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GOOD MORNING
Purple Hyacinth | Chapter 77

Kim Dokja has woken up from a good night's sleep, the first one in a while.

The effect of deep sleep has completely restored his mental power.

He tried to get up but he couldn't. A grunt from beside him made him freeze. Only then did he notice the arms wrapped around him and the steady warm breathing on his neck.

(Y/n) was sleeping soundly beside him... or, well, on top of him rather. His arms enveloping her waist. 

Kim Dokja glowed bright red. It definitely isn't what he's expecting to wake up to... but he has no complaints.

[ The constellation 'Princess of Self-Ruin' says that she could watch you two sleeping forever ]

[ The constellation 'Spirit of Chaos' has died from his heart melting ]

[ The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' says that you two look so peaceful ]

[ The constellation 'Celestia' says that she was just staring at you two for hours ]

[ The constellation 'Serpent of Eden' is asking if your morning is complete ]

. . .

Kim Dokja turned even redder. A lot of constellations are watching them, if you think about it deeply... it's kind of creepy.

His morning was in fact complete. Waking up next— errm, below her— that sounded so freakin' weird— is something he never would've thought would happen. Although he doesn't really know how they ended up in such a situation.

He hadn't noticed how heavy his breathing was, staying still so he wouldn't wake her up.

She would have to wake up soon, he would have to wake her up— but he can't find the resilience to put an end to her most likely dreamless slumber.

He smiled, playing with (Y/n)'s silky hair. They are kind of a thing now...

(Y/n) has woken up from her sleep, feeling someone's hand messing up her hair. She has a fucking headache. She nuzzles her head into her 'pillow' and groans, she feels as though her head would split in half.

Kim Dokja stiffened. What the fuck was that? He calmed himself down, it was so damn early in the morning.

"(Y/n)."

(Y/n) blinked twice, pillows don't talk. She raised her head, eyes half-closed, seeing Kim Dokja, and he was so close to her face.

"Mm, good morning..." She leaned up and kissed him gently. Straight. On. The. Lips.

Kim Dokja was taken aback by the suddenness. He would have to get used to the random kisses... (Y/n) is openly affectionate.

You wouldn't have to guess whatever she's feeling, it shows, and she's one of the most honest people in the world. You wouldn't have to ask for her attention, she would fucking give it to you.

"...Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I did. But I wish I was still sleeping right now, my head fucking hurts," she muttered in a low raspy voice.

(Y/n)'s morning/sleeping voice is certainly... something.

Kim Dokja places a hand on her forehead to check her temperature, "You're hot."

"Thanks."

He flushed, "I meant your temperature."

(Y/n) raises an eyebrow, "You don't think I'm hot?" She asked jokingly. For some reason she could feel a sense of deja vu.