tellonym • luwoo

epilogue.

crying as i publish this,,, i hope you all enjoy<3
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kingwoo: wake up

kingwoo: wake up

kingwoo: wake up

theycallmelucas: what do you want

kingwoo: fucking finally damn

kingwoo: get out of bed

theycallmelucas: where are you

kingwoo: downstairs, get out of bed

theycallmelucas: come cuddle me, then we'll talk

kingwoo: fine, but only for a bit

jungwoo sighs, placing his phone on the counter and bounding up the stairs to the two's shared bedroom. he rolls his eyes at the sight of his boyfriend sprawled out on the bed, his large self taking up both sides.

lucas rolls onto his side, lifting up an arm for jungwoo to join, which he does. lucas holds him close, the shorter's head underneath his chin. placing a kiss on top of jungwoo's light brown hair, he smiles, still half asleep.

a few seconds of jungwoo gently peppering lucas' neck with kisses, and the younger is out like a light.

jungwoo dances in and out of sleep peacefully, wrapped in lucas' warm arms. eventually he can't fall asleep again, so he simply stares at the man next to him, taking in every perfection that makes up the love of his life.

twenty minutes later, though, jungwoo's hungry. lucas had interrupted his breakfast prepping, and although he loves cuddling lucas more than anything, food is a close second.

"lucas," he whispers. "we have to get ready."

lucas groans. "whyyy?"

"because it's hyuck's birthday today, dumbo," jungwoo reminds him. "we have to drive across the city to get there, remember?"

"can't we go later?"

"no, it takes half an hour to get there, plus it's a surprise party which takes a lot of setting up," jungwoo tells him, shimmying out of his firm hold.

lucas rubs his face, gazing at his boyfriend at the end of the bed. "you look hot."

cheeks flushing pink, jungwoo throws a pillow at a laughing lucas. "get out of bed, you lazy shit," jungwoo teasingly snaps, leaving the room.

"damn, nice butt baby," lucas calls, checking out jungwoo as the older walks away.

"i hate you," jungwoo shouts. lucas chuckles. "no you don't," the boisterous chinese calls back, finally getting out of bed and getting dressed.

after an hour of bickering and preparing, the two are finally in the car and on their way to donghyuck's birthday.

"how old is he even?" lucas asks with a yawn.

"23," jungwoo replies, eyes glued to the road. they decided jungwoo would drive as the korean really didn't feel like having a heart attack today.

lucas throws his head back. "what the fuck? when did we all get so old?"

"i mean taeil's gonna be 29, jisung's already 21," jungwoo says. "y'know what, let's not talk about this. i'm not in the mood for an exsistential crisis."