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Morning, and Seo Hoyun wakes up first thing by almost suffocating, face buried in his husband's chest. It takes a long moment before he realises and turns to finally breathe fresh air, and gather the willpower to get up, which he does after a fair moment of seconds, shuffling to get away from Iwol, before slowly shifting to sit up, and standing silently to make sure he doesn't hear a peep. He's almost succeeded, until arms clamp around his legs, snaking up to his waist and then pull him down with power that doesn't suit a guy who's half-asleep.
"Iwol." Hoyun speaks, having given up on silence the moment he was caught and trapped in something with more surveillance than a prison. Hair brushes against him, and he looks to the side to realise Iwol's cheek is pressed against the indent of his waist, just above his hips. "Iwol." He repeats, slightly louder and higher in volume, maybe a little more forceful. "I have to get up."
"No.." Iwol speaks, tone breaking out in a whine and a murmur unintelligible to Hoyun himself. "Come back to bed, sleep..." And, after waiting a few seconds longer, Hoyun attempts to stand again, only this time he forgot about how much Iwol works out, and so this time he faces the full force of strength, practically tossed back down like a rag doll.
"Kim Iwol.." Hoyun begins, voice dropping to an icy note even when his back is pressed to Iwol's chest, and no matter how much he tries to move around, it's practically impossible. His call is met with a murmur. "Iwol, I have a schedule."
"Don't care. The world might end if you get up."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?"
"If you leave me right now, the world might end... I'm not lying." Iwol pouts, his face pressing into Hoyun's neck, words sending chilling vibrations.
"Yeah, but the world can end and I wouldn't care, I do care about my schedule, though. And you should care about yours."
"Hoyun...."
"..."
"We don't even have time for each other these days, when was the last time we got to cuddle?" At the thought, Hoyun mulls for a slight moment before he speaks.
"Around a week ago."
"Please just this once.. Just call in sick..."
Hoyun hates how easily he gives in to such unreasonable demands, sighing as his attempts of escape loses strength and finally he just lays there, silent. He can hear a hum from Iwol, who obviously seems happy, and closes his eyes to get more rest. It's warm, he thinks.