X: Spam

                                    

                                          
Makseun P.o.V
                          
I woke slowly, rubbing my eyes with my right hand as I couldn't move my left one. I turn my head and see that my arm is pinned down by a lilac tuft of hair. I smile slightly, watching his shoulders rise and fall as he breathed. 
                          
He rolled over, grunting quietly, and ran his hand over his face, breathing in deeply and suddenly. He brought his knees up to his chest, curling off of my arm and yawning. I move my arm and sit up, stretching and yawning too. He looks up at the sound if my yawn, confusion obvious in his tired eyes. "Morning..." He mumbled in a deep, sleepy voice, trying to rub the sleep from his face. 
                          
He looks so cute. His cheeks seem chubby and his lips pouty, his hair was a mess and his eyes were squinted. The hoodie he wore was twisted around his stomach and pulled part way up and the legs of his joggers were scrunched up and pulled part way up his calves. 
                          
"Morning." I reply, voice gruff and hoarse. I clear my throat and push off the blanket, sliding my feet onto the floor and forcing myself to stand. I shiver at the cold air hitting my skin but don't bother trying to warm myself up. I walk to the kitchen and do myself a glass of water, downing it thirstily as I hadn't drank at all last night and my throat was dry. I refill the glass and walk back into the room, running a hand through my undoubtedly messy hair as I drink some more water. "Hey... What... What happened last night? What was all that about?"
                          
Yoongi looked up at me for a moment and sighed, looking down at his hands. "Nothing. Forget it happened." He said bluntly, licking his lips and getting to his feet. He walked to the window as he pulled his hoodie down over his stomach, and looked out at the city. "The storms passed. That's good, I won't be walking back in the rain." He chuckled. 
                          
"Hyung, are you afraid of thunder?" I say quietly, putting my drink down. He doesn't say anything but his head drops. "You are, aren't you?"
                          
He sighed. "And what if I am?" He muttered, not turning to look at me and continuing to gaze out of the window. He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Always have been, always will be."
                          
I smile. That's cute. "Its just noise, surely being a world famous Kpop star you're used to louder noises?"
                          
He turns his head and looks at me from the corner of his eye. "Yes, but not all noises I hear on stage are the result of thousands of watts of electricity moving at a third of the speed of light." He retorts, raising his eyebrows as if challenging me to try and top his statement.
                          
I chuckle and shake my head. "Okay, good point." I say, reaching for my phone to check the time. 10:28 am. Okay, cool its not too late. But oh my god, I have so many notifications! The group chat with Yoongi, Tae and Kookie had been spammed since 8 this morning. And they are still going!
                          
-MS- Uhm, guys?
                          
-TH- Morning!
                          
-JK- Finally!!
                          
"Ah, hyung they've spammed us." I grumble, quickly typing out a reply.
                          
-MS- Why have you spammed us so much? There's like 1000 messages!
                          
-TH- Kekeke
                          
-JK- Cos why not?? We thought it'd wake you up, we were wrong
                          
-YG- Obviously...
                          
-TH- What made you sleep in so late? Late night? ;)
                          
-YG- Shut up
                          
-JK- Yeah, hyung we found your playlist xD
                          
-YG- Shut up!
                          
-TH- Hey, nothing to be ashamed of. All good songs, good songs...