it's 2 am.
the refrigerator makes a weird hissing noise but you ignore it, scooping up a piece of apple pie and drowning it in vanilla ice cream.
it's disgusting really. the amount of sugar you're shoveling into your body at this ungodly hour.
you ignore the voice inside your head telling you that your skin is going to suffer.
tomorrow morning, you can already imagine it.
look what you've done, it will say, a family of pimples being resurrected on your cheek. look how sad and red they are.
but you'll ignore that too, and say they're cute when inside all you want to do is die. so you cover them up with makeup until they're screaming and suffocating in the excess of concealer you slather on.
ah, yes.
the fan stutters a bit above you, and you glare in annoyance- as if that will fix anything.
it's always so hot in june and honestly your shirt is practically sticking to your back and your bra feels uncomfortable and your socks feel unbearable but you bear it because they're cute.
just like you, you remind yourself.
your laptop is open to skype, your man's smiling pixellated face grinning at you with a smile that really was unnecessary but it made your heart flutter and flop and becoming an oozy, gooey mess at the bottom of your ribs.
it was morning there, and you stifled your yawn because he never remembered to check the time in korea before calling you. but it didn't really matter anyways when you always picked up, had the volume on your laptop all the way up so that it would wake you up if you were asleep.
"i just miss you so much," he huffed, fixing his hair.
a pout formed on his lips and you sighed, a part of you wanting to kiss it away and the other wanting to punch it off his face.
who said he could be this cute that early. or late. how dare he.
but he checked his phone, eyes widening and he groaned, running a hand down his face.
"it's two am," he deadpanned.
you brought your fork to your lips, humming in agreement.
it was really gross now, with the combination of warm pie and summer heat making the ice cream a puddle of sugar death, but you kept eating because it was really the only thing keeping you awake right now.
"is that pie?"
he sniffed and then wrinkled his nose.
"the audacity... without me... "
you chuckled as he mumbled to himself, and then sighed.
your mouth felt sticky and thick with a combination of sleep and sugar, and before you knew it you were dozing off on your arm, head falling onto the pillow.
"babe?"
jungkooks face was so close to the camera that if you were awake, you might have been able to see a blurry version of the pores on his nose.
but he only sighed fondly, smiling and whispering an 'i love you' before ending the call.
the refrigerator creaked as it made more ice. the fan continued whirling round and round, and somewhere in another corner of the small apartment your cat meowed gently.
you slept.
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a/n-... what.
it's not 2 am but i am eating apple pie hence the inspiration LMAO anyways expect updates to la mar
-yejin
