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Sadly, last night's weather wasn't the best. It kept raining, with the negatively charged clouds being attracted by the positive ones.
Horrible. For both me and Jisung.
But we ended up snuggling in bed, watching a few new movies and eating.
I've been feeding him well.
So now it's Tuesday, and I'm still not back at work. I should go back though.
Hyunjin probably realized that there was no point in messaging me when he saw my state at the bistro, so he hasn't reached out.
Back to me and Jisung, the relevant ones here: it's currently six in the afternoon and we're napping.
Or he is, at least. I couldn't sleep for more than one hour.
For the past four, I have been naming the clouds passing by above the slightly cracked window. Jisung put a cat sticker on the small damage.
Said cutie's face is buried deep down in my neck, his breathing stable and soft.
As annoyed as I am for being stuck in the same position for such a long time, his low murmurs calm me down.
No idea what he's muttering about, whether it's something happy or sad, from his past or present or future, but it's freaking adorable. I actually have to stop myself from going out of character and gheegle.
My palm rests over his lower back, rubbing it from time to time. The other one is by my side, on the noncoloured bed sheet, free and lonely.
Whenever Jisung lets out a hum, I stop breathing, not wanting to wake him up.
It's peaceful now that his annoying mouth is shut.
'Hey, Jisung, I like you.' my mind replays scenarios over and over again, unable to think of a reasonable one.
If I hadn't fallen for him, now I wouldn't have to think about confessing.
If only.
'So like, the unexpected happened and now I'm in love with you, be my boyfriend.'
That's too cheesy!
"God," I scoff, risking waking him up by almost slapping my forehead.
Nonetheless, he's starting to wake up unprompted, and I'm relieved because my arm hurts. At this point, it's gone number than my wrists.
"Mmmmh." he tosses, pressing his knee against my lower stomach. I groan, trying to get it away as I turn on my side.
His head falls on the pillow next to mine, his legs all over me.
When he opens his eyes, my face is the first thing he witnesses.
Unexpectedly he doesn't get jumpscared by the scene. He actually breaks into a smile, lazily raising his hand to my cheek.
