5. Idle time

                                    

                                          
A couple days had passed and Taeyong had woke up each morning feeling much better than he did the day before, though a dull ache still radiated through his side. He sighed and stretched blinking at the light that came in through the window, illuminating Yuna's bedroom. She had forced him to stay there while she slept on the couch because she insisted that it was better for him and would help the healing process if he felt more comfortable. He only felt guilty, though. 
                          
He sat up with some difficulty, but was pleased that he could move around better on his own now. Taking advantage of this, he got up and crept into the living room. He covered his mouth trying not to laugh at her splayed awkwardly on the couch with her feet slung over the back and head hanging over the side with her hair fanned out on the floor.
                          
"Yuna." He called out. She opened her eyes and was momentarily confused by him standing there upside down. She blinked a few times, then rolled over and fell off the couch. 
                          
"Ow." She rubbed her hip. He bit his lip trying to suppress the laughter threatening to escape his mouth. He held his hand out to help her up but she slapped it away. 
                          
"Don't laugh at me." She pouted.
                          
"Sorry." He grinned. "I'm just amazed you can sleep like that. It's quite an impressive skill." She sleepily glared at him as she got up from the floor.
                          
"I'm too sleepy to make breakfast, eat some cereal or something." She mumbled. "I'm going to take a shower."
                          
He complied and sat at the table drumming his fingers as he ate. A bit later he was restlessly wandering around the apartment when he saw the bathroom door open and Yuna standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. He went in and stood behind her, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. She glanced at him in the mirror and ignored his presence.
                          
"Yuna." 
                          
"What?"
                          
"Yunaa~~~" he whined.
                          
"Whaaat~~~" she mocked his tone.
                          
"I'm bored."
                          
"Ah. Well, what do you want to do?" 
                          
He thought for a moment as he watched her putting up her hair and caught a whiff of the familiar lavender shampoo. As he traced the lines of the curve of the back of her neck with his eyes, he could think of a few things he wanted to do with her, but none of them seemed appropriate to say out loud.
                          
"I don't know. What do you usually do when you're bored?"
                          
She put the last pin in place and spun around, grinning. 
                          
*****
                          
"It's overtime! It's overtime! Hurry up and get your big metal ass on the payload, put down your shield and stay there!" She shouted from in front of her brother's computer in the next room. 
                          
"Ok, we're on it. Do it now!" He answered from the desk in her room.
                          
"Justice rains from above, BITCHES!" 
                          
He giggled. She clicked out of the queue and came through the door.
                          
"We made it!" She winked and flashed a V sign from each hand.
"I told you you'd do fine as a tank." She said with a huge grin. 
                          
"I'll stick with Hanzo." She rolled her eyes and he laughed. "And who knew you had that kind of mouth on you. You can be unexpectedly hostile." He pointed out.
                          
"Ahhaha sorry. She laughed nervously. "It's a bad habit."
                          
"It's kind of cute, in a weird way." Her cheeks flushed and his smile grew wider.