♔: Finding your muse wearing their clothes
[SMS: LGK → JHS] I just got out of the shower, but I left the door open. Make yourself at home for now and don’t be a creep.
Hyosung read the text as she made her way up the stairs towards the correct door, his words causing her to smile at the silliness of them. As the text said, the door gave in easily to her small push and she was greeted by happy yaps from the two dogs that were familiar with her presence. She made sure to shut the door behind her so as to keep the dogs inside—she made the mistake of keeping them open and spent an afternoon chasing down the rascals through the whole neighbourhood. “Behave yourselves!” She said to them in a weakly played voice of authorization. “As much as I want to be your mom, I’m afraid I can’t play today.”
If someone had walked in on the scene they would have thought her as insane—talking with no one but two dogs in the room. She didn’t mind, though, as she would have just shooed the other person away without an ounce of embarrassment inside her. “You gotta tell me what your dad does in the bathroom—why he takes so long.” She mumbled, again her words directed towards the pets. But seeing as the puppies quickly lost interest in her, she moved on to wandering around the spacious living room.
Her nose wrinkled in disapproval the more she wandered. There was only one way to describe the place and the smell: boy. Whenever she spent time away from Kikwang, she wondered why she wasn’t at his place all the time. Yet every time she visited, she always got her answer. But, without fail, something always caught her attention. It was her favourite part of the apartment, really. Kikwang owned a shelf, one that could be stacked with anything. Yet the idols chose to fill it up with the various hats that they were seen wearing in public, even ones that they had only kept to themselves.
Kikwang took just over 20 minutes to step out of his room, dressed and ready for their planned night out. What he didn’t expect, though, was to have Hyosung standing in the middle of the living room, a wide grins set on her lips. The dancer paused in his steps, watching her curiously with a quirk of his brow. It took him a handful of moments and a few scans to notice what she was grinning about—her hat. Or rather his hat on her head.
The sight caused him to laugh a light laugh, one that showed the amusement he received at her decision of accessory. He made his way up to her, pushing the bill of the hat down so that it fell over her eyes. His actions earned a whine and a weak hit to the chest, but he didn’t mind. “You wanna go get honeycakes?”
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