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SONG     OF      THE      DAY     :
eyes locked, hands locked - rv

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"a—"

"can you stop fucking moaning?"

"do you expect me to laugh while you're putting— god— alcohol?"

the two walked home with youngho's scraped hand that bleed more than they expected. the landlord's distinct snores could be heard from a mile away so they had no potential threat to worry about.

after watching youtube tutorials and howto articles on how to properly do it (also bickering over his pain reaction and her shaky hands), the wound was successfully disinfected all inside her tiny bedroom. and bandaged. it was too big to be covered by her any of the dinosaur band aids she stashed.

"tell your jaehyun friend this is his worst idea yet," chia said, gathering the used materials with her back turned on the injured.

"his mind is weird. my fault for listening too."

her back

"can i?"

after approving in a heartbeat (touch starvation perhaps), his clothes lightly reeking of hugo boss perfume pleased her senses. it wasn't as strong as the ones her other hookups wore (a major turn off), nor was it equally soft as her own scents. just the appropriate amount of masculinity.

in the middle of their silent enjoyment, sunlight seeped from the windows, making chia click her tongue.

"man, the sun is up. i work in three hours."

"it's okay to miss out on a day. let's just stay at home."

"are you telling me to go awol?"

"just send your boss a heads up." 

"what would my reason be? 'hi sir, i can't go to work today. this guy won't stop . . . hugging me.'"

"if i were him, i'd excuse you."

"youngho."

"chia."

she stared at him from the side of her eyes, huffing from the inability to resist. "fine."

the thin silver chain seen on the nape of her neck caught his already drowsy eyes.

"oh, i almost forgot."

he unclasped her guitar pick necklace, then inserted a pendant resembling that of a zodiac cancer symbol. both snorted.

"i bribed my classmate for it."

"thank you . . . i guess."

she was bad at suppressing smiles. good thing they weren't facing each other.

the man already lay his forehead on her shoulder, breathing slowly turming into one with simultaneous snores. his arms were still around her shoulders, but this time, slack. he let go of the comfort of leaning on the wall only centimeters away from his back just to wrap his arms more around her.

"are we seriously sleeping like this?" she whisper yelled, tapping his leg to wake him up. "your back's gonna hurt."

youngho didn't move. "i'm with you anyway."

"that doesn't make sense—"

"shhh. good night, chia. loved today."

before letting him sleep any deeper, she asked, "will you show me the polaroids we took later?"

"mmmm."

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