sofa ⋆ lee seokmin

- : 2

   "Hey, do you want me to—" Seokmin jumped up from the sofa and ran over to his girlfriend, who was opening the fridge but froze in his tracks once he noticed how she looked.

Her eyes were smaller than usual, swollen and red, presumably from all the crying. He hoped that it wasn't over him, even though he knew it was.

Her hair was up in a disheveled pony tail and a blanket was draped around her slumping shoulders. She was going to be late for work. Maybe she meant to be late for work. Maybe she meant to not go today.

"I'll take that as a no, then. Jeez." Seokmin turned around on his heel and trudged back to the sofa with arched eyebrows and pursed lips.

Joy flared her nostrils and slammed the fridge door before stomping off to their room, slamming that door, too.

Seokmin still hasn't gotten the point.