untamed magic | hajeongwoo.

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        "woo.."

jeongwoo silently creased his brows as he heard soft knocks outside their room's bathroom. he waited for another few seconds but haruto only repeated what he did, calling him by his nickname and knocking at the door three times.

"what's wrong with this guy, really?" jeongwoo mumbled to himself as he continued brushing his teeth.

he wanted to response but confusing thoughts lingered around his mind once again. lately, the japanese had been clingy to him and even does his very best not to annoy him. though sometimes they still fight, he notices how the older sometimes backs out to lower his pride — which he never did before, and even lets jeongwoo win from their arguments.

it all started after the older held his hand back during their sports day at school. since then, haruto sticked like a glue to him and even likes holding him secretly.

but despite all of that, park jeongwoo makes sure he still has his defenses on. he was certain that letting his guard down would only hurt him as time would pass by — a happening that he's most scared of.

"woo!" now with a louder voice, haruto called his name again.

"why?!" he frantically says, almost sounded like a murmur since he was still brusing his teeth.

"open the door!"

"i don't want to!" the korean says, now washing his mouth.

he then stopped upon hearing the japanese slamming the door very, very loudly almost causing him to flinch multiple times. "open it!"

"what the.." jeongwoo titled his head in annoyance as how haruto changed his mood in just a split second from being soft and sweet to being an impatient little devil.

"fine!" the younger hissed since he got no choice but to, afraid the rooms beside them would hear their commotions, not to mention that they had been scolded a lot of times before for being too noisy everytime they argue.

"you just had to click the door what took you so long?!" was the first thing haruto said after jeongwoo opened the door for him.

the korean gritted his teeth in irritation as he said, "short tempered bastard! you know i'm not done yet! you can use the bathroom outside the room or at the first floor!"

upon noticing the younger's furious expression on his face, haruto quickly smiled widely, almost looking like a fake giggle. he raised both of his hands as if giving up to him.

"i'm just kidding, i'm not short tempered," he says as he chuckled, lowering down his earlier loud voice as if pleasing and calming jeongwoo.

"you're so weird!" he says, placing back his toothbrush and heading back towards their room to ignore haruto.

"oi!" haruto tried grabbing him by his arm but the younger slapped his hand away. "what-"

before he could even finish asking a question, jeongwoo slammed the door real hard almost making him flinch from the noise.

"woo!"

"shut up!"

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"jeongwoo~"

the korean pressed the pillow tighter to him so he wouldn't hear the japanese calling him, but it all didn't made sense as to haruto was whispering closely.

the younger settled at the upper bed again, as he covered his whole body with blanket and pillows and felt himself shiver from the cold. haruto, on the other hand, was now snuggling closer to him.

"it's too cold here, let's go down-"

"i'll sleep here!" he says, a little bit frustrated from haruto's mood swings.

"if you won't come down here i'll tell jae hyung that you stole his two banana milks from the fridge last week," despite the japanese black mailing him, jeongwoo continued ignoring him.

haruto was just too much tonight. add the fact that his heart had been betraying him for a couple of weeks now and it seems like he can't even do anything about it.

"woo?" he cooed softly.

"shut up, watanabe."

when the older's little whines stopped, the korean thought he finally gave up annoying him. sighing in relief and was about to remove his blanket and stuffs that was at the top of him— when he felt a pair of arms sneaking around his waist and even gently tugging him closer.

"haruto!" he hissed and tried moving away, but the japanese hugged him tighter. and since he was still wrapped around the blanket, it looked like the taller was hugging a human sized teddy bear.

haruto almost squeezed jeongwoo while hugging him. his giggles coming out from his lips as if he was the happiest man on earth just because he was snuggling the younger.

"are you really mad at me?" he asked in his unusual, soft voice causing jeongwoo to purse his lips and stop himself from answering.

when haruto felt jeongwoo staying still, he remained closer and even tenderly spooned him for a warm and comfortable cuddle.

"i'm sorry woo," haruto adorably mumbled, slowly removing the blanket that was covering jeongwoo's face.

the tan skinned korean got his thoughts still flying. it seemed so magical, all full of delight.

jeongwoo admits he had been keeping his heart safe and guarded by staying away from his roommate. but was it all even worth it now that he knew to himself that his own feelings wouldn't stop floating around, playing with him?

"sorry," the younger stopped debating with his own mind when he heard haruto whispering near his ear.

he did not even notice that the japanese was now sharing the thick blanket with him. at the double deck bed, there they were, keeping themselves close at the upper part.

their guards were all down. again.

and they didn't even mind it at all.

all is well, all is light.

perhaps..

"i don't even know why i always annoy you," he felt haruto snickering against his neck. "i guess i just really want your attention.."

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i am deeply sorry for
not updating! anyway,
treasure roty! periodt.