OBLIVION
unaware and unconscious

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JISUNG SQUEEZED HIS EYES SHUT, scrunching his nose up in frustration as a dim ray of sunlight made its way on his peacefully sleeping face, piercing through his eyelids and somewhat stabbing his pupils.

        The bright light was irritating to Jisung's eyeballs, and had caused energy to gradually build up in his system.

        And his head spinning madly was not helping at all.

        The boy was in desperate need of a good night's sleep, and being already lacking in that, he forced his body to shut down for a while and continue his, rather unsatisfying, well-desired slumber.

        However, despite how tightly he squeezed his eyes shut, how—slightly—comfy the bed and pillows were, and how many fluffy ass sheep he had religiously counted in his head, he still struggled to fall back to sleep.

        Fuck it, Jisung mumbled silently in his head, coming to a conclusion—that is, the decision of finally waking up after his failed attepts of going back to sleep.

        He gently opens his eyes, and oh god did it hurt.

        The dim light seeping through the room illuminated throughout the four beige-painted walls as Jisung squirmed softly, the back of his palm vigorously rubbing his eyes while adjusting to the light.

        A long yawn escaped his lips as he parts his mouth agape, breathing in the cold air floating out and about the room.

        Soon enough, Jisung had gained enough energy—and commitment to wake up—to fully open his rather sore eyes and slowly look around the room.

        It all seemed normal to Jisung at first glance. He was in his room, sleeping on his bed,

        But wait.

        Why is he in his room, sleeping in his own bed?

        At this moment Jisung was thinking critically.

        Didn't he sleep in the couch downstairs in the living room?

        Did he sleepwalk his way here?

        No way.

        Jisung was so sure that he was supposed to sleep in the sofa last night.

        But on second thought, he was probably just planning to. There's no way in hell he'd sleep in his parents' room with Miri.

        Sure, they were friends, but it still seemed wrong to sleep on the same bed. And as a result, Jisung resorted to the couch in the living room. He had spent a lot of nights there anyways. It was sort of comfy, plus he was quite used to it. But why isn't he on the sofa?

        How, and why did he get here?

        The last thing Jisung could remember was him in the kitchen with Miri, in which she later left for bed, and after that,

        everything went blank.

        Jisung heaved a loud, heavy sigh, turning his body around to the left in hopes for looking for another comfortable spot to properly think for awhile and go over his thoughts.

        But he wasn't expecting to see this sight early in the morning.

        "Miri?"

        The said girl looked away from her phone and saw an undeniably adorable sight of Jisung with his fluffy, disheveled hair, squishy flushed cheeks, and his lips formed into a cute little pout.

Miri's lips slowly curve into an innocent smile with her eyes glued on Jisung's.

"You're awake," she whispered softly as she ran a hand through her chestnut locks.

Crimson hues slowly paint across Jisung's cheeks, feeling his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

And not to mention his spinning head, which was making him feel worse than ever.

The boy huffed out, slamming his back on the stacks of pillows and blankets beneath him. He lifts the sheets up and wraps himself in the soft corduroy blanket like a little burrito, sort of wanting to disappear since Miri—out of all people—had to witness Jisung in his ugly waking-up phase. The boy felt utterly embarrassed, because oh boy was he not ready for this so early in the morning.

        "Morning," Jisung managed to let out in a husky morning voice, later followed by another airy yawn that exited his dry lips.

        Miri could only let out a soft giggle as she sets her phone on the bedside table, putting her full-attention on Jisung.

        "How are you feeling?", the girl asked sympathetically, leaning a little closer to Jisung who was violently wrapped in a thick fleece blanket. "And please, remove that blanket."

        The boy's head was cutely peeking out of the burrito blanket and was shaking from left to right, signifying a no which Miri was unhappy with.

        The girl sighed, shaking her head in dismay as she slowly reached in for the hem of the blanket, and in one, swift motion, she pulls down the covers off of Jisung and you could see a playful smirk on Miri's face.

        Jisung widened his eyes at her, his pink cheeks on full display, and his lips parted slightly with his adorable bunny teeth peeking out.

        "Are you still dizzy? Do you need anythi-"

        Jisung huffed. "No," the boy replied, completely ignoring the fact that he was definitely not okay. Miri could only frown at the boy—that was obviously not the case.

        "But," Jisung added, and Miri's face suddenly lit up.

        "I need some explanations."

        Well, Jisung isn't lying. Who would wake up somewhere they couldn't recall sleeping in, and still not question about the situation?

        Miri looked into Jisung's pupils and frowned, remembering what unfortunately took place last night.

        "To put things simply," Miri started, with Jisung's eyes focused on her in anticipation.

        "You fainted," the girl said bluntly, and afterwards she leaned back on the headboard, grabbed her phone, and continued on scrolling through her phone.

        Well, no shit, Jisung thought to himself as it was no surprise he'd faint all of a sudden, considering his miserable state he's currently living in.

        The boy pouted. "So you carried me up here?"

        And Miri could only let out a chuckle. A loud one, that is.

        "Me?! A weak ass motherfucker carrying a ten-foot giant like you?!", Miri screeched on the top of her lungs, with laughs injected inbetween them. "No. Fucking. Way."

        And Jisung just stared at her, worried for his friend's mentality, but at the same time genuinely confused.

        If it wasn't Miri who carried him,

        "Then who?", Jisung yelled out, his eyes wide open, taken aback.

        Miri looked away from her phone and stared at Jisung.

        "It was C-"

        "Miri!"

        A yell resounded throughout the whole house, bringing Jisung and Miri out of their conversation.

        Suddenly, Donghyuck bursted into the room, panting heavily, looking at the two by the bed.

        "Jisung!", he screamed, running beside the said boy and sitting beside him. "How are you? Are you feeling better now?"

        Jisung smiled, but he was still curious about who had brought him up here.

        Donghyuck laid the back of his palm on the younger's forehead, and flinched when he felt the heat of his body.

        "Jisung, you're still sick," Donghyuck said, frowning at the boy's bad condition. "And you should rest."

        Miri nodded in agreement. "He's right, so it's best if you stay here and we'll have someone to take care of you."

        But Jisung didn't want anyone to take care of him. He's a strong boy, after all.

        "I can handle it," Jisung replied politely, slowly sitting up from his bed, despite feeling so weak on his knees.

        "No!", Donghyuck clicked his tongue at the stubborn boy, holding back his wrist and preventing him from getting up. "Rest."

        Jisung sighed in defeat, falling back on the stacks of pillows and blankets and curling up once again.

        "And Miri," Donghyuck turned to the said girl. "Let's have breakfast, the others are waiting," he said, standing up from the bed and slowly making his way to the door. Miri nodded, doing the same and following right behind him.

        Jisung witnessed the two walking out of his room, and seeing the door shut had him heave a heavy sigh.

        The boy tried his best to sleep, pulling the blankets up to his face. It was quiet and peaceful, nothing too fishy, until oh my god-

        The sheets.

        They fucking smell like Chenle.

        And Jisung could feel himself growing sad again, and Chenle's scent stuck in the covers made things even harder for him.

        The boy could onlu groan in frustration.

        Great way to start the day.

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❀ | a/n !
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