| y/n's pov |
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i don't really know how honeymoons work, i just know the gist of it. you get married, you go on vacation, you go for like a week or two, and then you go back. at least that's what i think it is. so when soobin told me that we're going on a honeymoon to spain, i got super excited. only because the university of murcia is in spain, and it has a huge periodic table on the side of it.
but then i got very sad because soobin said we have to pack. and knowing i'm a procrastinator, i wasn't going to pack until the night before or the morning of the flight.
so here i am, packing clothes at 2 in the morning. the morning of the flight of course. soobin insisted on helping me, but really, he's just criticizing the way i fold my clothes.
"no- y/n- tuck the sleeves in," soobin says, pointing at the long sleeve shirt i folded. i sigh, uncrossing the sleeves of the shirt.
"how?" i look at soobin, trying to prevent my eyelids from shutting.
"y/n, i've showed you like three times," he says, pointing at the sleeves.
"and i almost fell asleep everytime, can't we just put it in the suitcase? it's gonna get messed up," i shrug, tossing the shirt at him.
soobin definitely ignores my comment, and gives me my fourth lesson on how to fold long sleeved shirts in this singular night. im pretty sure i roll my eyes through the whole thing, and when he finally finishes, my eyelids are practically glued shut. i thought it'd be mimpossible for me to fall asleep while sitting on a wooden floor and sitting crisscross applesauce.
soobin taps me on the shoulder, and my eyes shoot open. "sorry," i mumble, looking up, "you were saying?" my eyelids feel as if it's weight it equivalent to a sixty pound bag.
soobins eye bags also speak loud enough on their own, but it's like he refuses to go to sleep. i haven't seen him blink for more than one second. "just go to bed, i'll finish for you," soobin says, shooing me away.
"it's my clothes- i'll do it, you look kind of tired-"
"y/n, if i leave you to do it alone, you'll fall asleep in the suitcase. your whole wardrobe is similar, and you wear a series of the same clothes, just different colors. don't worry," he assures.
"but-"
"y/n," he says, using that tone almost everyone uses.
"what does everyone keep doing that?" i whine, standing up angrily.
"what?" soobin asks, to listing his head.
"y/n," i mock, making my voice deeper.
i hear soobin snort, and i shoot him a glare. "it's not funny, everyone keeps doing it and it's so.. threatening," i pout.
"go to bed," he shoo's me away again.
"good night," i spit out, marching over to our bed. im actually really greatful i get to go to sleep because if i didn't, i think i wouldn't be able to survive tomorrow. even though we have to get up for our flight in four hours, every minute counts.
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RING! RING! RING!
the annoying ringing noise fills my ears, ripping my wonderful dream from me.
"soobin, get your stupid alarm," i croak, rolling over on the bed, tugging at the covers.
"it's not mine," he grumbles back, shuffling under the covers.
it then hits me that i set thirteen alarms just incase we slept through the first one.
"oh," i reply short, leaning over towards the nightstand, blindly grabbing for my phone. i finally feel my phone, fishing it off the nightstand and aggressively pressing the 'stop' button for my alarm. i type in my passcode, and quickly turn off the other alarms. i toss my phone back on the night stand, and roll back over. i indefinitely just defeated the purpose of those alarms, but i don't care, i'm tired.
i shut my eyelids, and right when i feel my eyelids shut, another alarm goes off. "soobin, get your alarm," i repeat, my voice still sounding croaky. i hear soobin sigh as he climbs out of the bed, putting an end to the ringing.
"y/n, get up," soobins hoarse voice speaks, sounding oddly attractive.
"ten more minutes," i mumble, rolling my face into the pillon.
"no, you have to get up," soobin starts moving around the room, and i hear his movements but i cant make out exactly what he's doing. i roll the covers over my head, tucking myself under the covers.
"five minutes?" my voice sounds muffled under the covers, but i projected it a little so he could hear me.
"nope," he hums.
i let out a groan, ripping the covers from my face, revealing the bright lights on the ceiling. my eyes squint at the sudden light, and i sit up, the covers still on my legs.
"what time is it?" i ask, rubbing my eyes, trying to adjust to the light. i blink repeatedly, before finally adjusting to the light. i search the room for soobin, and i spot him when he just-so-happens to be changing his shirt.
my jaw drops immensely at the shocking definition of his back, before i close it. "it's to early for this," i mumble, feeling my cheeks heat up. i rip my gaze away from his back, stuffing my head back under the covers.
"hm?" soobin hums, but i keep my head tucked under the covers.
"y/n, get from under the covers," he sighs, and i hear him coming closer to me.
"give me two minutes," i mumble, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. which doesn't work because the image of soobins back occurs in my head again.
"y/n, you gotta get up," soobin says, and i feel his weight shift onto the bed.
"just two," i lay down, pressing the covers into my face.
"no," i feel the covers rip away from my face, the bright lights blinding my again. "we have to get to the airport in less than thirty minutes."
"two mintues isn't going to effect the.. ohmygodwhereisyourshirt." my eyes widen at soobins bare chest. very defined chest, by the way. i feel my hands subconsciously slap against my face, hiding my redness.
i hear soobin laugh, pulling my hands down from my face. "i was getting there," he explains, "but you need to get out of the bed and get dressed."
to keep myself from looking at soobins chest, i look at the covers instead, occupying myself with the patterns. having to act like the bedspread is interesting didnt last long though, because my eyes made their way to soobins face, then his chest.
"like what you see?"
"oh my gosh," i exclaim, "put your shirt on!" i cover my eyes for the third time, and i hear soobin laugh, but as his weight shifts off the bed, my breathing slowly stables itself again.
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(a/n: yes, i did very much indeed use the very cringey and typical "like what you see?" line. i never thought i would, but i did and now i cannot control my own breathing😁 luv u guys sm🫶 ty readers for supporting this book and giving it your time of day to read ❤️❤️
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