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Black Paradise
R/N: I have nothing to say except when I wrote this chapter, I had NO idea what to include in it. So this is literally just me thinking on the spot and writing whatever ok I hope this works out ^^;; Enjoy!~
Chanhee pried his eyes open. The first thing he saw was the tray of food resting on the table, from when Changhyun had brought it. Turning his head lazily to the side, he noted that it was nine in the morning.
The blanket on him seemed to be securely fastened around him, which was odd since when he slept, he had a habit of kicking it onto the floor. He shifted to get up, when he felt a weight on his shoulder, and something resting on his stomach. Looking down, he saw an arm on his stomach, the hand lightly gripping on the side of his grey shirt. He looked to the right, and saw Byunghun lying beside him. Or rather, on him, his head resting on Chanhee’s shoulder.
The younger boy’s eyes were closed, his breath occasionally tickling Chanhee’s collarbone. For someone who didn’t want to sleep on the same bed as me, he sure is snuggling up.
It was a Saturday morning, so he debated whether or not he should wake up the other. But then a thought ran through his mind: If I wake him up and he sees himself draped on me, he’ll get flustered. Chanhee wanted to see if the younger would even go as far as blush. He wasn’t sure why, and what motive he had behind it, but regardless he poked Byunghun’s forehead once.
Nothing.
“Byunghun it’s nine AM. It’s time to get up,” Chanhee said.
Still nothing.
“Aish…yah!” Chanhee shouted, tugging at a handful of the pink-haired male’s locks. Immediately, the arm that rested on Chanhee’s stomach rose and slapped Chanhee’s arm away.
“Jeez you’re loud…What is—” Byunghun muttered, slowing opening his eyes. He saw the crook of Chanhee’s neck in front of him. His body tensed at the contact with the other boy, and immediately jerked away from him. “Oh God…I’m sorry I didn’t know I was…okay,” Byunghun stammered, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
Chanhee cackled, sitting upright before getting out of the bed. Byunghun grumbled nonsense and got up, before cursing, squeezing his eyes shut as he put a palm on his lower back. Chanhee, who had witnessed this, eyed the younger curiously, walking up to him. “You okay?”
Byunghun opened an eye to glare at the male in front of him, flicking his forehead. “Do I look okay to you? Goddammit,”
Chanhee bit his lower lip from laughing, trying to maintain composture. Grumpy Byunghun was amusing, especially in the morning after embarrassing himself. “I’ll help you, come on.” It was only then that Byunghun realized the wide-open door. A sigh of relief left his body. The older male had went behind Byunghun, removing the hand the younger had placed on his back and replacing it with his own. He put his other hand on the younger’s waist. “Do you think you can walk? I’m not carrying you,” Chanhee sneered, gently pushing Byunghun forward.
Byunghun hated to admit it to himself, but having Chanhee help him walk definitely made it easier. Together, the two had managed to walk out of the room and down the hall, stopping before the two flights of stairs that separated them from the first floor. The faint sound of Changhyun humming to what sounded like So Cool by Sistar could be heard drifting from the kitchen. Bravely, despite the fact that his lower back still ached, Byunghun took the first step down and nearly cursed. Hissing, he couldn’t even bring his other leg into the descending step. “Goddammit that hurts,”
Chanhee sighed from behind him. This was going to be a lot more difficult then walking down the hall. “Okay, Byunghun. We’re just going to go down the stairs in one shot, okay? Don’t stop until we’re at the bottom,”
“Wait Chanhee I—” Byunghun interrupted his sentence with his own squeak of surprise as he felt Chanhee pushing him. Almost on command, the younger’s feet went step after step. The surprise had temporarily masked the pain, until Byunghun landed with his feet on the first floor. Chanhee had stepped down as well, his hands still on the younger’s back and waist. Byunghun was in a fit-ful of complaints about how much his back hurt.
The sound of feet clattering against the hard wood floor echoed into the hall way, until Changhyun, wearing a blue apron, stood in front of the two boys. But both of them hadn’t noticed, too busy arguing.
“If you had just gone on the bed from the beginning, this wouldn’t be happening, you moron!”
“You were taking up the whole bed, fat ! How was I supposed to just wiggle my way on there?!”
“Asking never hurt anybody, Byunghun. How can you be that stupid?”
Changhyun stood there, eyes wide and moving his head back and forth between Byunghun and Chanhee as each spoke retorts to the other. “Did you guys do it on my bed?!”
Byunghun closed his open mouth that was ready to spit out another remark.
Chanhee furrowed his brows and eyed Changhyun.
“No, Changhyun, we didn’t have .”
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