You Can't Cover Up My Heart

December 18th - December 24th

— December 18th

Hyunjin wakes to a persistent rapping noise somewhere outside of his bedroom, and tries with all his might to will it away. If he doesn't acknowledge it, it'll go away. That's how these things work. Two minutes later, pillow pressed over his face, legs tangled in his sheets, Hyunjin hears the front door opening, and doesn't even bother to spring into action. Plenty of people know he keeps a spare key under the flap on the corner of the doormat outside, so it could really be pretty much any of his close friends. Jisung is the only person who knows that Hyunjin moved the key to the bottom right corner though, so maybe–

Shit.

"Hyunjin, I know your door is open, but I'm knocking anyway. This is your chance to tell me if you're not decent." Jisung's bright voice rings through the apartment, and Hyunjin curls in on himself. Fuck. He completely forgot to set an alarm for this morning. Hyunjin groans loudly, and is met with creaking footsteps getting closer to him.

"Jinnie? You awake?" Jisung mumbles, and Hyunjin can picture exactly what he looks like: hunched over as if that will help him be quieter, the spare pair of house slippers Hyunjin keeps by the door on his feet, hands outstretched in front of him. He doesn't even need to look and that's far too domestic a thought to be having this early on a Saturday.

Hyunjin groans again, less muffled by the pillow this time, and kicks his feet free of the blankets. Jisung laughs somewhere nearby and pokes the pillow with a shy finger. Hyunjin feels the squishy material sink against his face right beside his nose. "You gonna get up? It's 9:15." 9:15? Well, now Hyunjin just feels guilty (and expresses it with a groan that hopefully sounds like "I'm sorry.")

Jisung pulls the pillow away from his face with little fighting from Hyunjin, and smiles down at him. Hyunjin has to squint to look up at him as he stretches – he's so bright.

"Good morning," Jisung muses, setting the pillow down at the foot of the bed. He sits down next to Hyunjin, one arm caged around his middle, the other brushing hair away from his puffy face. Hyunjin doesn't even have the energy to be embarrassed and push him away – it feels too nice, too soft.

"Did you sleep well?" Jisung asks, quietly. His voice sounds the way the sunlight pouring in through the curtains feels, and Hyunjin is half-inclined to pull him into his bed and propose they sleep all day. Jisung's fingers dance over his face, tucking wild pieces of hair behind his ears and away from his eyes. Hyunjin smiles something genuine and a little too fond, a weird warbling sound stuck at the back of his throat. "Yeah? Do you still wanna go to IKEA with me today? We can still do breakfast if you're ready by 10:00." Hyunjin nods against Jisung's palm, stretching his long limbs out again, waiting for his spine to crack the way it normally does. Jisung smiles and it still feels like sunshine.

"How about I go make some coffee and you hop in the shower, hm?" Again, Hyunjin just nods, having not found his words yet. It's too early; the morning air is too soft for any voice except Jisung's to flow through it. He doesn't want to interrupt the air. "Get to it then. I'll be in the kitchen." Jisung leans down to press a lingering kiss to Hyunjin's forehead, and it might be because he's still a little sleepy, still a little disoriented, but Hyunjin doesn't try to hide the blush rising in his cheeks. He watches Jisung go, and practically skips to the shower. He's making me coffee, he thinks, far too excited about coffee. But, like. Coffee. Jisung's coffee. Jisung doesn't even like coffee (he's a tea drinker, and when Hyunjin found out he only drinks this special brand of tea called Vadham, he referred to him as "ma'am" for the following three days because he's such an old lady. Hyunjin keeps tea in his apartment now, and the smell of Jisung's favorite mint green tea brings a goofy smile to his face, but he'll never let Jisung see it.) but he's making it for Hyunjin. Does he even know how to make coffee? Surely he can figure out the Keurig. He's smart. Right? Right.