Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
nine his room
THE SUNLIGHT THAT SHINED through the windows forced my eyes to open, although i desperately closed it again. feeling the sensation of the pain on my head. an annoyed expression was plastered all over my face as i gripped the pillow beside me, trying to use it as a way to cover the sunlight from my face. yet i failed, my eyebrows frowned and i immediately jolted up when i realized how i laid on a different bed. the softness, the bedsheets, the size. it was all different from mine. and how the thing beside me wasn't a pillow due to how hard it was.
"the fuck?" a random voice said, one which was extremely familiar to me. his voice rang through my head which made my head hurt even more. god knows how much i hate hangovers and gave me a strong one to make sure i never drink again. i massaged the side of my head, scratching it in annoyance.
a light 'tsk' that he had released didn't escape my ears. "are you okay?" my attention averted to the man beside me. he wore a gray t-shirt with pajamas on as his hands made its way to scratch his eyes, trying his best to lessen his sleepiness. confusion didn't leave my body as scaramouche looked at me with no emotions at all. yet earlier, he showed multiple signs of worriness just a little while ago. a smile graced my lips as i noticed his messy indigo hair, although i was confuse, it didn't stop me from finding his hair adorable.
"y/n?" again. another hint of worriness was plastered all over his face once again. i lightly smiled, "i'm okay." i lied. i wasn't. right on the timing, my headache attacked once again which caused me to wince in pain. what a way to fail myself.
scaramouche could only roll his eyes, clearly indicating that he didn't buy my denial. not one bit. "you certainly aren't. i should've woken up early to cook you something, i apologize." he said, standing up before making his way towards his door. i appreciated the thought, scaramouche did have a sweet side in him after all. nevertheless, i did not allow his act to get pass me.
"gone soft now?" i teased which he returned with a grimace. "you know what? starve yourself" he said with his voice full of mockery and annoyance yet he still found himself making his way to the exit. i chuckled in pure amusement due to his reactions, he told me to
