The Morning After
When Ahn Sang-goo woke up, the first thing he noticed even before he opened his eyes was that the bed beside him was empty. The mattress was no longer depressed by another body, and the heat that had kept him warm and comfortable while he slept was gone. He sighed, but didn’t open his eyes yet. Some people needed to learn how to enjoy the little things life had to offer, he thought. He was about to burrow deeper into the blankets and bury his head in his pillow to escape the sunlight that filtered through his eyelids, but then he heard someone shuffle out of the bathroom.
“Why are you up already?” he asked petulantly, an effect that was somewhat ruined by the pillow pressing into his face. With a sigh, he lifted his head and resigned himself to his fate. The night was over, and the morning after never as pleasant, whether he’d spent it drinking or fucking Woo Jang-hoon.
“Sorry if I woke you,” Jang-hoon mumbled. He wasn’t, but Sang-goo didn’t bother to mention that. Instead, he crossed his arms behind his head and admired the view. Jang-hoon was only wearing underwear and trying to find his clothes, which had been scattered the night before. When Jang-hoon noticed Sang-goo’s gaze as he was trying to put on his pants, he froze with an adorable frown on his face. “What?” Jang-hoon asked.
“You could make it up to me, you know?” Sang-goo suggested with a shrug.
It took a couple of seconds for Jang-hoon to catch up to Sang-goo’s thought processes. When he did, he scowled. “Fuck off.”
“What? I just thought I’d point it out. You’re the one who insists on getting up at this ungodly hour. Might as well make the best of it.”
“Some of us have work, you know. Normal work. Not whatever it is you do these days.”
A lesser man would be insulted. Ahn Sang-goo, on the other hand, knew Jang-hoon well enough by now.
“It’s your day off,” he pointed out.
Jang-hoon tilted his head. Sang-goo raised his eyebrow. He knew he’d won, and Jang-hoon knew it too. Now, it was only a matter of seconds.