TWINEMY (Hyunjin FF)

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~ Jisung ~

I woke up with a pounding headache that I most likely deserved.

"Sam.?" I groaned and sat up, my eyes still shut tightly. I couldn't remember last night at all, except some vague scene of Sam getting mad and shoving me to the ground.. then.. walking off.. maybe..?

My head hurt even more at the deep thought so I gave up. I finally squinted my eyes open and let the sunlight stream in. Sam's room.

The sheets suddenly felt warmer and I realized the smell. Sam's scent. Sounds kinda sus, but I promise it's normal. He smells like flowers. For real.

I didn't see him anywhere, not even on the bed with me, so I frowned and flopped back down. Why am I in Sam's bed?

"Sammmm~" I groaned loudly, hoping he'd hear and come to me.

Magic. He trudged upstairs with painfully dark eye bags, looking like he just committed twenty murders. He didn't come over all the way, just stopped in the doorway.

"What?" His voice was dampened with tiredness and deeper than usual.

"Why am I in your bed?"

"You think your mom would be okay with you showing up high as fuck and drunk? You're funny. Luckily, you have an amazing friend like me to illegally drive you to my house in your car."

I gaped. "You drove?"

"Yep."

I shot out of bed and ran out the doorway, all the way out of the house. I speedily walked circles around my car, inspecting it for any damage.

"Dramatic much?" Sam caught up, hunching over as he caught his breath.

I let out a relieved sigh. "Shocking there's no damage." I slowly went back inside.

"Why're you up so early?" I looked him up and down. He's still in PJs. "You look like you could use some more sleep."

"Thanks. I could." He closed the front door and headed to the living room. "Couldn't sleep."

"If you'd have come and cuddled with me in your bed, you would have been able to." Risky.

Instead of the expected critical and disgusted look, I saw his eyes dart away. He shrugged. "I did. But you're so annoying when you're high that I couldn't sleep!"

I giggled. "What'd I do?"

He rolled his eyes and plopped down onto the couch. "Nothing." He still was avoiding my eyes. What'd I do to make Sam nervous? What the?

"Have you eaten yet?" He shook his head.

"Alright. Give me a sec. I'll make you something good."

"It's my house. Why're you making me breakfast? And don't you have a hangover?"

"Yep. I'll steal some of your medicine for that. Breakfast? Don't question my kindness."

I went over and popped in two Ibuprofen pills, dry, since I acquired that as a skill. Then, I looked in his fridge.

Old plain rice. Opened can of black beans. A few eggs. Garlic cloves. Perfect.

I mentally created a recipe in my head and began. First, I put the black beans into a skillet with a generous amount of olive oil. Then, I added chopped garlic. After seasoning heavily with onion powder, rosemary, paprika, and a bit of brown sugar, I added the rice.

Once everything was hot, I served it into a big bowl and made four fried eggs, placing them on two plates, then poured the rice mixture over them. I mixed the egg in and boom! Breakfast's served.

(I actually did make this recipe and it's pretty good)

"Sammy~"

He came over with annoyed eyes and sat down. "Don't call me Sammy."

"Sure thing, Sammy. Now eat up."

"What even is this..?" He hesitantly got a spoonful of it and stared at it.

"I made it. Try it."

He took a bit and chewed in thought. "Hm." Another bite. "This is pretty good. Where'd you get the recipe?"

"Made it as I went."

He glared. "Never allowed in my kitchen again. You're gonna waste food with you experimenting."

"Eh. So how was the party? I don't really remember it. Only that you got mad and left, but I might've made that up."

He ignored my question and continued eating.

"Hello?"

He let out a breath. "Party was fine. You and Jeongin got high. That's all there was to it."

"You didn't get mad? And shove me to the ground?"

Sam's eyes shot up to mine. He must remember something. "N-No."

I gaped. The Sam stuttering to me!? "Sure?"

"There were just some fags making out right next to us, so I pushed you aside to shove them and leave. It's
not that deep."

My hand picking up bites slowed. He literally assaulted some dudes last night. For being gay.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why'd you have to hit them?"

His face darkened and his body tensed. "Serious?! Bro they're fags!!"

"That's not a reason. They didn't bother you. Why?"

He shook his head. "What? You suddenly like fags now? Wanna defend them?" He scoffed.

"I have nothing against them. I don't know why you hate them so much."

He shook his head again and avoided answering me.

"Is it 'cause your dad?"

He stood up abruptly an slammed his spoon down, making some rice fly. "Shut the fuck up and don't mention my fucking dad. That's none of your business and I don't have to fucking tell you shit!" He turned around and stormed back into his room, not forgetting to take his plate with him.

That's just jolly. At least he didn't kick me out, though.