❝ — ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ
there’s something about waking up in a comfy bed completely not her own that is—oddly, so—pleasing as hell. although maybe it’s just because of the fact that she’s currently—technically—on a vacation. away from the busy city and work and obligations and—nightmares that occasionally drops by like an unwanted relative during the fall season. soojung resists the urge to wince within the arms of her sleeping boyfriend—she doesn’t really have any relatives left that would drop on by, now does she?—face burying into the crook of his neck for a long moment before she pulls away with a decisive huff.
times for sulking should have been left behind a long time ago.
or at least, not when they’re on vacation.
it is with that in mind that the telekinetic draws herself away the dangerously warm and welcoming (in which it almost hurts to pull away from) embrace of her boyfriend’s to slip off the bed and get dressed and maybe—well she hasn’t thought of what to do beyond getting dressed yet, but she’ll think of something.
something along the lines of going out and grabbing breakfast for the whole group of friends she has sleeping in (something tells her jinri—her early riser due to an unforgivable onslaught of nightmares buddy—didn’t even come back last night), that is.
however, even she didn’t expect the scene that greets her upon opening the door—or rather, the snowball—
“y—yah!”
the telekinetic can only sputter.