Fortuitous Message (SeongJoong)

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Seonghwa was the first awake in the morning. Shocked by the fact that the two didn't move too much throughout the night. The blankets were still neat, even.

Hongjoong's soft breaths were still hitting his neck. Seonghwa still had his hands rested on Hongjoong's back. Something was tempting him to place kisses on his face. Strange thoughts. He refrained. Thoroughly confused by the intrusive thoughts his brain was feeding him.

He slightly rocked his body side to side to wake Hongjoong up gently. He heard the boy inhale, and quietly sigh.

"Good morning."
Seonghwa said.

Hongjoong's body stiffened.
"Good morning."
He breathed out.

"Relax. Why are you so stiff?"
Seonghwa asked

Hongjoong rolled off Seonghwa. Relaxing into the bed.
"Mh. I forgot where I was a bit. I wasn't expecting to wake up on top of someone."
Hongjoong laughed.

"Oh. I'm sorry."
Seonghwa aplogized.

Hongjoong frowned at him in confusion.
"Why's that?"

"You didn't want to lay on me. I shouldn't have offered that last night. I pressured you."
Seonghwa said.

"Wha- no you didn't?! I wanted to. And enjoyed lying on you. I slept well. I just-"
Hongjoong trailed off.

"You just?"
Seonghwa tilted his head.

"Nevermind. I have work. So I'm gonna go get changed and- handle myself-?"
Hongjoong stated.

"You have work on the weekends?"
Seonghwa asked.

"Wait. What day is it?"

"Saturday?"

Seonghwa heard Hongjoong mutter a quiet 'fuck'.

"You don't have to sit in here. You can go."
Seonghwa laughed.

"No- I- yeah. But I'll be right back."
Hongjoong placed his hands in the air slightly, in an assuring manner.

Seonghwa watched Hongjoong quickly leave the room. Wondering why the boy was in such a hurry.

He thought over the strange wording just moments ago.
'Handle myself'?
What could he possibly mean by that. Seonghwa had a guess, but it was raunchy. A situation he couldn't stop his mind from slowly wandering to.

Though he wasn't sure if he was correct, it was an enjoyable image nonetheless. There was twing of minor guilt over him. Fantasizing about a straight man. Your straight roommate. Someone you barely knew. Did the guilt bother him?

Not particularly.

Too emersed in his thoughts.
Minutes had gone by.

There was once again a knock at his door. Snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Uh, come in."
Seonghwa called out.