𝗺𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 ᶜˢʸ

thirty five

LEE HYERIN

i woke up, feeling a strong arm wrapped around me. i turned around seeing seungyoun looking down at me with sleepy eyes. " morning princess. "

" what time is it? "

" almost eleven. " he said and buried his face on my neck. groaning, i rubbed my eyes. " fuck, i can't move. it hurts so baddddd. " i whined in a sleepy voice, resting my head on his.

" you asked me to go faster so i- "

" shut up. " i slap his chest and snuggled closer. " am i naked now? " i asked with my eyes closed." we both are. "

" mhm, no wonder i can feel you dick on my thigh. "

he giggled while rubbing my back. " let's go down and get some breakfast. " he got up and tossed me my clothes while putting on his own.

we walked down the stairs, not too close with each other and went straight to the kitchen. when we stepped in, all the laughter dead down, replacing with a smirk. both of us awkwardly taking a seat far from each other and put some waffles on our plates.

" so where did the two of you went last night? " seungwoo spoke up, breaking the silence. " my room. we have some little talk. " seungyoun replied, munching on his food.

" for the entire night? " mirae asked.

i stayed silent, letting seungyoun answer them. " so what? we haven't talk for a long time. "

" mirae, they really did. me, yohan and hangyul overhead their little talk last night. " wooseok joined in. he then covered his mouth dramatically while looking at us. " oops, sorry not sorry. "

" why i haven't heard them talking? im offended. "

" shut up haechan, you're like 2- "

" im in the same age as that bitch over there! "

"okay stop it kids. " kyungmi tapped the table using her nails, catching their attention.

breakfast was pretty much silent after the endless teasing from them. thanks to soomin who change the topic.

" what about you hyerin? " hangyul asked.

" huh? " i snapped out from my thoughts, blinking at him. " what are you doing today? " kyungmi repeated for hangyul. i shook my head and shrugged. " nothing. im kinda tired so maybe i just sleep the whole day. "

the annoying smirk appeared once again on their faces. " i wonder why is that. " wooseok smirked, nudging junho.

" shut up. " i glared at him and continue to eat.

" looks like only you and seungyoun in this house then. " the devilish smirk kept replaying on seungwoo's face.

" we could get your stuff from your apartment and bring them here. " seungyoun suggested.

" hm right. i totally forgot that we're moving in. "

" so who's sleeping where? " yohan asked.

" hyerin and i can share a room. kyungmi you'll be with hangyul, mirae and wooseok, yohan and soomin. junho, pack your stuff and move to seungwoo's. haechan will get his own room, which is junho's. " seungyoun pointed at each of us while explaining. " no buts. " he added.

" can't i get my own room? seungwoo protested. " how am i supposed to bring girls home if this dumbfuck is in my room all the time? "

" yeah me too. i don't feel like hearing his moans every night while im trying to sleep. i'll just take the guest room. " junho looked at seungwoo with disgusted face when he mentioned moans and rolled his eyes afterwards.

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" oh my god, i like it! " i yelled in excitement as i admired the flower painting that hung on seungyoun's bedroom's wall.

he smile at me and took a step closer. " dont you think it would look better in soomin and yohan's room? " he wrapped his arm around my waist.

" nope! i like it here. "

" whatever you say baby. " he giggled and kissed my forehead.

an hour ago, we had gotten everything from my apartment into here. now we're arranging my clothes from the luggage into his wardrobe.

" damn that was tiring! " he said, crushing on his bed. he pulled me down, wrapping his arm and legs around my small body.

we stayed like that until we saw haechan walk into the room but stop when he saw the painting. after a minute, he looked over at us. " dude you're whipped. "

" shut it. "

" he's right babe, you're whipped. " i giggled giving him a peck on the lips.

" ew gross- fuck physical contact- ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSON!- " he yelled, running out of the room.