Personal Sunrise

Sunrise

Awe, sadly this is the last chapter 😢 but at least it's a happy one 😊 ENJOY!!

Key's POV

A light knock on the door pulled me from my peaceful sleep. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face deeper into the pillow. The patches of dried paint made my skin feel stiff and uncomfortable, and tangled clumps of pastel hair fell across my forehead.

"Ne?" Jonghyun's voice, slow and heavy with sleep, came from beside me, and I smiled slightly as he wrapped his arm more securely around my waist.

The door creaked loudly as Jonghyun's mother pushed it open. "Yah, why is the guest bedroom only half-" She stopped mid-sentence as she took in our appearances: Jonghyun wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his arms wrapped tightly around me. Both of us were adorned with random smears of paint, and my hair stuck up in messy, twisted tangles. I blushed and pressed my face back into the pillow.

Jonghyun's mother raised an eyebrow. "Never mind, I don't want to know." With that, she shut the door quickly behind her and walked back downstairs.

Jonghyun laughed softly. "For once she's not getting mixed up in my business."

I shook my head and willed my blush to subside. "That was really embarrassing," I muttered.

"I'll lock the door next time," Jonghyun said softly, burying his face in my hair.

I felt my face heat up even more at the mere thought of there being a 'next time'. I rolled away from him and sat up, pushing my tangled hair back from my forehead.

"Yah." Jonghyun pouted and grabbed my hand. "Come back."

I flashed him a small smile and drew my hand back. "Ani, I'm going to go take a shower. Your umma's right; we only painted half the bedroom. We need to finish so we can move my furniture in."

"What's the point in taking a shower if you're just going to get covered in paint again?" Jonghyun reached over, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me back.

I sighed. "I'm not going to get covered in paint again. This time we're going to paint the bedroom like mature adults."

"Being a mature adult is no fun. I'm actually quite happy with how our paint job turned out." Jonghyun's voice was low and quiet as his fingers traced the patterns of dried paint on my back.

I shivered and felt another blush steal across my face. "I'm serious, Jjong..."

He sighed and kissed my shoulder softly before letting me go. "Okay, okay."

I pulled away from him and snatched the sweat pants and T-shirt from the day before up from the floor. I held them at arm's length and examined them quickly. I was fairly sure they were covered in less paint than I was. I blushed yet again, shook my head, and made my way to the bathroom.

I spent the better part of half an hour scrubbing the globs of dried paint from my hair. My scalp ached by the time I shut off the water, but the only colors left in my wet, tangled hair were my rainbow highlights.

After a quick peek around the doorframe proved that Jonghyun was no longer in his room, I headed downstairs.

He was standing at the kitchen counter, lazily pouring himself a bowl of cereal and drying his dripping hair with a small towel. He looked up when he heard my footsteps on the stairs and grinned.