Krisho drabbles
cold sleepy morning
"yifan, wake up..."
"just give up, hyung. the breakfast is going to get cold..."
"but we have schedules in like 3 hours, he needs to wake up.."
wu yifan screams in his half-awaked mind that waking up early in the morning after long flight of china-korea definitely is NOT his style. in another words, it"s kkaeb-song. or if you prefer, no yehet nor ohorat.
"i gave up. i'm going to bring yixing hyung and our guitar. And we need loudspeaker also..."
"wait, chanyeol...."
yifan could feel tiny hands shakes his giant body, back and front back and front...
the fragile nails claws his warm fuzzy blanket off.
yifan groans, this has to be stopped immediately.
"quit it!!"
the red-haired leader flinches. yifan stares at the round shining eyes and the infamous pouty mouth.
not again.
"just.. come here!"
as he says that he pulls junmyeon's arm until the latter falls to the bed. he quickly traps junmyeon with his long unforgiving arms and legs, hugging the tiny man tightly.
"let go of junmyeon hyung and wake up, you Laxy hyung!"
he was bothered again by the terrible sounds of chanyeol's abusing his guitar randomly.
"no damn waay..."
"yifan let me gooo...."
the so called man only close his eyes and whispers with husky voice.
"mine..."
"my pillow"
what the heck did i just write
"yifan, wake up..."
"just give up, hyung. the breakfast is going to get cold..."
"but we have schedules in like 3 hours, he needs to wake up.."
wu yifan screams in his half-awaked mind that waking up early in the morning after long flight of china-korea definitely is NOT his style. in another words, it"s kkaeb-song. or if you prefer, no yehet nor ohorat.
"i gave up. i'm going to bring yixing hyung and our guitar. And we need loudspeaker also..."
"wait, chanyeol...."
yifan could feel tiny hands shakes his giant body, back and front back and front...
the fragile nails claws his warm fuzzy blanket off.
yifan groans, this has to be stopped immediately.
"quit it!!"
the red-haired leader flinches. yifan stares at the round shining eyes and the infamous pouty mouth.
not again.
"just.. come here!"
as he says that he pulls junmyeon's arm until the latter falls to the bed. he quickly traps junmyeon with his long unforgiving arms and legs, hugging the tiny man tightly.
"let go of junmyeon hyung and wake up, you Laxy hyung!"
he was bothered again by the terrible sounds of chanyeol's abusing his guitar randomly.
"no damn waay..."
"yifan let me gooo...."
the so called man only close his eyes and whispers with husky voice.
"mine..."
"my pillow"
what the heck did i just write