Warning: Smut
Jongin's POV
I woke up to an empty feeling in my arms, a slight whine falling from my lips as I opened my eyes to find an empty space in front of me. The sheets were crinkled and the mattress was sunk in, a sign that someone had been there before, or rather, Kyungsoo had been there before.
I rubbed my eyes with my fists and pouted. I wasn't comfortable with this uneasy chilliness, the empty feeling of my arms not holding onto a frail body. Not to mention, my head was pounding, a white noise replacing every rustling of the leaves, the chirping of the birds. I groaned and tossed around in bed, something I liked doing when I had a handover, but I would never roll around like this if someone was in bed with me.
Faint memories of the night before floated around in my brain, relying on me to piece them all together. I remembered taking too many shots, Kyungsoo having to drag my drunk ass all the way back home. There was another memory that lingered, yet I couldn't quite make out what was happening in it. All I saw were two silhouettes, both of them splayed out on a bed. Was that Kyungsoo and I? I had no idea, and it annoyed me.
I kicked the sheets off that had been pooled around my waist and sat up. Instantaneously, the smell of bacon and pancakes filled my nostrils, a content sigh slipping past my lips as I exhaled. I slowly slid down the side of the bed, tumbling onto my rear-end as I sat down on the cold floor, still not one hundred percent awake.
I grappled onto the side of the bed and pulled myself onto my own two feet, staggering a little as I poised on my feet. I gravitated towards the sweet lingering smell of bacon sizzling in the pan and pancakes oozing with sticky maple syrup.
The corners of my lips curled upwards when I caught sight of Kyungsoo standing in an apron, watching over the frying pan like a hawk.
"Morning Kyung," I chirped, gliding to Kyungsoo. My cheerful mood fell immediately though when Kyungsoo didn't reply back. Instead, Kyungsoo averted his gaze, puffing his cheeks out and continuing to push the bacon back and forth in the pan. "Kyungsoo?"
The sole response that I received was a hum. A hum, that was it.
"Kyungsoo?" I tried again. Still no answer. I inhaled deeply before releasing it and spun Kyungsoo around so he could look me in the face properly.
His bottom lip was jutted out, and he was pouting, his cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. He refused to look at me, his gaze instead glued to the tiles on the floor.
"Are you mad? Why are you mad? What did I do, Kyung?" I queried. Kyungsoo's eyes narrowed, drilling holes into the marbled floor of the kitchen.
"I'm not mad," he finally stated. "I'm just annoyed." He huffed and squirmed out of my grip, turning back to the frying pan with the bacon. "How could you even fall asleep on your boyfriend while giving him a blowjob? If you started something, you should've finished it!" He groaned and covered his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. So that's what that faint memory had been.
As if summoned, a churning feeling in my stomach occurred, my feet rushing me to the washroom before I bent over the toilet and threw up. Kyungsoo observed me as I rinsed my mouth out with clean water, gurgling to get rid of the bad taste.
While I wiped my mouth with a towel, Kyungsoo stomped off to the kitchen to make sure the bacon hadn't burnt before placing them on a plate. "Kyungie," I whined, falling in his steps and back hugging him, Kyungsoo's frail arms struggling to push me off. "I'm sorry, okay? Forget it happened, please?" I turned him around to face me and pulled on my childish pout, which, mind you, was never used on anyone except for my parents when I was a little child.
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