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a quick fix of mornings ; woohyun/sungyeol ; infinite [g]
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sungyeol is an idiot (woohyun probably is one too), magically rediscovered repost | 550 w
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sungyeol is an idiot (woohyun probably is one too), magically rediscovered repost | 550 w
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Someone is hovering over him when Woohyun blinks his eyes open, but Sungyeol pulls back too quickly for Woohyun to ascertain it's him. He reaches out automatically, closes his fingers, and his fingers happen to catch Sungyeol by the wrist.
Sungyeol falters, drops onto the armrest of the couch, shaking off Woohyun's loose grip. "Morning," he says. It's a little too peevish to be reassuring.
Woohyun bites back a groan—it's too early for this. The night before is still vivid against his tongue. "Good morning to you too, sunshine," he says. He sits up, a quiet grunt as the soreness in his muscles makes itself known. He rolls his head back, cracking his neck and working the kinks out of his back, the knots in his shoulders that come from having spent a night on the couch bunching uncomfortably with the movement. Sungyeol is watching him surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye. His head is turned stubbornly to the front. Woohyun's lips twitch as he pats the couch next to him.
"Sleep well?" Woohyun asks.
Sungyeol shrugs, but obligingly slides down until he's sitting on the other end of the couch, He's a good armspan away from Woohyun but the couch dips under his weight anyway. "Enough," he says.
Woohyun lets his head fall back and smiles. "Feel better?" he asks.
He can't see the glance Sungyeol shoots him, a moment of narrowed eyes and furrowed brows before it smoothes out. "What do you mean?" Sungyeol says slowly. A hint of suspicion tinges his words, and Woohyun can't help but laugh aloud.
Sungyeol swings his arm out and hits Woohyun in the chest, knocking the wind out from him. "What the hell's so funny?"
"You," Woohyun says when he stops coughing. The grin hasn't left his face. Sungyeol bites his lip.
Sungyeol's still in his pyjamas, a tshirt tossed over a pair of sweatpants, knees tucked up to his chest until his feet slide onto the floor and he pulls his hand back and crosses his arms. Woohyun wonders how long Sungyeol had been standing there, watching him sleep. Sungyeol's hair is dishevelled, it's been on the long side for weeks now, and his bangs fall across his face. Woohyun slides over—Sungyeol tenses—and brushes them out of his eyes.
"You need a haircut," Woohyun says.
Sungyeol blinks. "I—"
"I hope you know you're an idiot," Woohyun says, standing. He hears Sungyeol stand as well, and tucks his hands into his pockets before changing his mind and raking them through his hair. He needs a shower. He's about to turn and ask if Sungyeol minds if he uses it first when there's a hand on his shoulder and Sungyeol spins him around, catching Woohyun by surprise and Woohyun's lips with his. Sungyeol hasn't brushed his teeth yet, but then again, neither has Woohyun. Sungyeol pulls away all too soon.
The strands of hair that Woohyun had just brushed away fall across his eyes again, and Sungyeol blows upwards in quiet irritation.
"Fix it again," Sungyeol says. Woohyun takes that as a yes.
Sungyeol falters, drops onto the armrest of the couch, shaking off Woohyun's loose grip. "Morning," he says. It's a little too peevish to be reassuring.
Woohyun bites back a groan—it's too early for this. The night before is still vivid against his tongue. "Good morning to you too, sunshine," he says. He sits up, a quiet grunt as the soreness in his muscles makes itself known. He rolls his head back, cracking his neck and working the kinks out of his back, the knots in his shoulders that come from having spent a night on the couch bunching uncomfortably with the movement. Sungyeol is watching him surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye. His head is turned stubbornly to the front. Woohyun's lips twitch as he pats the couch next to him.
"Sleep well?" Woohyun asks.
Sungyeol shrugs, but obligingly slides down until he's sitting on the other end of the couch, He's a good armspan away from Woohyun but the couch dips under his weight anyway. "Enough," he says.
Woohyun lets his head fall back and smiles. "Feel better?" he asks.
He can't see the glance Sungyeol shoots him, a moment of narrowed eyes and furrowed brows before it smoothes out. "What do you mean?" Sungyeol says slowly. A hint of suspicion tinges his words, and Woohyun can't help but laugh aloud.
Sungyeol swings his arm out and hits Woohyun in the chest, knocking the wind out from him. "What the hell's so funny?"
"You," Woohyun says when he stops coughing. The grin hasn't left his face. Sungyeol bites his lip.
Sungyeol's still in his pyjamas, a tshirt tossed over a pair of sweatpants, knees tucked up to his chest until his feet slide onto the floor and he pulls his hand back and crosses his arms. Woohyun wonders how long Sungyeol had been standing there, watching him sleep. Sungyeol's hair is dishevelled, it's been on the long side for weeks now, and his bangs fall across his face. Woohyun slides over—Sungyeol tenses—and brushes them out of his eyes.
"You need a haircut," Woohyun says.
Sungyeol blinks. "I—"
"I hope you know you're an idiot," Woohyun says, standing. He hears Sungyeol stand as well, and tucks his hands into his pockets before changing his mind and raking them through his hair. He needs a shower. He's about to turn and ask if Sungyeol minds if he uses it first when there's a hand on his shoulder and Sungyeol spins him around, catching Woohyun by surprise and Woohyun's lips with his. Sungyeol hasn't brushed his teeth yet, but then again, neither has Woohyun. Sungyeol pulls away all too soon.
The strands of hair that Woohyun had just brushed away fall across his eyes again, and Sungyeol blows upwards in quiet irritation.
"Fix it again," Sungyeol says. Woohyun takes that as a yes.