bisect my angle

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author's pov

the sounds of tzuyu's mid-morning alarm shake her awake. the two had fallen asleep watching their favourite series, free! ,

a swimming sports anime that played in the favour of both, jungkook liking the idea of men with merely shorts on, their upper body exposed. and tzuyu, the idea of the friendship that was formed between group of friends.

tzuyu opened her eyes lazily, jungkook's head was on her lap. she stops to look at his sleeping face.

she couldn't deny that her best friend was attractive. his long lashes that lay atop of his eyelids that looked adorable. the bridge of his nose which he thought was big, yet tzuyu found just fine. his face full of flaws but she'd come to love and accept, making any blemish look almost perfect to her eyes.

his lips that she could easily kiss right now if she wanted. she found it cute how his lower lip was thin, and how they were naturally full of colour.

he's not straight tzuyu. he's gay.

although she teased him to an extent, it was to cover up how much she admired him.

as a friend.

she runs a hand on his face, cupping it. "why do you have to look so attractive?" jungkook smiles in his sleep, his eyes still closed, as if he was dreaming of something nice. "you're only irresistible when you're asleep,"

she lets out a sigh before gently peeling his head away from her lap, placing it on a pillow she's grab ahold of instead, where she puts down on to where she was.

as soon as tzuyu was up, her neck stiffened, aching. she stretched. light seeped through from her window, where the soft chirping of birds could be heard. she pauses the episode that was playing, pausing just about where a male character's biceps were shown. jungkook might like what he sees first thing in the morning.

this was a typical day for tzuyu. her best friend sprawled on the floor, a tv series lulling them to sleep, it could not be anything new.

it's been like this since her first year in university. having met in high school and inseparable since they both enrolled at the same college as they took interest in arts. tzuyu, who majors in fashion designing, and jungkook in sculpting and film making. they were in different departments but their schedule often aligns having chosen the same optional minor study。

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tzuyu sits on the chair by her desk across to the left of her bed. the room was spacious and these rooms were supposed to be shared with someone, but she was lucky there were no new transferees for her to share it with.

so now, she occupies the whole space, having enough room for a small dining table by her little kitchen area near the entrance of her room to the left. on the right where the tv was, some books on shelves about fashion designing and a couple volumes of cherished manga, and her twin-sized bed that sits directly across her tv.

everything on the left was her workplace besides the kitchen. walls upon walls were plastered with clothing designs she's sketched and is working on. her desk was messy with all the rough pieces. next to it was her window where jungkook previously snuck in.

to the desk's right , there was a sewing machine and a couple of unfinished design pieces on headless mannequins. this whole area of her room was dedicated to her major. her passion. what she enjoyed doing.

she was just beginning a new term halfway the year yet she's already working hard. having only two years left before the end of her university life, she intends to spend the 3rd year with no regrets, and with possible internships from fashion companies.

this year she's only picked fashion designing as she wanted to pursue this as her life-career. a clear mind, she has. a path, she was willing to take.

the weekends were her only escape and times of relaxation, now that it was sunday, it was time to get cracking first, before succumbing to her idle state in the evening.

drawing from her computer tablet, she tries out different designs. it was difficult to come up with something fresh and original. she could not help but feel little among the talented artists who come up with remarkable design pieces. nonetheless, tzuyu is determined and full of passion. and that's what mattered the most.

the theme of the project she was working on was indviduality. the only instructions were: let your imaginations run wild, and let it reflect you.

jungkook snorts from the floor, letting out a quiet snore after. tzuyu puts down her pen and
saunters to where he laid. he was in an uncomfortable position, different from how she left him like earlier. geez, buttface.

she lifts him up, god, you're one hefty man, he drags him to the bed、her arms slung underneath his armpits. with one big motion, he's on the bed. she panted, whew. he works out too much.

before she could leave, her wrists were restrained. tzuyu looks at the culprit, jungkook, who held on her wrist. "don't go.." he mumbled. it was a quiet whine. cute.

she pulls away, walking back to her desk, yet before she can even step away from the bed, she's pulled by the waist. on the bed she lands, with jungkook cradling her in his arms, her back to him. he nuzzles his face on her neck. "i like yo

his sentences were slurred, and despite having done this to her many times... she could NOT get used to this.

oouur scent," he continues, his arms snaked around her tiny waist.

stop stop stop stop

why is my heart beating fast

i mean this is normal

no. stop pounding stop stop

stupid. if your heart stopped pounding, you'd be dead.

I prefer the latter.

knocking interrupted their cuddling. tzuyu was glad. hastily, she pulls away from her grip. jungkook now alone, grabs a pillow to hug. still mumbling to his sleep.

upon arriving on the front door, tzuyu only sees a note on the floor. looking at it closely, it was a notice.

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