✷;Plotonically ; Boyoung & Sungjae;✷
Boyoung didn't mean to, but a combination of her lack of sleep, the warm sun, and the cool breeze skating across the lawn had lulled her into a nap under one of her favorite trees. It was situated close enough to her dorm that she never had to go too far but far enough that it was genuinely quite peaceful and she rarely got disturbed by passerby. Her sunglasses were propped halfway down her nose, sliding down the bridge of her nose as she snoozed in the shade. One arm was folded under her head, acting as a makeshift pillow, the other draped over her stomach.
Her breath came out of her in deep, heavy streams, no sound being emitted but very nearly so. She was completely dead to the world in that moment, but basking in warm peace. Her worries about getting her work done and studying and pleasing all of her professors so that, by the end of her final year, she would have plenty of options for references, were all gone. Nothing but the sun and the chirps and the sleep filled her, until, that was, she felt something large and heavy come down against her gut with a force that made her groan. Her eyes flung open, looking for who it was that would disturb her in such a way.