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Hangovers. One of life's worst way to start a day.
"Hello, Seungcheol. Good morning."
Lee Jihoon's smiles. One of life's best things to start a day.
Seungcheol groaned as he flipped to his opposite side to try to ignore Jihoon sitting at the edge of the bed to go back to sleep. Hindi nakatulong sa balak niya ang dumadagundong na sakit ng kanyang ulo. He let out a drawled out groan, his own voice vibrating straight to his head.
"Wake up, supothead. It's one pm."
"Ugh," ani Seungcheol tsaka nag-inat habang nakapikit pa rin. "Must you say that . . ."
Not that he's really bothered any more at all now. This thing became an inside joke between them. Kaso nga lang, may bahid ng katotohanan. But really, Seungcheol is not in the position to be mad at anything. Especially not when Jihoon's smiling down at him like he's the most precious thing he's ever seen in his life. (Sabi na nga ba, gwapong-gwapo si Seungcheol lalo na't sa umaga. Ehem, bed hair, ehem.)
Seungcheol tried opening his eyes, tucking the draped blanket over his trunk stopping right below his nose. "One pm?"
"Mmm. You overslept," sagot ni Jihoon tsaka pinat ang tiyan ni Seungcheol. He felt a knot tightening inside and figured he may need some food soon. "May pagkain na, hindi mo na kailangang magluto. Halika. Kain tayo."
"Nagluto ka?"
"Hmm? Yeah. Sort of."
"Good morning hyung!" bulyaw ng isang malakas na boses. Mingyu emerged from the kitchen, wearing a pink apron. "Good afternoon pala kasi hapon na."
Kumunot ang noo ni Seungcheol. "Anong ginagawa mo rito?"
"Pinagluluto ka," masigasig na sagot ni Mingyu. "Kaya lumabas ka na kundi mauubos ni Seokmin ang lahat ng niluto ko."
"Mmmpphh! Hellor hyongr!" said a distant voice coming from the kitchen.
"Seokmin, tama na nga 'yang kaka-tikim mo! Ikaw na makakatikim sa'kin e!"
Seungcheol turned to Jihoon. "What are they doing here?"
The smaller shrugged. "They kinda came because they still want to meet me. Hindi raw nila ako nakita kagabi kaya babawi sila ngayon. So far it's been great."
"Nagluto kayo?"
Jihoon nodded. "We kinda bonded over cooking. Mingyu makes the best dishes."
Dahan-dahang bumangon si Seungcheol at tumango ng marahan. "Siya ang nagturo sa'kin ng iilang mga putaheng alam niya."
"No wonder you're doing well."
Seungcheol merely nodded as he settled his head against the headboard of Jihoon's bed. Umiikot pa rin ng konti ang mundo kaya hindi muna niya pinagkatiwalaan ang sariling dumilat. Baka tuluyan lang siyang mahilo at masuka. Though puking isn't really an option right now since his stomach's aching due to lack of anything to digest, still nausea can get him good. Ngayong unti-unti nang nagigising ang kanyang mga senses, naaamoy na niya ang mababangong pagkain na nagmumula sa kusina. He can't wait to get up and stuff his face, except for his throbbing head which limits him to do things right away. He needed a minute.
