A Flower For A Muse 꽃｜花

Pre-Bloom 팔

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING - 7:00

REN'S POV:
My eyelids peeled open slowly, the morning dawn filled the room with a warm tone, my curtains were mostly covering the window so it was fairly dark inside still, subconsciously I glanced down at the dead weight that's been hanging onto me since last night, but instead of grabbing my arms, his arms snaked around my whole waist, I'm entirely trapped under his grip.

I tried to peel his fingers away but they wouldn't budge, this kid has an iron grip on me, does he eat metal for breakfast? I wouldn't be surprised if it marks a bruise. Since I want to fix us some breakfast he needs to wake up or at least release me.

Tapping on his head gently I whispered.

REN: Jun, wake up okay?

His eyebrows twitched out of irritation from my continuous tapping on his forehead, his hands quickly shot up and seized my hand in his grip.

JUN: Shut it.

His morning voice completely scared me, it was as deep as a baritone which made me sit still and process, my morning brain was foggy so I wasn't sure what to do, I decided to try to push myself up again and pull my hand out of his grasp more roughly this time. His eyes were shot open and glared hard at me before softening his glaze when he recognized what he was seeing, he instantly sat up and went on a rampage apologizing.

REN: Alright, enough, let me get off the bed and go make breakfast then I'll forgive you. He stumbled out of bed and stood up, making a way for me to get down, I hopped out of bed and stretched, I could feel this gaze at me but I couldn't care less, stepping out of the door and gently closed it behind me, he probably wants more sleep.

INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

After washing up and getting ready, now I'm standing right in the center of my kitchen,  I'm having a slight trouble with what to make, I've heard Jun brag about this cooking skills so being secretively competitive and petty, I want him to be absolutely amazed at my cooking. Omelets were my specialty since young, my grandparents always loved them so I am pretty sure he would too.

Putting on a good morning tune, playing my favorite artist of all time, Fujii Kaze; I put on Tokuninai. We both shared Fujii in our names, nice coincidence and maybe that's why I like his music the best.

Humming softly to the song, I began making breakfast.

JUN'S POV:
GOD DAMN HE WAS SO SEXY WHEN HE STRETCHED THAT JUST WOKE ME UP and mr.Jr- I'm awake all right, oh lord what a sight! The way his belly was exposed when he stretched- oh lord if we get together I'd get to see that every day- okay Jun, pull yourself back to reality, please.

But now I can't go back to sleep, perverted thoughts of him creeping inside my mind, I want to bash my head against a wall. I internally screamed. I should get dressed but I don't have anything to wear.

JUN: Hey Ren?

I walked next to the door and called out.

REN: Yeah?

His voice was faint since he was crouching underneath the island table grabbing things for breakfast.

REN: What do you need?

His head popped back up to the surface, his morning face is so cute.

JUN: Can I borrow your clothes?

He quickly nodded.

REN: Yeah, I got some bigger-sized shirts to the left side of my closet.

I gave him a thumbs up then I walked over to his closet, and opened the doors, I must say; his fashion sense was also cute, everything about him was cute, he likes colors but dull and muted kind, and his whole closet was full of single colored knitted sweaters and occasionally other casual wear, making it look like a whole greenhouse from all the yellow and green I'm seeing, and a lot of brown pants as well.