, and the fatigue that made her bones brittle and her muscles ache—she forced herself to sit up once more.
Alas, this time, the heavy weight fell down from her abdomen to retract to the other end of the bed. She followed the slow, sluggish action to find the 'weighted blanket' to be Renjun's arms.
Glancing warily at his figure, her stammering heart had settled into some sort of peace at the realization that he was still fast asleep. Fortunately, it gave her some time to process the previous night's events.
Hwa Young pressed herself firmly against Renjun, mouth unmoving to soak in the feeling of something so familiar, yet different. These were the same two lips that spoke sweet nothings, and whispered things any lover would blush at.
