I shuffle a bit.
I muffle a yawn through my pillow before sitting up in my bed.
I scratch the back of my head; while my tired eyes make their way to my window.
I heave myself off the bed and open my curtains.
The sky is clear, and the trees look full.
The sun is burning brightly up in the sky.
I sniffle slightly.
I smell some kind of soup and cooked rice.
I reach under my shirt and scratch at my skin.
I yawn once more, a smile left on my face.
I trod to my bedroom door and open it, just barely. So I can see Eun-Hyuk in the kitchen.
He has a smile on his face; not a prominent one, a small smirk, but he seems happier since we left his sister's place.
I close the door and eye my desk of drawers.
Time to get ready.
×
"Thanks for the food," I say, placing my chopsticks beside the cleaned out bowls.
He nods and gets up, collecting our dishes.
For some reason; he likes housework.
I always try to stop him; because it seems exhausting, but he says it's fun, so I let him be.
I lean back in my chair and cock my head to the far wall.
I hear Eun-Hyuk humming as he starts to scrub at the bowls.
"Maybe we should go out today," I mumble.
He turns to me, briefly.
"Pardon?"
I sit push myself forward; the chair landing back on all fours.
I rest an arm over the back of it.
"Today's really nice, the blossoms are out a bit, too."
He straightens his posture and meekly turns away from me.
After a few seconds of silence, I hear; "That sounds okay."
The back of his ears is a salmon colour.
I tense up a bit.
Before unintentionally slipping out a chuckle.
I hear a soft, innocent grumble and I stare at the ceiling.
'Today is a good day.'
×
The breeze is chilly, but the sun is warm.
It's the best of both worlds, really.
However, Eun-Hyuk didn't put on a sweater.
He shivers every now and again when we're walking.
I halt.
He flinches, before gently tapping my shoulder.
"Hwan-Jae? Are you alright?"
I cover my mouth, pondering.
I remove it and exhale an exasperated sigh.
I slide my sweater off my arms and put it around Eun-Hyuk's shoulders.
"If you're cold you should've said something!"
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Romance× Choi Hwan-Jae is your regular twenty-four-year-old guy, he's making a living off being a barista; which is... well, it's work. In this day and age, you need work to survive. After a shift, Hwan-Jae decides to go out drinking with a few co-workers...