❝ hereafter ❞ - park sunghoon ✓

two

"how's it like in 2098?" matcha said, her face cupped in her hands as she intruded sunghoon's personal space.

"yo i just, woke up." he groaned, rolling over and snuggling deeper into the pillow. 

he felt a strong push and yelped, landing on the floor in a jumble. "my house. my rules." the girl gleamed. "i was already nice enough to let you sleep on the guest room's bed with a termite problem."

"okay, i get it! i'll deal with the termites.. later." he grumbled, voice sore. 

"tell me about the future." 

"it's uh, futuristic-y? like your bed should be floating and have a techno-ray blanket with different settings to provide heat." he scratched the back of his head.

"no freaking way." matcha ogled, staring at her plain bed. 

"uhh, yes. kinda weird how you guys have to do everything manually." he stood up, running a hand through his hair. he yawned, figuring to go wash his face.

the boy turned to go into the guest room's bathroom, literally walking right into the door. "OW!"

"the flip do you mean 'ow'?! open the darn door, stupid!" the girl scorned.

"your doors aren't automatic?!"