Send me a ✘ for my muse’s reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.
He hummed a cheery tune as he padded towards the kitchen - yawning softly as almost bumped into the glass door separating the kitchen from the rest of the apartment; but it’s the messy splay of hair on the arm chair of his couch that has him reeling.
It looked like a dead body—
Making sure to be as quiet as possible - what if it was a burglar?! — but burglars don’t break into houses to steal things and fall asleep in said house, right?
Shaking off his stupid thoughts, he peeked over the back of the sofa, holding his breath as he was greeted with the sight of —
"NOONA?! What on earth are you doing here?! WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE THAT?!" He yelled out, hands flying to cover his eyes, running around the couch to grab the blanket he had strewn over for when watching TV and throwing it on top of Sohee’s body instead - how dare she come taint his eyes with that skimpy outfit — was it even considered clothes?! They barely covered anything!
He watched with a small pout on his lips, cheeks puffed up in defiance as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching her stir under the blankets; “You have a lot of explaining to do, Noona!”