hyvseob:
To say he was feeling rough was an understatement. Hyoseob’s hangover had kicked in with a vengeance and he refused to even open his eyes as the female navigated him to his apartment. As soon as they got in, he collapsed onto the couch, ready to pass out. Her voice cut though the silence and he let out a small groan. “The couch is good enough for me.”
❝The couch is fine when you’re not on the verge of possibly throwing up.❞ At least from experience and personally seeing other’s being intoxicated or roughly hung over. The couch was never a place to be resting on. Especially when it’s impossible to remove those stains of regret and disgust. Nonetheless, she’s crouching down with her hands pressing onto her thighs. Dull expression painting along her dark irises down to the rest of her face. Hana almost forgotten how impossible it is to get through people when their mind isn’t at the right place.
Inching in until her chin was pressing into the cushion of the couch. Glancing around his apartment complex out of curiosity since this was the first time she ever dropped by. ❝But the bed -- think of it. Warm sheets, soft pillows and I’ll even leave a water bottle besides you. Deal or nah?❞