“What do you wanna do now?”

The unforgiving hard wood floor of your living room dug into your back as you lay spread-eagled across it, with the book you had been reading for the last hour lay, book-marked, on your stomach. You felt a shift under your head as Jisoo put down his own book and propped himself up on his elbows to see you more clearly, your head rolled to the side slightly as your pillow (his stomach) began to tilt as he got up from his lying position.

“I don’t know, do you want to watch a film or something?” He smiled down at you through his glasses as you scrunched your nose in thought, “Nah, we’ve watched, like, a thousand films in the last week.” Joshua chuckled at your exaggeration before moving to get up, jostling you more until your head hit the floor. You groaned in annoyance after the dull thud it made and whined up at him,

“Whoever calls you the gentleman of Seventeen is a mistaken, bewitched by your evil charms.” You ignored his gasp of mock protest with a mischievous giggle. You didn’t move to follow him as he left the room though, you were too tired from doing… well... nothing really. It had been a lazy day, made up of a lie-in, breakfast in bed and then lunch in bed before you both dragged yourselves out to face the day (aka reading on the floor until your eyes hurt), it left you so relaxed that you didn’t want to move, you smiled to yourself in contentment but that began to fade as your, once warm, neck began to get cold.

“Josh I’m dyyiiinngg! What kind of boyfriend isn’t there to be their girlfriend’s pillow?” you pouted in mock-annoyance but smirked as you heard soft footsteps padding towards you, looking up, you saw Josh holding his guitar and your ukulele. He gently put both instruments on the sofa next to you and moved to stand at your feet, holding out a hand to help you sit up; you contemplated ignoring him and lying down for even more of your day, but you took his hand in the end, your back was beginning to ache. He handed you your uke before grabbing his guitar and moving to sit next to you with his legs crossed; you both sat for a while, plucking the strings lightly, thinking of a song to play. After a while, you shifted so your back was against your boyfriend’s, leaning yourself into the natural curve of his back,

“What? Do you hate looking at me that much?” you smiled up at the ceiling, plucking a few more strings, “Exactly, who would want to look at your disgusting face? You stopped being my pillow and your eyes are extremely distracting.” There was silence as Josh stopped playing for a moment. You didn’t see it but he smiled to himself before picking a chord and quietly strumming it, you echoed it and soon you were making your own music; after ten minutes of seemingly random chord sequences, you both soon got a chorus and began humming along to it, creating harmonies and adding little words here and there.

As the sounds of the last chord faded away, you put your ukulele down and turned around to drape yourself over your boyfriend, your arms crossed over his shoulders as your head rested next to his. You turned to look at his side profile, following the curl of his lips with your eyes and feeling a soft smile creep its way onto your face. All the while, Joshua was focused on trying to perfect some complicated plucking that he’d been working on, you marvelled at his quick fingers for a while before turning back to kiss his cheek quickly,

“Ah, so she likes me now?” He chuckled, ceasing his plucking and trying to catch a glimpse of you in the corner of his eye, you nodded into his shoulder,” Well, I decided that if I never looked at your horrifyingly distracting eyes, I’d miss them. It is entirely for my own preservation.” You concluded.

“Well, I for one am glad to hear that. I can’t even imagine not seeing your face every day anymore.” He said it in such a nonchalant way that had you struggling for words for a minute, a smile threatening to appear on your face at his sweet words, you leant more forward and kissed him on the side of the mouth, the only area you could reach from your angle.

“I think I’ll keep you.” You decided out loud, resting your chin back on your elbow and grinning at Josh’s slightly parted lips and face that seemed slightly pinker than before, you reached down and began lightly strumming the guitar from above, trying and failing to re-create the chords upside down from Jason Mraz’s ‘I’m yours’. The chords were really simple so Jisoo caught on quickly, moving the capo up to make sure both of your voices would fit the tune; you moved your arms to wrap around Joshua’s waist and let your chin fall onto his shoulder, relishing in the warmth he provided while you sang the tune.

So this is what contentment is?

You sighed, melting more and more into Jisoo’s back, falling, slowly, into the clutches of sleep.

Joshua could feel your weight growing heavier and heavier but endured it a little longer until his back began to hurt at the angle created. He slowly placed his guitar down and shuffled around so he was facing you; he propped you up and looked at your face, soft with sleep, and sniggered at how your mouth fell open slightly and your head rolled forward. He moved forward so your head was resting on his shoulder again and his front was pressed against yours, he reached down to hold under your legs, trying not to laugh at the fact you had fallen asleep kneeling down, and braced himself slightly before picking you up.

Now upright, Joshua looked at the clock on the wall,” We really have wasted a day huh?” he muttered to you in a whisper before carrying you to your bedroom -being careful of the instruments on the floor and making a mental note to pick them up later on. You muttered incoherently into his shoulder and Jisoo adjusted you in his hold,” If you are awake, you can make your own way to bed.” He sighed slightly but with a smile on his lips, you shook your head into his shoulder and huffed out a breath of air, wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t get any ideas about putting you down. You hid your smirk as your boyfriend accepted defeat, beginning the short journey once more to the bedroom. You lightly rubbed your nose against the soft cotton of Joshua’s shirt,

“It was a day well wasted though.” You both thought to yourselves.

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A/N I hope you enjoyed, this was a Bday present for one of my main commenter's friend. I have been buried under A levels and so this may be it for a little while but I hope you don't forget about me.

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