'stay wild moon child’
@ncdoyeon
the first thought that permeates jiyong's mind as soon as he's suitably conscious is the need for more alcohol. which is bad because as memories begin filling his head, he's pretty sure he stayed out all night last night drowning himself with it. sure enough, opening his eyes confirms his hangover, the pounding and throbbing in his head too heavy to ignore. his eyes hurt, his fingers hurt, his left leg hurts, and his tongue feels like a fuzzball.
he peeks his eyelids open, squinting at the brightness of the sunshine streaming in through his window and even though there isn't much there, it still feels like the sun has visited his apartment. he groans lowly in his throat, trying to shift a little bit to roll over before realizing that his right leg is pinned under something and has fallen asleep. he looks down to see a sleeping beauty, curled up on the corner bottom of his impressively small bed, her body trapping his leg underneath her.
he growls even though he feels no frustration. if anything, doyeon is pretty cute in a tiny puppy dog type of way. funny though, she doesn't feel like a puppy dog at the moment, much too heavy. he tries to shift a bit more, get her to wake up and roll off him but she only stirs a little and clings tighter onto his leg.
"yah, i'm not a stuffed pillow, let me go..." his voice is crackly and broken, not a pretty sound. he reaches down to her head, poking her hair a little bit before trying to tickle her neck to wake her up. she's turned away from him so he can't see her face properly, but he can tell she's coming back to the world now. "oppa needs his leg back, wild child."
he smirks. one thing he suddenly remembers about last night is the henna tattoo she got on her back-- her lower back which had been an interesting choice made entirely by her (mostly)-- so he reaches down even further, shifting downwards, to pull up the back of her t-shirt just a bit, just to check. yup, still there. "my little wild girl," he smiles with approval.
