Put A Spell On Me (a verkwan fic)

Chapter Thirteen: Domesticity and Pancakes and Real Witch Tea

A/N: sorry about the length of the chapter  aaaaaa

it's literally all fluff and has no direct relation to the main plotline im sORRY

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Seungkwan's eyelids felt heavier than usual.

His pillow felt different.

Why was the sunlight coming in from the right instead of right in front of him like it normally did?

He stretched himself out under the warm blankets and rubbed at his eyes until they opened. Only then did he realize he wasn't in his own room. What the hell.

He scrambled to sit up and get a better look at the room. It was small, well lit, and smelled like fresh laundry. Definitely not his room.

Immediately his mind went in twenty different directions. Was he kidnapped? No, the room was too nice to be an evil person's lair. Did he enter the wrong apartment last night? That's definitely not possible, because no one would leave their door open for drunk strangers in the middle of the night. Or worst case scenario: did he have a half-conscious one night stand with someone who he can't remember and end up sleeping at their place. That one had a 'NO' with capital letters and a big red cross over it.

Ignoring his peculiar thoughts, he leaned over the bed to pull shut a window pane that had been left slightly ajar to let a chilly breeze in. It creaked as he pulled on it.

"You're awake."

Startled, Seungkwan let go of the window and turned around. Hansol was in the doorway, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. A towel was thrown over his bare shoulders, water dripping off his damp hair. Seungkwan gulped.

"I – uh, yeah," he said quietly. "Is this your bedroom?"

Hansol nodded. "I guess you've never been upstairs to my flat. This is it. Part of it, at least."

"It's nice," Seungkwan said shortly, still distracted by the fact that Hansol was not wearing a shirt.

"Thanks," Hansol smiled. "Also, I just got out of the shower, so if you're not feeling like shit, then feel free to use it."

"Oh. Okay." He was shirtless.

"I'll be in the kitchen, so just come in whenever you're hungry."

Seungkwan couldn't even form the words 'thank you'. He was too busy admiring the way Hansol's waist dipped down and –

"Kwannie."

Seungkwan blinked and directed his eyes back at Hansol's face. "Yeah?"

"I said I'll be in the kitchen."

"Right. Thanks."

He got a glimpse of Hansol's back as he left the room.

He needed that shower, and it had to be cold.

The smell of pancakes was the first thing that smacked Seungkwan in the face as he entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," Hansol greeted. He was standing over the stove – wearing a tank top now, thank goodness – and sprinkling chocolate chips into a creamy batter. "Feeling alright?"