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@cvtaemin , @cvyoongi
she had hoped that going to watch the meteor shower and getting smashed would cheer him up - would cheer her up. it left them both mostly drunk, and handsy, and prone to complaints. the unease of the night had not helped a whole lot either, frankly. so its no suprise she wakes now to the pounding of her temples, soft skin against her cheek. she peeks her eyes open careful to find early morning sunlight streaming into a bedroom that is all too familiar, taemin sleeping peaceful beside her. she lays her head back down against his shoulder with a groan, winds an arm around his waist and lets her lips pull into a pout, whining wordlessly in complaint.
she dozes contentedly enough for a few more minutes, until her headache twinges a little, until her senses fuzz slightly, briefly, before sharpening once more, and she blames it on the hangover. fuck my head hurts, he murmurs beside her and she grins slightly, "mine too, i blame you, you should know that." there's a moment of quiet, sleepy and languid before her brows knit slightly, because now that she considers it, she isn't sure that she actually heard him say anything - didn't hear the rasp of his voice or feel the shift of his chest beneath her cheek. she lifts her head to look at him, a hint of confusion in her expression, which she finds mirrored in his own. "the fuck?"