The sun stirs Sunoo awake from his long overdue slumber, though he refuses to open his eyes no matter how much the Sun pokes her fingers, trying to lt her rays into Sunoo's eyes. Annoyed, he throws the duvet over his head trying to ignore the Sun's blatant calls, it sings through the chirping birds and makes him aware of the warm weather by heating up his room but the false humidity and the out of tune cries inly further make the softness of his bed seem perfect to lay a little longer in.
And when Sunoo finally lets out the sigh of relief after struggling to get back into the right position, an unbearable headache flings him up.
"What the hell-" he moans, forcing the palm of his head up against the temple of his forehead. He runs over the pulsating spot in a circular motion, looking over at the bedside table when he can't be bothered to feel around for his phone for more than a millisecond.
He smiles coyly to himself when he finally notices the packet of paracetamol and the tall glass of water as last night comes it him in flashes. "Thanks, I guess," he bites back his whimsical grin as he chucks down two pills and swallows most of the water in the cool glass.
Laying against the hardboard, Sunoo shuts his eyes as he tries to sooth the ever-growing pain in his head by allowing the memories of the day before to come rushing into his head instead of closing the stream and going to bed. It was better to let the regret come to him when he could sleep it off as a silly dream, but all Sunoo finds himself doing is smiling. Smiling so hard he feels silly, but he's so glad it isn't all a dream. He's so glad it's all real.
How crazy.
He laughs to himself, setting a weak hand over his chest, sinking back into his still warm duvets with a cheesy expression that dilutes the headache into his third or fourth concern.
Sunoo decides it would be best to go back to sleep, he was peaceful and comfortable - why waste that elation by having to deal with whatever remained of this headache-
"Get up within two seconds or I will-"
"Okay, okay I'm awake." Sunoo groans and throws a pillow at Jay as soon as he cracks open his door but the older does no retaliate, only sigh and pick up the pillow. He fluffs it carefully before placing it on the edge of Sunoo's bed. "What - are you gonna watch me get changed, psycho?"
"No, I'm gonna make sure you get out of the bed," Jay tugs at his right arm and Sunoo flings up much to Jay's surprise. He grins when Sunoo doesn't say anything but merely stares at his with an annoyed glare.
"But my head aches-"
"Did you not take the paracetamol?" Jay begins cleaning up Sunoo's room as he waits, and Sunoo can't help but roll his eyes. This guy has a way of making him feel both so much better and yet so much worse. He supposed that's why he was his best friend after all.
"Yeah, but it's still painful." Sunoo groans and nearly throws another pillow, but it would be futile so instead and slums and pouts.
Jay scoffs. "Maybe you should eat something," he waves his hand around and Sunoo simply sighs louder, "You know I'm right."
"Shut up." He cries. "I can't be bothered to do anything-"
"Oh yeah, Sunghoon left some paper for you on your table." Jay suddenly remembers as he cleans up Sunoo's desk, smiling warmly as he remembers the flustered boy holding the drunken mess in his arms, helping him find his way to their shared house.
"What?" And Jay can't help but choke when he sees how the life in Sunoo is suddenly present in the presence of that single name.
"Yeah, it looked pretty important." Sunoo finds himself oddly panicked. What if he lost it? What if he spilt the water on it by accident?
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