on the list of inopportune but comfortable places hwiyeon’s ever fallen asleep at, lilith’s couch is rapidly and somewhat worryingly climbing the rankings. it’s on par with the recording studio’s couch, possibly the only place that isn’t her own bed where she’s crashed more often than lilith’s apartment, and maybe even a little better – there’s only a little crick in her neck when she finally shuts up that gargoyle’s voice in the back of her head going, but isn’t the sun on the ceiling so much nicer to look at, and forces herself to stand up.
see, it could be worse. lilith could have, like, a shittier couch.
the world’s a little wobbly. hwiyeon yawns, big and unsightly, the kind of yawn her mother probably would’ve nagged her about once upon a time, and grunts when she runs her hand through her hair and realizes her neck’s hurting because she’d slept with a ponytail in. “how many times do you have to fuckin’…” struggling to yank it free from the knots and muttering to herself the whole while, she pads through lilith’s living room to the kitchen for some water.
she’s still in the jeans and shapeless hoodie she’d pulled on when lilith called last night, including the mismatched pair of socks she’d blindly thrown on when she rolled out of bed half-asleep grumbling at them through her phone. ugh, again? she remembers groaning, not for the first time. you so owe me for this, she remembers saying when she was herding a drunk lilith into her car, not for the first time. i mean it! she remembers saying to the stoplight halfway home, not for the first time.
and here she is, probably also not for the last time, fishing out the water bottle she’d shoved in the fridge after she wrangled them into bed last night and a bottle of aspirin from her bag. the apartment’s still quiet, so she figures lilith’s still asleep, but hwiyeon’s hungry and there’s nothing in the fridge that she knows how to make a meal out of.
“li-il,” she calls, dragging out the syllable as she slugs into their room. “wake up sunshine, it’s almost noon and– shit–” finally, the ponytail comes loose– “i’m starving and you’re out of eggs.” she throws herself over the end of the bed with a muffled groan, waving the water bottle around listlessly and hoping to smack one of lilith’s legs through the covers with it.
lilith swore that they could take care of themselves. even when they were reckless and belligerent and on the verge of yet another arrest for public disturbance. of course, the night didn’t always end that way. somehow, someway, lilith almost always ended up with hwiyeon on the other end of their phone. a soft hiccup followed by slurred words, interrupted by lilith clearly in an argument with some random person.
“hwi” hiccup “i’m at a party” hiccup “i don’t know where my car is.” that was usually all it took and lilith’s own personal rescue team was on the way, which only consisted of hwiyeon, one of the very few people lilith would never admit to trusting with their whole life.
the night ended just the same any other. hwiyeon, who had become a professional at taming a wild lilith, would bring them home. lilith would waste no time falling face first onto their bed and diving into one of the deepest slumbers anyone could ever experience. lilith liked to call them “the closest thing to death” since it was the only time they were actually numb to any and all feelings.
lilith grumbled at the feeling of their bed sinking in and rolled over onto their stomach. lilith brought their blankets up to cover their face in an attempt to block out the brightness of the room. “too early.” lilith groaned, soon dozing back off. lilith kicked their leg when something hard smacked against it. “go eat. pancake.” they mumbled. “hwi...there’s pizza in the fridge leave’m lone.”
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