Ours - Junbob

xxii. jiwon

A/N: sorry for always having such long gaps between updates, sigh, I've been worked to the bone up until the last second but it's finally the holidays for me, so I'll hopefully be able to get stuff out quicker! and, i hope this is good enough ^^' 

and in the gif isn't ji such a squISH 

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It was Jiwon's turn to wake up first this time around, with light seeping through crystal, elegant windows to smack him in the face and make him roll over with a groan, blinking confusedly because he always kept his curtains closed in his room. But then it was all coming back to him, the night before with the service and the comforting and so many words and so many feelings and he didn't feel quite so irked by the prospect of 'morning' anymore. He just rolled off of the sofa thing slowly, his blanket trailing off with him before he suddenly panicked about the fact that it was probably thousand thread count sheets or something making him jump up and bundle up the duvet in his arms, quickly throwing it back onto the sofa. Then Jiwon was staring at it and he realised.

It was a futon.

Mystery solved.

Junhoe wasn't snoring but he was making some sort of soft grunt noise every now and then, his face smushed into his pillow and his arm hanging off of his ginormous bed. Jiwon smiled fondly without realising, so unused to the sight of his boyfriend sleeping (something he might never see again) and it was strange and endearing all at once, like when you see your cat asleep in the middle of the carpet. Jiwon decided to leave it be, about to go on a hunt for a bathroom before he paused and went over to Junhoe's bed, swooping down to give the younger a kiss on the back of his neck and Junhoe grunted again, even softer this time as he slowly rolled over onto his back but he still didn't open his eyes, or do anything to acknowledge Jiwon's existence. It made Jiwon roll his eyes but he still pecked Junhoe's slightly parted lips before grabbing one of the younger's shirts to put on so he could be a little decent before he went back to his room.

Yejin looked a lot less intimidating when she had just woken up, with squinty eyes and her glossy long hair all messy. Jiwon sent her a smile when he saw her and Yejin nodded at him, rubbing her eye while her other hand gave him a small wave.

"You good?"

"Just peachy."

"That's great."

"It is."

This reminded Jiwon of his and Junhoe's conversations too much.

After freshening up, Jiwon sat on his (pffft, 'his') bed, shoving some socks onto his feet then stretching out, doing a few windmills with his arms before he just laid there. It was comfortable heaven, like he was sinking into angel feathers and he smiled dreamily at the thought as he rolled over, ready to immerse himself into luxury. He must have been there longer than he thought because it wasn't long before another body was flopping onto the bed, smelling like all kinds of vanillary wonderful, and Jiwon might have smiled so much that his still sleep-locked mouth hurt.

Junhoe touched him first, laying a quiet hand on the small of Jiwon's back but he lifted it the instant Jiwon moved onto his side, not looking at Junhoe but at least they were facing each other now. Jiwon could still smell the mint on Junhoe's breath.

Jiwon wanted to speak but he only curled into the sheets he had bunched up in his arms against him. He hadn't spoke in so long nor eaten that his mouth felt clamped, but he found it opening on its own accord when Junhoe shuffled forward, accidentally right into Jiwon's chest which made the younger make the sweetest noise of surprise and Jiwon almost threw up his heart. "O-Oh...hey to you too..."