And Yeosang was sure he just took a little nap. Maybe an hour, half an hour, the way he was sleeping the last days, always waking up a hundred times at night would just not allow anything else. But in the end it was strange that it was his alarm ringing him out of sleep - irritated he opened his eyes, feeling the way he was hugging the pillow with both arms and his whole face still buried in it. His phone being in the backpocket of his pants, he was fishing for it and finally getting rid of the vibration. Blinking heavy and trying to read the clock with one eye open and one eye still closed.
Wait, how the fuck was it 6am? Stressed he was sitting up, feeling how his eyes were tired but the itchy and burning feeling from yesterday was gone. He remembered listening to Jongho talking in a meeting and his eyes found him still sitting at the desk. His heart beating fast as he realized what was happening. The scene before him was so confusing to him, he couldn’t even explain why.
No, wait.
His eyes scanning the other side of the bed still being made, the way Jongho was sitting in the office chair with his arms crossed over his chest and his chin falling forward. Sleeping in a sitting position, as if he didn’t dare to lay next to him and risk making him uncomfortable or touching him. The next thing he noticed was the red heavy blanket laying over his legs that wasn’t there yesterday. A glass of water standing on the nightstand.
Why didn’t he wake him up? Did he really sleep like this for the whole night? This was his apartment, his bed, this was not right…
Shame and a guilty conscience was rushing through him, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of the blanket and for a long moment he was just too overwhelmed too really think straight. All of this was so strange for him, why wouldn’t he just wake him up and sleep in his own fucking bed? Did he really felt this bad about the cake? It was just a fucking damn cake, no need to risk a stiff neck for a whole week…
But at the same time, it made his heart swell thinking about it, he was rubbing his chest in order to get rid of it, feeling strange and uncomfortable under the feeling. Yeosang forced himself to stand up, even if it was stupid to be quiet, it was just a thing his feet did automatically and again he was looking at him. Standing in the middle of the room, trying to fix his hair and breathe slowly. Jongho’s face peaceful and soft even though he was probably uncomfortable.
Yeosang pressing his lips together and looking at his phone. He should go. Just do what he wanted to do yesterday but for some reason he was hesitating. He needed to be at work in an hour he could go, block his number and forget about this just like he planned. No awkward conversation, everything was even between them now…
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
Fanfiction"I was talking to Yunho's dad the whole day and we came up with a plan to help us both out. It will set the tone for the upcoming work in the company and also the new image for the new launching app-", "And? Do we have to do some ugly paperwork nobo...
