Send me ┼ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on your muse.+ 19. Asleep.
There’s no denying the slight attachment she’s beginning to mold with people. Those who tend to treat her like she meant something more than temporary or some quick one night stand that was a regret during the early morning. Sungkyung wouldn’t admit it, whether or not it’s obvious by the way she acts around someone. Therefore, when time was on her side by how available she is after a couple of hours of working side by side with her boss. She swings a scarf loosely around her neck before heading out of the door once again in order to meet up with another.
Sungkyung always had a tendency to inform the latter to keep the door unlock so she wouldn’t have to wait outside by the front door, shivering with her cheeks displaying a soft shade of rose. When noticing the exact door to his residence, barely letting her knuckles greet the door to inform him that she was here. Stepping in as if she was home, toeing off her shoes to push it to the corner with her hand hiding behind the center of her back in order to lock the door securely.
❝Lover boy.❞ The nickname casually slides right out. No response was given. Momentarily the assumption of him disappearing without a word given to her crossed her thoughts, phone ending up on the palm of her hand to recheck her messages. There was a few given but none from him so she ends up walking down the hallway in order to reach the destination of his room in order to step inside. Giving the knob a firm twist before opening, sliding her frame into the comforts of where he usually is when she visits.
And she sees Jimin. Right there on the side of his mattress, arm dangling off absentmindedly and his bare back exposed despite the comforts messily scattered onto the bed. ❝Such an ass, always asleep.❞ Murmuring softly with her scarf carelessly tossed onto the chair inside his room, coat unbuttoned and falling right off her dainty shoulders to place it where the other article of cotton is. Approaching him with palms wrapped into the warmth of the sheets, tugging it off without caring too much about his reaction; if he was going to give her one.
❝You tell me visit and your lazy ass falls asleep, smooth you are.❞ Sungkyung continues on, speaking at her regular tone in attempt to purposely wake him up from the deep slumber he’s too engrossed in. Slowly with careful movements, knees sinking onto his sides before inching in to press her chest against his back, sheets covering their bodies this time with her lazy gaze focused on his face. ❝Jimin.❞ And it isn’t too often she calls him by his name. Giving into it by pressing her face into his shoulder, lips parting to place a playful bite into the skin before murmuring a quick goodnight upon it, eyes fluttering closed in order to rest with him.