Smut Warning ⚠️
Soulmates were a thing that was undoubtably real. How did you know? Because whenever you looked on your arm there were little scribbles written in very messy cursive handwriting. Little things such as "Doctors appointment @ 2pm" or...
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It was 8:59 in the morning. The room sound and silent. The aura of relaxation coated the air. Soft gentle breaths could be heard as the rise and fall of your chest heaved. You slept soundly on your small couch. That was until the wretched sound of a ducks quacking erupted from your phone.
The sound so loud it scared you shitless as it always did. Jumping from sheer fright you fell off the couch and came into harsh contact with the wood floor that adorned your apartment. "Jesus fucking Christ!!" Left your lips as you wearily searched between the cushions of your couch to find your measly phone.
Once the item in question was in your hands you were met the familiar sight of an "okay" or "snooze" button. Your thumb smashed the "okay" button. Sighing while running a hand through your greasy hair , you looked around taking in your surroundings. You were in your living room. Not your bedroom which was a little odd. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit , however the memory of last night flooded back to you.
Last night you were perched on your couch listening to music at max volume. Just laying there , music blasting in your ears . Eyes closed , relaxation in the air . It was your only escape from the obnoxious sex your neighbors had. Other than leaving your house that is , but you found it absurd that you had to consider leaving your own home because of your neighbors and their bloody loud sex.
You shouldn't ever have to resort to that but sometimes you honestly felt like you had to resort to that because your land lord was a good for nothing son of bitch. However you found out that blasting music into your ears , was the best coping mechanism you had against your sex addicted neighbors . Honestly sometimes you feel like the government should pass a law saying that certain individuals should be banned from sex . However your unpopular opinion wouldn't never be taken to account and you left it at that.
As a result of last night, it seems you fell asleep on your couch . Which wasn't a big deal at all. Just that your couch was really uncomfortable to sleep on. Sitting on it was fine and all . It was a comfy couch. However it was a couch not a bed. It wasn't meant to support your sleeping body the same way a bed would and therefore here you are suffering for it .
You body ached . Sleeping on the couch was never a good idea. Yet last night your common sense had slipped from you. Who could blame you? Lots happened yesterday . Something small like not to sleep on the couch was bound to slip away from you. You shouldn't blame yourself for forgetting not to , however you did curse yourself for it . Because now here you were , with a sore body.
You let out a string of curses as you got up from the floor . You checked your phone . It read 9:02. Not only that but you received a new message last night. From the number 231-000-000. It read:
213-000-000: Hey y/n it's the guy whose embarrassing notes you've been reading for two years . Would you like to meet up over lunch tomorrow and talk about it ? :)
Hoseok. It was him. Your heart thudded as your face heated . He sent that last night . You mentally facepalmed yourself. Honestly how could not notice that he sent you a message ? You were literally doing nothing other than listening to music on the couch yet somehow you managed to completely miss his message .
