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FRISSON. a shiver of pleasure
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DONGHYUCK THREW THE PILE of clothes onto the bed, which was now scattered everywhere across the sheets and pillows. He didn't mean to make a mess, after all. He swept a few pieces of clothing and cleared up a small portion of the bed, enough space for him to sit down.
He sat down the bed and took a random shirt off the pile of numerous others. He carefully folded each end of the shirt and neatly placed it down one side, and afterwards picking up another stray piece from the messy pile.
Donghyuck diligently folded each and every clothing article from this week's laundry. He randomly picked one from the messy piles of clothes and did the same gist of folding and tucking and turning. And then he'd place it on the heaping stacks of the other folded clothes, making sure it wasn't too high that it'll topple over and he would have to redo all the clothes again. And then, he'd have to repeat it all over again, until the very last bit of fabric has been folded neatly.
Arguably, folding clothes is one of the most unentertaining, hefty, and exhausting chores to do, with having to do nothing but folding and folding and folding all day, and having to repeat that a hundred more times.
And oddly so, Donghyuck loves folding clothes.
And he doesn't know why, for sure. Maybe sit-down chores just made things easier for him. Folding clothes calms down Donghyuck in such a way he can run through the thoughts in his head and have alone time wuth himself.
Donghyuck hasn't even gone halfway through the clothes and yet he's been there for a good twenty minutes. Not like he minds, though. He likes silence with himself from time to time. And he doesn't have anything else to do after this anyway, aside from lay around the house like a total nomad.
Donghyuck just finished his two hundred and sixty-seventh sweater and he's already feeling a bit bored. A bit, a bit only.
He takes that back; this is quite boring.
Suddenly the amount of laundry doubled to a hundred, because Donghyuck swore there was even more clothes today than there was last week.
But Donghyuck was cut off his trail of thoughts when he suddenly heard footsteps ascending at the staircase.
The steps evidently reached the top and Donghyuck tilted his head to the door when he heard it swing open.
