*Strokes your hair*
she doesn’t realize that she’s dozed off until it happens. they’d been sitting on iljoon’s couch, playing some movie that the male had been uncharacteristically eager to watch. iljoon was never one to be so jubilant about anything in all the years she’d known him, but he’d been raving about seeing this particular film with such joy in his eyes that yoona couldn’t have said no even if she wanted to ( and she wanted to, so badly ). so she’d agreed on the condition that he order in chicken and provide her with some cass lights, and he’d accepted in a heartbeat.
he’d given her approximately thirty seconds after her arrival at his apartment before his fingers had pressed the ‘play’ button and the movie had started. so she’d hustled to the couch, where he had already made himself comfortable, and was barely able to open a can of beer before the opening credits rolled in on his tv.
and she’d tried hard – she really had. but it was sci-fi ( “boys,” she’d thought to herself ), and the chicken was so warm, and the beer was making her drowsy, and it had been a long, tiring day.
she falls asleep midway, head lolling on the cushion of his couch.
she doesn’t know how she’s come to rest nestled by iljoon’s side. it’s apparent that he doesn’t really know either, too absorbed in whatever the hell is going on in that awful movie to have noticed her sleeping form inch closer. his hand is running through her hair mindlessly, eyes trained on the screen, and she eyes him for a little bit to try and get him to notice what he’s doing ( he doesn’t; he’s really invested ).
“oh, iljoon,” yoona deadpans, utterly unimpressed by her friend petting her like she’s a dog, “keep it up it feels so good i’m so turned on right now.” she feels iljoon jump in his seat at her words. almost frantic, his hand tries to detangle itself from her hair, but he catches a snag and pulls– “ow, you imbecile!”