† Sunday Mornings || Zico-Cassius
"You underestimate me~" Zico’s voice was low and tired but it was more calm and relaxed now that they had left the noisy cafe. He had never been to Cassius’s apartment before and he didn’t think he could get there so easily. Yeah, they were friends, but they still had a lot to learn about eachother, plus they had never gone out or drunk something togheter, you know, the usual stuff that friends do, until that moment they just met eachother when Zico came to visit the other’s cafe. That’s why Jiho wondered why the man trusted him so much to let him go in his apartment. What if it was just a trick for the blonde to sneak in his house and steal his most treasured goods? Or what if he wanted something else now that they had some privacy? Zico let out a small chuckle as he decided not to give any sound to his thoughts and keep them to himself, he was too tired to think about some jokes of his.
"I don’t act like a child at all" A small smile appeared on his face as he stepped in Cassius’s room and turned around to look at the other. That smile easily showed the angel he knew the truth very well. He did act like a child, always. Cassius knew it, and he knew it as well. But how should he act? "Thanks dude… really" This time the blonde’s words were thruthful instead -for once. His blue eyes locked at the angel’s frame walking away for a few seconds before he turned around and lay on the bed, swallowing one more painkiller Cassius had given him -as if he could usually sleep without taking one of them. Obviously, he fell asleep a few minutes later.
How much time passed after he opened his eyes again? Two hours? Or maybe five? Anyway, Jiho needed some time to realize where he was and why he was there. First of all, that wasn’t his room.. oh god who the hell did he fuck this time— No, wait “… Fuck!” As soon as he understood the situation he buried his face back on the pillow. He was lucky noone could see him in that moment, because he was so embarrassed of himself and disappointed he would have yelled if he could. He bet he looked so pitiful to Cassius.. and probably to the other costumers as well, and he hated that. He hated when he was different from his usual happy and funny self.
Finally, Jiho got up, after he checked himself at the mirror and styled his hair up a bit to look at least decent. He had to find Cassius now, wondering how the fuck he could thank the angel after he had been so kind to him. He opened the door of the room to sneak out and look around, but there was noone but himself. Then he remembered, Cassius was at the cafe, right? After realizing that he ran downstairs while he grabbed his phone to check how much he had slept.
And fuck, it was five in the afternoon.
