she canât help the quiet laugh that leaves her lips at the sound of his voice, passing through the door before heâs even opened it. he had a pretty good ear, and even if he spoke softly, the hallway was devoid of any other noiseâ his words werenât hard to miss at all. she hears the door turning, feels the wind that rushes between her legs gently as the momentum from the door moving disrupts the air, and she gets an eyeful of a grin sheâs grown so used to.
âtook you long enough, iâve been waiting for ages.â she teases. her head tilting to one side as her lips turned into a sly grin of her own. of course heâd know she was only playing (when it came to him, someone who knew just how to play along, playing seemed more fun).
she holds the bottle up some, just enough so he can get a pretty clear look at it ( a nice moscato, something with a little sweetness that wouldnât sit heavy with them, especially with classes the next day ). her eyebrows wiggle playfully.
âjust what we need, huh?â
she laughs walking into the room, squeezing past him carefullyâ sometimes she hated just how much bigger he was than her, but it did come with itâs advantages sometimes. she sits on the edge of his bed, setting the bottle down in his desk before looking around. âstill have those leftover cups from last weekend? and what were you doing before i got here?â
it was always a pleasant sight whenever he opened the door to nayeon. sheâd become a dear friend to him- no she had become almost like a little sister to him, one that he had causal sunday drinking sessions with. and sometimes she acted like that mom friend, always worried about him and if he was okay or not. so on second thoughts perhaps she wasnât a little sister but just someone who he held dear.
âmmhmm, ages my ass.â his arms cross over his chest, expression a little serious as he plays along with her teasing. but it doesnât last long and he ends up letting out a chuckle, followed by a grin that stays on his lips.
he couldnât not around her.
his head turns to watch as she brushed past him into his room. closing the door behind him when he follows her. pulling up his jeans as she asks him the question. he stops for a second, mind trying to think where they could be.
âtheyâre hiding somewhere, hmm i think they are probably in the top draw.â its more of a note to himself then anything else, heading towards the draw. it doesnât take him long before heâs pulling out the two cups and turing to her with a stupid grin on his face. âoh nothing important, ya know just boring olâ chem homeworkâ
