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Namil's had been sheltered under his large dark blue covers of the bed as he rubbed the tired from his eyes as he was greeted with the rays of sunlight peering through the window from across the room. The gentle sound of silence filled the room as he laid there comfortably in his bed. He turned over to his side, still hiding under his covers and reached his phone that rested face down on the desk with the charger still jammed into it. The male huffed and stretched his limbs before sitting up in the bed.
"Fuck . . ." He cussed. Namil would run his fingers through his hair before pushing himself out of his bed. Quickly, he would grab onto the wall, stumbling around until he made it around to his desk. He would tuck his hand under his white, wrinkly shirt with his free hand as he scrolled through his notifications on the lock screen.
Namil was mainly concerned about any messages from his manager but his notifications were clear of that, so he didn't have much to worry about. The male made his way downstairs, immediately taking the jug of orange juice from the refrigerator and pouring himself a cup. He would've gotten one for Yara but he remembered that she hated orange juice and jokingly bullied him about it.
"Ew, you still drink that shit?" Yara laughed, pointing. Namil released a breath from his nostrils, fogging up the glass a bit as he took a sip of the tangy drink.
"And you don't? Fuckin' lame ass." Namil shot back with a smile. "You slept okay?"
"It wasn't as comfortable as I wanted but at least I'm not waking up in pain. But I slept way better than I did these last few days." Yara shrugged. Namil hummed.
"I told you to sleep in the bed but nah, don't listen to me." He replied, twisting his light brown curls. The sun beaming through the window, making his hair look lighter than it already is.
"I told you why I couldn't sleep in the bed wit you," Yara sat up, "I'll be fine with sleeping on the couch for now, Namil. You worry so much."
"Word, but as long as you okay." Namil forced smile. He would place the empty glass into the sink and rinse it out with hot water. The smoke from the water began to rise and heat up the area around him. After that, he would gently place the glass into the dishwasher.
"Aye, what we on today?"
"I still gotta work today," Yara noted, "we can do something whenever I get off-but until then, maybe you can chill wit one of your friends."
"Shit, I would but them niggas don't live here. I be getting lucky when they come out here . . . and I'm definitely not going back to LA right now." Namil explained. "Aside from that, you should get ready to go to work."
"I'm going, cucaracha." Yara smiled before popping up from the couch and making her way to the bathroom with her overnight bag. Namil watched as her fiery red locs swayed down her back and touch her waist as she walked. Once she was out of sight, the only thing Namil could do was reminisce about what they had before. The male only smiled at the thought.
After Yara took her time in the bathroom, it was Namil's turn. He had his clothes already set out on the bed in his room so he could just go up there and get ready. He would examine Yara. She was always a pretty girl but today, she looked even more attractive than usual. Namil glanced at all of her tattoos and the jewelry she wore. All of it matched her perfectly. Even her makeup was perfect. The faux lashes really brought out the icy grey eyes she had and the red coloring on her eyebrows always matched her hair closely. He could almost feel himself becoming infatuated with her all over again.
Namil's face went red and hot just looking at her. It was almost boiling to the touch. He blinked, coming back into reality and quickly making his way past Yara and into the bathroom. He would do his hygiene and make his way back up into his room once he was done, immediately putting on his clothes. He wore a quite plain outfit. It was only a white t-shirt with a black hoodie on top and a pair of blue plaid pajama pants.
When Namil came downstairs, he would look over to Yara, who had her nose down in her phone, "ready?"
Her head shot up, hearing the sound of his voice and she would get up also, grabbing her things. "Yeah, been ready."
Yara walked around the couch and toward the front door with Namil. She would glance down, examining his boring outfit and smirk.
"You're sagging again, sir," she said pointing. "I forgot your favorite color was red."
Namil blushed and awkwardly pulled his comfortable pajama pants up, "you just love staring at shit like that, huh?"
"No. But it's also not my fault you decided to wear bright red boxers." Yara giggled before skipping to the car. Namil's face was hot again and there was an odd buzzing feeling again that pricked at him every second that he thought of the conversation that had only moments ago. His body twitched at the thought. Forcing himself to brush the feelings off, he would mutter something to himself before making his way to the car with Yara, who was already inside.
Namil would put the keys into the ignition and start the car, pulling off as soon as he adjusted himself. The car right was filled with laughter and jokes back and forth. Namil was almost happy to be having conversations like these again with Yara. It seemed to pass the time easier, remembering that they would be in the car for more than an hour just to make it back to Yara's city and to her job. Music blared from the speakers, the mirror rattling as the bass from each song hit.
Currently, Namil would let Yara play her music from her phone. Each song that played, she'd loudly sing the lyrics. The girl loved drill music and it was her main genre of music but of course that wasn't all she listened to. Moments after "Stuck in My Ways" by Dougie B ended, Origin by Namil would play loudly from the speakers.
"Namil, this ya song!" Yara beamed as she looked over to the curly haired male, who was smiling at her excitement and the fact that he'd be hearing his own voice as they drove. "Been gettin bread but I think I need more of it-"
"Don't fuck up my lyrics, now." Namil replied, still grinning but at the same time, trying to suppress his excitement.
"Shut up! I probably know your own lyrics better than you do." Yara said mushing his face, causing him to move his head over a bit.
