reflection

two! three! (still wishing there will be better days)

It was one of the most normal days, on one of the most normal places, that has one of the most normal cringe worthy moments.

I already submitted my resignation letter, so I don't think I still have reasons to wake up early and go to work. That's the reason why right after I woke up, I texted Namjoon to come up.

And that's the reason why we're on my bed, and I'm hugging Namjoon like a leech.

At first, Namjoon thought I have a problem because I was hugging him way too tight and I keep on rambling nonsense such as "Do worms wish to fly sometimes?" or "Why am I not a worm?" and the worse here is, I keep on telling him how handsome he is.

"Hiseul, you're so weird today." Namjoon deadpanned as I continue ruffling his hair.

"Why are you so handsome? Cut your hair and be bald, you're overpowering my beauty." He immediately sat up and pulled me up.

"Okay, princess. Let's go to the barber shop." He got his keys on the bedside table and readied himself. But I pushed him back to bed and hugged him again. We stayed silent right after, but there's still me, ruffling his hair.

"Your nose is so pointed." I deadpanned as I look up to him. "Cut that out. Mine's flat." He sat up again and jumped out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I lazily muffled through the pillow.

"In the kitchen, the knife is on the right side, right?" I immediately stood up and pushed him back again.

"I'm just kidding, calm your tits honey." I hugged him tight and brought ourselves back to our previous position.

"I don't have one, though." He pouted.

"Oh shocks, same." The comforting silent ate us up again.

But my flirty self won't stop. I spoke again after some minutes.

"Hmp, I love your lips." I sighed while looking at him adoringly. He smiled and gave me a peck. "My lips says 'Youre welcome'."

"Aw, you must envy your lips for having manners." I smiled, brushing my index fingers on his lower lips.

"You-" Before he can curse, I shut him up with a peck. "I love you too."

"Yeah sure, I don't love you." He deadpanned, but I know none of it is true. This man loves me so damn much.

"Let's go out." I wiggled out of his hug and stood beside the bed, stretching my hands and body up.

"Wow, took you five years to notice I actually want to go out than rot here in your boring bed." He smirked. I didn't answer his sarcasm and continued to stretch while muttering incoherent baby voices, feeling my muscles extend.

"When I thought you couldn't be any cuter," I noticed he's already sitting on the bed when he grabbed my waist and hugged it, his head on the level of my tummy.

"Have you eaten your breakfast before I got here?" He suddenly asked out of nowhere.

"No, I just woke up when I texted you."

"I figured, the worms inside your tummy are doing a rally inside. They're loud." I release myself from his hug and took a hold of my stomach.

"Oh, so this is the reason why I keep on talking about worms." I muttered while rubbing it. Namjoon shook his head slowly. "You're damn hopeless."

"You right." I nodded understandingly.

We readied ourselves and before he can proceed on his car, I grabbed his hand and made our way to my car. "We're riding my car, I'm sick of yours."