The time.

What time is it, exactly? It's the first thing that crosses Haebyeol's mind as she stirs awake the next morning (or.. was it already after noon?). Her eyelids flutter lightly, dark pupils traveling to the window in the small corner of the unfamiliar room. Surrounded by the dark navy walls, she sees through the small glass panels of the window that it's still grey out. There are small droplets of water trailing down the glass pane, and it seems as if the storm had finally passed, leaving only morning dew and cold wintery breezes. She's on her side, then, moving slightly... but with difficulty, as there is a skinny, yet firm, arm wrapped securely around the base of her small stomach, holding her down with its surprisingly heavy weight.

He's sleeping.

His luscious locks of dirty-blonde hair, crawling over his delicate features in thin, raspy wisps of gold; his face is pleasant and tranquil; eyelids are fluttered shut, unmoving, barely blinking. His nose is slightly crinkled as he stirs slightly, taking in Haebyeol's vaguely sweet, rosy aroma. His lips part slightly, but there are no signs of him waking. Haebyeol wonders if she should inch away and get dress; but then again, it isn't like she had anything in particular she had to do. Style promotions had finished ages ago (just two weeks past), and their isn't really a comeback being planned; she had no practice, as it was a Sunday, and the girls were probably off in their own lands, with their own lives.
Haebyeol still wasn't sure exactly how much of the day she'd slept away already, anyways. And it was rainy, so when she tried to pull the covers off of her petite figure, she shivered substantially, instantaneously crawling back into the secure shields of the duvet covers. Staying curled up in a warm bed sounded good, she thought to herself complacently.

Her mind went blank, then. But then again, a shower did sound quite grand, as well.

Her hair was a tangled mess, and the hot water would keep her warm enough. Her face contorted with stubborn defeat, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she felt her brain click to its immutable decision. Carefully, she edges backwards, careful not to disturb her doll-like lover from his sleep. She's almost free. Just a few more inches and --

She's suddenly pulled back in, his arms wrapping tighter around her as it pulls her closer to his chest. His eyes are still closed as he mumbles something incoherent; maybe he's not awake.. or entirely asleep, but.. not entirely awake either?

"What?" she murmurs quietly, leaning in to peek at him from behind her long eyelashes.

There was silence for a moment.

"Cold..."

Haebyeol smiles affectionately, her hand running through the wisps of his golden hair. "Stay in bed, then," she told him. "I'm just gonna take a shower, is all." She turns from him, removing his arms almost forcefuly. From behind her, she hears a groan, which prompts her to stop. His voice is less groggy when he utters a tired, "No." He shifts closer to her, and it seems of if he's finally coming to his senses.

His lips meet Haebyeol's , laying soft, butterfly-like pecks across her shoulder blades. "It's warmer if you just stay," he mumbles, curling both his strong arms back around her. And she's back to square one -- or in this case, position one.. which was back, pressed up against his chest. "It's too early anyways," he states, nuzzling her neck tenderly. Haebyeol rolled her eyes at this, scolding him, "It could be noon, Lu.."

"Still too early..."

For once, she wished there were a clock. But Lu Han didn't believe in clocks. Time was a spontaneous thing for him -- another childish characteristic that made him seem more like a five-year-old than the true 22-year-old he was. The two are in silence, laying on the bed as they engross themselves in one another's presence. The light pitter patter of rainfall commences, serving as a backtrack. Her eyes flutter shut, as she decides to stay in bed for a few more moments. A shower would be nice, she noted, but this was most definitely nicer.

She feels his fingers crawl up the back of her neck, playing with her messy hair; her head leans back to meet with his firm shoulder. Minutes pass by quickly, still lacking words -- but it wasn't as if they were needed anyhow. "..I really need to get up, though," she voices, disrupting their tranquility.
"But why?" Lu Han whines. "It's cold and gross and rainy. Why would you want to leave a nice warm bed and your awesomely hot, gorgeous man?" His joke cracks a smile upon her delicate features.

"I still need a shower," she whispers complacently. 

"Yeah, I bet you do, after last night." She flushes at his words, her cheeks growing substantially pink when he nips at the lobes of her ear. "Dirty girl," he whispers seductively.
"'Kay, that's it," she giggles, throwing herself out of his hands. She yanks herself away vehemently, stepping out of the comfort of the bed. "I'm showering. Final."
He whines immaturely, a pout gracing his supple lips. "Can I come?"
She turns around, seeing him sitting up in bed. Haebyeol flashes Lu Han a devious smile, lifting a brow as she emerges out into the hall. "Only if you can catch me.. Ready, set --"

And before she can even utter "go", the blankets are tossed off the bed, the pillows abandoned, and Lu Han has already leapt out of bed, chasing his feverish lover down the halls.