The bedroom bathed in the glorious light of the early morning sun. Jeonghan was the first one to open his eyes on this early Sunday morning and peeked through his eyelashes.
For the second time in about a month he had slept throughout the entire night without waking up once or taking a midnight trip. He shifted in his position and looked over his shoulder to check the time before snuggling closer in Seungcheol's arms again. It was only a half past eight, so he decided he would stay in his arms a little longer.
He couldn't exactly remember how he fell asleep in that position, since the night before was a bit of a black hole. But the fight he had with his mother was still clearly printed inside his brain, so he knew it had something to do with him ending up crying and Seungcheol carrying him to his room. Everything after that was pitch black.
Despite the fact that he didn't know how he ended up in that position, he had absolute no reason for further complain. Having two warm arms around you and your nose snuggled in someone's chest felt like heaven to Jeonghan, who loosely had an arm around Seungcheol's waist. Seungcheol had a heavy but steady breathing and it was mesmerizing to focus on.
Yet again, the thing that caught his attention the most was his scent. The scent that engulfed him with a feeling of safety. He would almost say he felt addicted to it, being satisfied whenever he took it in.
Jeonghan shuffled a bit in his position, wondering why his pajama felt so uncomfortable. Until he realized they didn't change clothes the night before what confirmed why his pajama bottoms felt so tight. It was a pair of denim skinny jeans. But it didn't bother him too much, and he didn't want to wake Seungcheol up yet.
What failed, because once he found a comfortable position in-between his arms again, Seungcheol started moving too. His breath that was steady just a minute ago changed its tempo and a groggy groan left his lips. Jeonghan stared up to see Seungcheol squeezing his eyes tight shut, not wanting to get used to the bright light since they forgot to close the curtains the night before either.
"Light.. Too much.." Was the only thing he could bring out while he rolled on his back to press both his hands to his eyes. Although Jeonghan instantly missed the warmth that radiated off Seungcheol's body, the sight was amusing to see and he couldn't suppress the chuckle that left his mouth.
Seungcheol managed to open one of his eyes to see Jeonghan silently laughing about him, what made Seungcheol let out another annoyed groan before he went back with pressing his hands over his eyes. "Don't make fun of me!" His voice sounded deeper and raspier than ever this early at day. And Jeonghan felt himself getting attracted to the boy with messy hair even more.
"I'm sorry, it's just too funny I can't help it." Jeonghan said while he continued to laugh about Seungcheol's morning presence. Seungcheol instead slipped the pillow from underneath their heads and lay down flat on his stomach, slamming the cloud-like substance over his head to cut out every possible stray of light around him. A chain of muffled sounds came from underneath it and every time Jeonghan heard one he started laughing louder. Until the point where he had to wipe away tears of joy.
"You're such a baby!" Jeonghan yelled out, totally forgetting Seungcheol's presence had to stay a secret from his mother. The pillow moved up a little and Seungcheol's face appeared from underneath it. "Oh shut up, I'm just not a morning person!" "Your hair looks weird."
Seungcheol pushed himself a little up on his elbows. "You know who's hair looks weird?" He asked mysterious. "Who?" "Yours in two seconds!" Seungcheol shot up on his knees and grabbed the pillow which he started hitting Jeonghan with over and over. Jeonghan playfully started squealing in defense and tried his best to block every one of Seungcheol's attacks. Which was pretty hard since his tummy hurt from laughter and Seungcheol was faster than Jeonghan expected him to be that early.
"Cheol no!"
"Cheol yes!" Seungcheol playfully yelled back.
Jeonghan rolled over and tried to get out of his bed, but got stopped by Seungcheol who grabbed his arm and rolled him back. With his knees he straddled Jeonghan's legs, keeping him in place in a playful way before he smacked the pillow against his head again.
"Cheol! I can't breathe!" Seungcheol took that as a point to stop so he threw the pillow away, looking down at the damage he had caused. "Are we done?" Jeonghan asked, finally being able to breathe again in between his laughing.
"Hmmm.." Seungcheol questioned himself, looking at Jeonghan underneath him. "Not yet!" He dived into Jeonghan again and hovered over him, both hands in his long hair to mess it up even more. "Not my hair!" Jeonghan yelled, although he couldn't remain serious hinself after seeing Seungcheol's hair was pointing in every possible direction.
So he used every strength he had in his body to push Seungcheol off him and throwing him next to him on the bed again. Now it was Jeonghan's turn to torture Seungcheol. "You bitch!" Jeonghan swore before he started tickling Seungcheol, knowing exactly that it was his soft spot. His sides, his tummy, his chest, everywhere over his upper body Jeonghan tickled him while Seungcheol squirmed underneath his touches. He wasn't able to push himself up to fight back and felt every muscle in his body tighten upon the ticklish sensation Jeonghan caused.
Until Seungcheol couldn't handle it anymore and started yelling chains of non consisting words, not even able to think straight or to make correct sentences.
"What is going on in here?" They hadn't even noticed another presence in the room and they both felt like their hearts stopped when they heard the familiar voice. "Jeonghan, care to explain who the fuck that is and what he's doing in your bed?"
