celestial strings | h.js

six.

Pressing against the bones of your fingers, you awkwardly scanned the living room of Jisung's home after sitting down on the couch. It was nothing special, you thought. It was a standard apartment home. It was definitely smaller than the house you used to live in, though, but you had no plans to complain that thought out loud. Your family was abnormally wealthy, after all.

Jisung's parents were as kind as you imagined people ought to be but were often ill-equipped to do so. Without asking any questions, they welcomed you into their home with a homemade meal and accepted the request of letting you stay the night. You were reluctant to omit the part where Jisung planned to have you stay over until you could find an actual place to live, but he had waved you off when you tried to bring it up during dinner.

On a certain level, you did think that their behavior was incautious and stupid, but it would only make sense that they didn't think to suspect someone who is a friend of their child. Besides, they not being suspicious totally worked in your favor! That was disregarding your moral consciousness.

"[Name]!"

You looked up at Jisung and blinked hazily. "What?"

"You are zoning out again. Are you tired?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as a worried pout formed on his lips, causing his cheeks to inflate adorably.

You were. Completely drained, too. Having dinner with Jisung and his parents was like a literal train-wreck for you. Their energy was just too much for you to handle; you could barely get a five-second silence before someone starts another conversation again. And, of course, that would be another thing you've got concealed inside within the depths of your mind and it will never be let out to the world.

"No, not really." You shook your head, offering him an assuring smile as you touched your hands together. You looked around the living room again, your eyes pausing one second too long at the kitchen where his parents were located. You gulped. "I just... I feel a little weird since it is the first time I've been here."

Jisung let out a soft scoff of agreement. "Yeah, my parents have that weird effect on people." He flicked his wrist and did a shooing gesture with his hand, his actions dismissive. When he quieted himself down, he cleared his throat and suggested, "We can head to my room if you feel weird. You would probably feel a bit better in there."

"Thanks, Jisung, but I think I will pass," you mumbled, turning over to grab a cushion from the couch. "I really don't know if I should stay the night."

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"No, but–"

"Then you are staying," he cut you off nonchalantly.

You sighed in defeat. There was no talking him out of that. "Okay. But I am going to sleep on the couch tonight."

"Who said that?" Jisung asked, genuinely confused at your statement. He glanced over at his parents as if that would give him an answer, then he turned his head to the hallway where his room was located as if he could see through the walls and calculate the size of his room. He hummed thoughtfully before saying, "We don't have an extra room but who cares. You can sleep in my room."

"You have two beds in your room?" you asked, brow furrowed.

He shook his head. "No, but I can get several blankets and sleep on the floor."

What a selfless gesture. It warmed your heart up more than anything else to know that he has already considered lending you his bed. However, it was nothing you wanted to accept after knowing that he would have to lay on the cold, hard ground for the rest of the night. You smiled disapprovingly at him as you shook your head, and the way Jisung let out a whining noise made you chuckle.