Pairing: Kim Woobin/Lee Jongsuk
Genre: Slice of Life
Author’s Note: I normally write things before going to sleep, and let them queued in my drafts before finally posting it; so pardon me if things are always awry and random.
He dims all the lights and lower the temperature in the room before slipping into the blanket and snuggle right beside me. I can feel his rough hair touch my neck and spontaneously I shove him away.
“Yah, move away,” I say half laughing. Man, I can’t stand ticklish things.
“Now, what shall we watch?” he plays his fingers on the remote control and starts flipping channels. When people talking appear on the screen, he would flip the channel to another in less than one second, leaving no chance for them to even finish saying a word I can acknowledge.
“Yah, stop doing that,” I try to snatch the remote control from him, but he’s quite nimble and I’m no match for him. Not when I seem to be bed-ridden and lazy.
“Let’s just sleep?” he asks so innocently. I glance at the clock on the wall and find that it’s too early to go to bed.
“It’s only 11,” I hiss.
“So what if it’s only 11? I’m sleepy,” he yawns and I quickly grab the sides of his face with my hand. Thumb and the other fingers go oppositely. I play a little with his face, shaking it left and right lightly with his mouth opened shaping the letter “O”. Or I should say an angry “O”.
I laugh wholeheartedly when finally he struggles his way to barely escape my childish grip.
“Yah, it ain’t that funny,” he protests, now grabbing my ears and pulling them forward playfully.
“Your ears are funny,” one last pull and he lets go of them.
“Shut up,” I retort in annoyance. My ears are extremely sensitive and they redden easily. By the way, I’m not really fond of them because they look weird.
“Aigooo… is my alligator angry?” he keeps going with his trick and that is an invitation to mess with him, for sure.
I grab his arms and pin him onto the bed until he lies flat, snatch a pillow and cover his face with it and immediately pull it back before he dies from oxygen deprivation. He gasps and I giggle. At some point, I don’t even make any sound while chortling because it’s too amusing, and my eyes are quickly dampened by the pooling tears.
“You’re so funny when you’re out of breath,” I wipe my tears of joy away, stealing a glance at his pouting face.
“You seem to be really amused by it. Is that why you kiss me so often?”
Well that does stop me from giggling further. But right before any of us says something, his cellphone rings. I have no chance to look at the caller’s ID since he quickly picks it up and disappears into the other side of his room. I hear the bathroom door shut, and I wonder why he has to be that secretive. Maybe it’s an urgent call about his jobs. Or it could be something too private I can’t hear.
I try to listen to what he’s saying, but his voice is subdued by the thick walls and the distance. I’m not happy at all, but I plan on acting composed and undisturbed when he comes out later. It does take me a lot of efforts to make it as natural as possible, and all I could do is pretend that I’m filming something here. I’m an honest person but at times I become so timid when I don’t want people to dig into my not-so-cool side. Becoming flustered just because one single phone call is one of the things I try to avoid because that, supposedly, makes me a fool.
He’s out finally, and I’m not ready. The urge to ask is too big, but my pride is on its way. So I end up acting weird and too ignorant that I look angry and annoyed by the nature of my facial look.
