while we were sleeping (Daesung/Hyori)
Daesung/Hyori (Family Outing)
PG for nothing much.
These two are too cute to resist. Just a quick drabble - 276 words.
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“Noona~” The word comes in a sigh, curling around the edges with sleepiness. He turns onto his side, the sound tilting up into a whine, and stretches out, arms flung above his head. His shirt rides up with the motion. Hyori feels an odd little wriggle somewhere below her stomach and, to her complete mortification, finds her cheeks heating up. The skin exposed looks smooth and golden in the early morning light, and she wonders how the muscles beneath his skin would feel if -
Tearing her eyes away from the strip of skin visible above the waistband of his striped pajama pants, she casually pushes her hair away from her face, briefly patting the flat of her palm, then the back of her fingers, against her warm cheek as she replies, “Yah, Daesung-ah. Move, or I’ll drag you.”
“Ai…” Daesung flops fully onto his front, arms outstretched, and, after a moment of hesitation, huffs into the floral blanket bunched beneath him. He grudgingly wiggles forward like some kind of strange fish, and Hyori has to hide her smile as she watches him move less than two inches from his previous position.
“Thank you, Daesungie,” she sing-songs regardless, as she plops down on the blanket. He rolls away a little to accommodate her, clearly already more than half asleep, and she snuggles into her pillow, eyes on the curve of his spine under his white t-shirt. He shifts onto his side again with a sleepy sound, body half-curled before her. She squeezes her eyes closed with a silly grin, turning her face into the softness of her pillow to hide it, and falls asleep entirely too content.
PG for nothing much.
These two are too cute to resist. Just a quick drabble - 276 words.
.
“Noona~” The word comes in a sigh, curling around the edges with sleepiness. He turns onto his side, the sound tilting up into a whine, and stretches out, arms flung above his head. His shirt rides up with the motion. Hyori feels an odd little wriggle somewhere below her stomach and, to her complete mortification, finds her cheeks heating up. The skin exposed looks smooth and golden in the early morning light, and she wonders how the muscles beneath his skin would feel if -
Tearing her eyes away from the strip of skin visible above the waistband of his striped pajama pants, she casually pushes her hair away from her face, briefly patting the flat of her palm, then the back of her fingers, against her warm cheek as she replies, “Yah, Daesung-ah. Move, or I’ll drag you.”
“Ai…” Daesung flops fully onto his front, arms outstretched, and, after a moment of hesitation, huffs into the floral blanket bunched beneath him. He grudgingly wiggles forward like some kind of strange fish, and Hyori has to hide her smile as she watches him move less than two inches from his previous position.
“Thank you, Daesungie,” she sing-songs regardless, as she plops down on the blanket. He rolls away a little to accommodate her, clearly already more than half asleep, and she snuggles into her pillow, eyes on the curve of his spine under his white t-shirt. He shifts onto his side again with a sleepy sound, body half-curled before her. She squeezes her eyes closed with a silly grin, turning her face into the softness of her pillow to hide it, and falls asleep entirely too content.