Hearts Don't Lie | Hyunsung

Ch.08: Any Day With You

If there was one thing Hyunjin wanted to avoid in life, it was not being on the receiving end of Jisung's rage. That was a given—he was practically the designated pain in the ass for Jisung as much as Jisung was for him. What Hyunjin truly dreaded was the wrath of a freshly woken Han Jisung. It was rare for the other man to feel mad in the morning, thanks to his low energy and foggy mind, which made it all the more terrifying when he did get mad.

Hyunjin slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the window. As his vision cleared, he realized he was nestled against something warm. Correction—someone warm. He glanced down and saw his arms wrapped around Jisung, who was lying stiff as a board beside him, looking like he had been thrashing around to free himself from Hyunjin's grip. For the first time in a while, Hyunjin felt a twinge of fear when they made eye contact.

"Morning, sunshine," Hyunjin mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He tightened his hold slightly, as if to snuggle closer, though in truth, it was to prevent Jisung from making any sudden moves that might lead to Hyunjin's untimely demise.

"Get off me!" Jisung hissed, wriggling in his grasp. Hyunjin's mind scrambled to piece together how they had ended up in the same bed. All he could recall was waking up last night to an unfamiliar ceiling in a dimly lit room while lying on the floor. For a moment, he'd panicked, thinking he had accidentally trespassed in a stranger's house—something that wasn't exactly off the list of things he'd do while drunk. Beyond everything, he'd once stolen someone's puppy, spent a night in jail, almost drowned in a kiddie pool, and vandalised a playground—all in one night. Trespassing someone's private property wasn't something to be fazed over although he was very much panicking inside.

His panic had subsided when he turned to see Jisung's face resting against a pillow, mouth open and drooling. The perfect image of someone who went through a rough day handling a drunken. Relieved, he'd promptly gone back to sleep. Now, though, he couldn't recall to save his own life how Jisung had ended up bringing him here or how he'd gone from the floor to Jisung's bed but that was probably the least of his worries, considering his life might be in jeopardy right now. It hadn't been in his future plan to be the victim of Jisung's first homicidal act. Hyunjin didn't want to die early and ended up in a murder mystery documentary on Netflix. That was not how he wanted to make his first TV appearance.

To buy himself some time, Hyunjin pulled Jisung closer to his chest and started rubbing his head. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" he asked, his tone as soothing as possible. They say when faced with a potential murderer, the best tactic is to confuse them. Given how muddleheaded Jisung usually was in the morning, Hyunjin was confident he could bamboozle the tiny, murderous voice in Jisung's mind that was probably screaming, "MURDER MURDER MURDER."

Maybe it actually worked because Jisung had finally settled down—or did Hyunjin accidentally smother him in his chest? Not exactly a good thing. He loosened his grip a bit and... "What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?!" Hyunjin yanked him back into his embrace. "A 'in tain t'geda fe dedi mi'it!" Jisung's muffled scream barely escaped Hyunjin's shirt before he went limp, settling into the hold.

"Okay, I'll let you go, but promise you won't attack me," Hyunjin said carefully. He had just woken up and really needed to pee, but Jisung was acting feral—all because Hyunjin had unknowingly trapped him in a hug. Seriously, how long had he been holding Jisung captive? Judging by the animalistic energy radiating from him, it must'd been a while. He felt Jisung nodding against him. "You really promise?"

Jisung mumbled something incomprehensible but nodded again much to Hyunjin;s amusement. He was glad to know that in a given situation, he'll be able to subdue an angry impala that Jisung was.