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sunoo never wanted his day to start off so sour. he had just woken and expected a soft and fluffy morning with his cute boyfriend, riki.
by the time sunoo realized the younger was oversleeping his alarm, sunoo went straight to action.
sitting softly on the edge, caressing riki’s thigh- a way to sooth him. sunoo knew riki hated mornings.
he hated the light, work, earliness. everything. so having to wake the younger-who would most likely be pissed- was a strong task to take upon.
sunoo wasn’t scared of his boyfriend. he found him more cute than anything scary. his fluffy curly black hair falling over his eyes.
sunoo loved when his boyfriend stopped trying to look all tough. thought, he was a freshman in college.
sunoo ran his slender fingers through the tangled curls of the younger, softly grazing the scalp.
“riki~” sunoo slurred out once, low in a whisper. riki wasn’t known to be a deep sleeper.
no movement indicated from the younger, sunoo gave it another chance.
“riki.” sunoo said louder, with more force even. riki shuffled under the touch.
sunoo didn’t expect riki to yank his hand off of his head. “leave me alone.” riki mumbled into the thin pillow.
after a few moments riki spoke again, “tired.. leave.” riki pressed again, rolling onto his side.
“baby, come on. you can’t be late, you’re a freshman. this is a bad look already.” sunoo reasoned.
this time riki rose his head, turning to face the older male. “dont baby me. i don’t care, i can be late all i want and the professors won’t do shit ‘bout it.”
that’s where the argument started.
-
riki walked away to his third class of the day. he spent first getting ready and second getting food.
he didn’t mean to be such a snob earlier. morning riki is a riki you don’t want to have an encounter with.
he didn’t mean anything he said to his baby (sunoo). he was just pissy and tired.
riki hoped to run into the older in the halls, that was something he could keep hoping for.
he knew he had a small probability of seeing sunoo in the halls.
sunoo was a sophomore!
plus they were opposites and signed up for the things they truly wanted.
riki knew he looked miserable today. mopping around with his shoulders slump like he was arisu from alice in borderland or something.
the guilt he’s carrying is heavier than a backpack full of bricks.
-
sunoo fell back onto the bed. he’s tired and scared.
he doesn’t know how he’s gonna confront his boyfriend.
he doesn’t know what to do.
so he settles on taking care of himself till he hears the front door open.
-
sunoo lays on his side, making sure to purposely face his back toward the bedroom door (he’s still salty).
he would usually wear something he knew his boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off. something like riki’s shirt and short shorts.
or a strappy skimmy top and no bottoms at all.
but tonight he’s not all for that. he threw on some old matching pajama set, making sure the piece contained a long sleeve shirt, along with pants.
he flinched when the door opened. “hey pretty baby.” riki called out. sunoo didn’t answer and left it at that.
sunoo knew the younger held that confused hurt look that made sunoo crumble and pull the boy into a hug.
not today.
riki made his way to the bathroom.
sunoo let out the unrealized breathe and picked his phone up.
-
riki stared at the older from the entrance. what was his problem?
is he still petty about this morning?
can’t be.
sunoo laid on the shared bed, face mask on and lights dimmed. looking as if he were on his way to sleep.
sunoo never went to bed without riki. it seems this time he really couldn’t wait.
riki made his way onto his spot, finding a comfortable position while also trying not to startle the older.
he’s sleep isn’t he?
riki moved closer to the back of sunoo, draping a long arm over the waist of him.
“i don’t want to be cuddled.” riki physically jumped at the unexpected words.
“excuse me?”
sunoo rolled his eyes, but still repeated: “ i dont want to touched right now, riki.”.
riki felt hurt. he really still held onto it.
“no way you’re still on this morning?” riki knew it sounded kind of rude. he didn’t care though.
“riki, you made me question our love with what you said.” sunoo finally had the confidence to hold eye contact with the younger.
“i obviously didn’t mean it baby!” riki’s face started to contort into all different ways.
“i don’t know riki.. just leave me alone.” riki watches as sunoo turned his head.
riki guessed this is what he deserved for being so rude to his love.
-
it was the middle of the night when sunoo heard sniffles.
his original plan was to go make salt water as he woke up with a sore throat.
now he’s here, watching the unaware younger cry into their shared pillows.
sunoo slowly reached a hand into the soft curls. he felt riki twitch under his palm.
“baby, i’m here.” sunoo assured. he didn’t know if he was making it worse.
riki let out a rather soft ‘hmm’ as sunoos finger tips rubbed against his scalp.
it was sad how regular this was.
it always stared over something small, then insults and curses violently hit the air, then it would turn into a cute make-up session or make-up sex instead.
they never knew what they were getting.
but it never ended in crying.
sunoo felt arms wrap around his waist and acted quickly. he lay with the younger, wrapping his own arms around him, tighter even.
the rushed apologies came out fast and raw. just a bunch of muffled ‘i’m sorries.’ and ‘i should’ve never said that.’
“you’re okay riki.” sunoo soothed again and again till he felt light breathing against himself.
soon he’d here little snores.
sunoos tired. he seriously is.
but he can’t himself to leave the lanky boy he’s embraced with.