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When Agustín wakes up, it’s with a loud groan as he lets out a defeated gasp. There’s a sluggish, tense feeling in his body, and he has a nightmarish headache that he swears is on the verge of killing him. There’s also an ache all over his torso, his shoulders and his neck, and when he turned around in bed he groaned at the sudden, bruising pain that took him by surprise. It only lasted for a few seconds, but the area still felt tired in a sense he couldn’t quite place his current state.
While all of these feelings were torturous, they were to be expected after the events that had transpired yesterday.
Agustín and Julieta had treated themselves to a wine night, just the two of them. There had been fresh strawberries and a fine romantic meal, and one bottle of red wine turned into two, and the two of them had quickly gotten carried away when the warmth of the wine tinted their cheeks in red.
It had been a wonderful night, filled with tons of laughter, and pleasant flirting that became more and more suggestive as the night went on. Soon the dinner had been left completely forgotten, as well as the bottles, and the two of them had truly gotten carried away and lost in each other's touches. It had been a delightful evening he wouldn’t regret, even if the aftermath left him with a terrible headache.
He found some relief in the fact that his hangover would be cured the moment he got some of Julieta’s food, though. It was a magical perk so few people could take for granted.
Julieta was not in bed beside him, which was a pretty normal occurrence since she was usually the one to make breakfast. And by the sun shining in through the bedroom window, he guessed it was about time.
Agustín turned around in bed again, ignoring the beating pain in his head as he reached for his glasses. When he put them on, he tried to squint at the clock on the wall, and his suspicions were confirmed. It was time to go and have breakfast. Everyone would probably already be sitting down at the table by now, and he suspected the only reason Julieta hadn’t come and woken him up was that she figured out he would need a little extra sleep.
He made a mental note to go pick some flowers for her because of the kind gesture. Julieta was such a sweet and kind woman, and Agustín was honored over the fact that he was her husband.
He slowly counts to ten, mentally trying to prepare himself for getting out of bed and standing up. When he’s at seven, he decides to start over since he doesn’t feel like he will be ready in just three more numbers, all of his body feeling so exhausted. If he had it his way, he would stay in bed and just sleep for a few hours until this all wore off, but he knew that one unpleasant walk down to the kitchen would get rid of the hangover much faster. Just one bite of an arepa and he would be cured, so it would be worth it in the end.
When he gets to ten the second time, he manages to pull himself up, and he lets out a groan when he realizes he’s naked and needs to get dressed. Another step in the way until he’s finally cured.
Agustín quickly puts on a pair of pants, biting his lower lip as his head spins slightly, and then grabs the first shirt he can see from his wardrobe, not bothering to button it all the way up. That’s something he could do later, right now he needed food, and no one would die over some exposed skin. Félix always had his shirts open like this, after all, and no one had complained so far.
Just to double check, he walks into Julieta’s private kitchen to see if there’s any leftover arepas there for his emergency stash, but no, it’s empty. Julieta must have taken it in the morning when she woke up in order to heal herself before she went down to start making arepas for the rest of the town.
Yes, he would simply need to manage to walk down to the kitchen. Just a few more minutes and it would all feel better.
Finally he leaves his room, and after making his way down the stairs without falling over (he thanked Casita for having his back when he wasn’t in a state to walk properly), the dining room was finally within reach. The smell of breakfast is in the air, and it makes his stomach growl and his mouth water.
When he gets into the kitchen, he doesn’t notice how the pleasant conversations suddenly end, or that all eyes are on him. He doesn’t notice all the wide eyes and the terrified expression on Alma’s face, or the disgusted one on Bruno’s. He simply sits down on the table, giving everyone a yawn.
“Good morning.”
That’s when Pepa and Félix burst into laughter, unable to look away from him. And that’s when Agustín starts to suspect something is wrong.
“Good morning indeed,” Pepa says. “Looks like you had fun last night.”
“Glad you had a good time, hombre.”
“What…?” Agustín asks, still too confused to understand what was so funny with this. He was clearly hungover, and everyone would be able to see that. So why would they laugh and say that he had a good time when it felt like his head was killing him? He looks over at Bruno and Alma to see if they had any answers, but they look just as horrified, and a weird tension fills the air until Bruno finally speaks.
“Are you okay? That… looks like it hurts. I am honestly terrified for your safety when it comes to Julieta now.”
“What are you talking about?”
There’s silence for a full ten seconds, before Pepa finally speaks up.
“Agustín, you are covered in lovebites. There’s so many that it looks like one big gigantic bruise all over your neck and your chest.”
“Mierda.”
He feels his cheeks heat up from embarrassment as he places a hand on his neck, and just as he suspected he suddenly felt the familiar pain of touching a bruise. He gulps in fear, and suddenly understands the terrified look on Bruno and Alma’s faces.
Alma’s face. His mother in law.
His mother in law was currently seeing him covered in tons of lovebites.
Before he has any time to give everyone a panicked apology, Julieta enters the dining room, holding a plate of arepas. The moment she sees him and their eyes lock, he sees how her face pales and the sound of metal hitting the tiles echo through the room as she drops the plate of arepas on the floor. He watches as she grabs one of the floor, sprints up to him and violently shoves it into his mouth in pure panic, while Pepa and Félix laugh the entire time.
The next second, he feels the magical relief flood over him as his headache disappears, and the slight pain in his neck and chest as well. Julieta curses the entire time, clearly as flustered as she was.
“Ay Agustín! You can’t just waltz down like that?”
“And why is that?” Pepa asks in a teasing tone. “Doesn’t señorita perfecta Julieta want everyone to know that she’s a biter?”
“If you say another word, you’re dying in your sleep tonight, Josefina Madrigal.”
What follows is pure chaos as Julieta embarrassingly starts to bicker with his sister. Félix is still laughing, and Agustín just wants a hole to open up and swallow him whole as Alma and Bruno’s horrified stares are burned into his brain.
“She’s not hurting you, is she?” Alma suddenly asks, and Agustín’s cheeks heat up once more as he frantically begins to shake his head. He hears the slight concern in her voice, and he appreciates that she wants to check in on him to make sure that everything is okay, even if this was an embarrassing conversation he wouldn’t want to have. But he has to reassure her that Julieta isn’t doing anything wrong.
“No, she’s not. Well, she technically is if you think about it, but don’t worry, it’s all consensual. I… like when she does that.”
“Why did I even ask?”