On Thin Ice

Chapter 22- sober reality

(Y/N) POV:

Another buzzing, incessant and annoying, worms its way through my consciousness. Threads through the sleep and continues to badger me until an eyelid peels itself open and then another, body twisting to grab it off the bedside table.

A half-garbled sound of annoyance into the speaker as I answer it.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

"...." A groaned protest.

The sound of laughter, words laced with tease.

"I'd hope it was a good morning after what looked like it could've been a good night seeing the way you were all over that guy last night."

"I was not—"

"No, no of course not." He teases.

"He made a move first."

"Sure he did. And you welcomed it—a pretty face always gets you doesn't it?"

I mumble into the phone, nodding.

"He was pretty."

"Was? Have you kicked him out already?"

"He left."

"Ouch."

"Not cos I wanted him to—"

"No?" I can see the twitch of his lips in that question.

"Shut up."

"Don't mind me... go on. Was he just a pretty face?"

"If you fucking knew Kook—" letting my body twist to fall onto my back, limbs stretching out languid and slow, feeling the phantom press of hands and lips, feel the lingering aftermath, feel my eyes flutter open to stare upwards.

"I'm sure I will know. In graphic detail. In many versions and with many details." A faint grimacing distaste enters his tone.

"Oh of course... once I drag myself out of bed." I promise, lips curling up, eyes blinking slow and sluggish.

"Then I might be hearing them sooner than I was prepared to—get your ass up."

"You're not dragging me out of bed for any training you sadist." I groan.

"Hobi hyung's huffy you didn't sleepover—we're all going out to grab breakfast, get dressed."

"Can't breakfast wait—another hour?" I plead, drawing my phone back to squint at the screen, numbers blurring in front of me.

"Nope. You're lucky hyung's not already made his way to your dorm. Then again I doubt he wants to see you post-fucked—"

"I'm going... I'm going..."

"I'm texting you the address. Get there."

"I will." Content to stay sunk into the sheets, stretching out with a lazy contentment.

"Get up."

...

I slowly drag myself upright, as if somehow he's managed to see me, rather... he knows me too well. Shuffling upright, cheek pressed to the phone, hand grasping it loosely.

"I am."

"Get out of bed now." amusement where I know he's grinning into the phone.

I make a protesting, grumbling sound, peeling the blanket away from me, draw my legs out of bed.

"I am."