"Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Han-"
"Yes, babe, what do you need now." He chuckled, not bothering to look away from the TV screen.
"How much longer are you gonna ignore me?" You whined, rolling over so your head was hanging off the side of the bed, hoping that watching the screen upside down would somehow be more entertaining.
"I'm not ignoring you." He chuckled. "I'm just busy."
"Playing a dumb game is not busy." You rolled your eyes. "You finally get a day off, and this is how you spend it? Is your game really more important than me?" You pouted.
"Kijoong always hogs the games and you know I can't just steal it from him." He nearly pouted. "Can't I just play a little longer?" He tried, turning around slightly to look over at you.
"You can't spend your first night off with me?" You whined again, rolling over so your head was up right again, your hands reaching out for him. "You can play games all you want tomorrow, I promise~"
"I'll give you all the love you want once I win, okay?" He laughed.
Your pout only grew as he spoke, and you sighed, accepting your defeat.
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You were starting to think he was losing on purpose. There was no way someone could lose that many times.
"Maybe you should just give up." You whispered. "I don't think you're going to win anytime soon."
"Maybe I would if you stopped interrupting every five minutes." He grumbled and you glared.
"Fine." You huffed. "Since I'm bothering you so much, I'll be in the living room." You declared, picking up the blanket and getting up.
"Bab-"
You didn't give him time to respond, having already made up your mind as you walked through the bedroom door.
You were proud of the little make-shift bed you made yourself on the couch. Though the couch pillow wasn't particularly your favorite, at least your blanket was big enough to wrap around yourself.
You reached for the remote that sat on the coffee table and you angrily searched through Netflix, finally deciding on some random show.
You weren't sure how many episodes had passed, but you were interrupted by your stomach growling, a small groan slipping your lips as you debated whether or not to eat, another growl interrupting that debate and you paused the show as you got up.
With a sigh, you decided something small would be best so you settled on ramen.
You were midway into boiling the noddles when you stuck your fork in to stir it, the noodles becoming your source of entertainment until a small cough pulled your attention away, your hand stopping but your gaze staying.
"You're not serious about sleeping on the couch, are you?" You heard him speak up from behind you.
You didn't answer, putting your focus back into your mindless noodle stirring.
"What if I said I was sorry~?" He tried, his voice followed by small footsteps before you felt his hands snake around your waist, before resting his chin on your shoulder.
"I thought I was distracting you." You mumbled, not bothering to look over and face him.
"I died again." He admitted quietly.
"So you're only here because you died?" You shook your head. "And here I was thinking you missed me." You scoffed, moving your shoulder, but he didn't budge.
