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Me and Han Jisung have been official for five days already, and unofficial for maybe two weeks now.
Tomorrow is the last day of summer. August 31st. Wednesday.
And we decided to run away.
We'll stop at my grandparents, to which he finally agreed, and then we'll see.
I'm quitting work, too. I think I have enough money for now. I feel sorry for Haein, Hyewon, Changbin and Hyunjin, but it's worth it for my boyfriend. And myself.
Doongie isn't coming back, and neither is Soonie.
So I start the day by waking Jisung up with a full breakfast. Chocolate milk, toast, egg, strawberries.
"Honey, honey," I shake his shoulder, placing the tray on the nightstand so I can utilize both of my hands. "wake up."
I'm still working on using pet names. They're kind of cute.
"Mmmh." he murmurs, turning on his stomach and burying that handsome face of his in the pillow.
"No, no, we're not doing this today." I pull the cover off of him, and since he's only wearing some shorts and a t-shirt, the morning coldness gets the best of him.
It's nine. Early for him, late for me.
"Why, why.."
Jisung pouts, trying to find the blanket with his eyes closed. He looks so cute, I think I'll smooch him.
"Food. You need it, yeah?"
"Mm." he hisses at me, not pleased with the idea of waking up to eat.
Aware that he won't get up anytime soon without me using force, I do something my mother used to do to me when I didn't wake up for primary school.
I grab him by the waist and pick him up, sitting him on the bed. That will surely make his mind rise up.
Boy, was I wrong.
Unlike any other normal human being, this guy falls asleep like that. While sitting.
"Please, stop making this so hard." I sigh, sitting on the edge beside him. I massage his shoulders.
Jisung just stupidly hums, seemingly either wanting to piss me off or he really has fallen back asleep.
The breakfast is still waiting patiently to be eaten on the nightstand (same as my lonely lips), and I sigh in frustration.
"You have five minutes."
He just nods his head and falls back on the bed, his legs dangling off.
All these five minutes, I watch him closely.
My eyes scan his entire face. I look at his moles, his flawless skin, his wet lips. I'm kind of jealous because he doesn't have to shave his face for now. Seems like someone hasn't hit puberty yet.
