EclipseRosee
YIKES ™️
King
Well he didn't die, he didn't feel sick, at least not anymore. Maybe apologizing wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, at least not around this group of people. Even Somin had calmed down, he had half expected her to still bite his head off for something. King couldn't believe how much lighter he felt after getting it all off of his chest, how much better everything was with a very short conversation between them all. He had been jaded by his relationship with his parents, where sorrys were always fake and didn't end up with anything other than a fight. Then there was Sora. King was floored by how well she reacted, how happy she was with him and how quickly they seemed to be back to where they were two years ago.
King was shocked that she kissed him, for a moment he stood still and then a millisecond later his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him. Sora may have initiated it but it wasn't long before King took control, leaning down towards her to deepen the kiss as his arms tightened around her, his hands holding the small of her back. She was always the one that got embarrassed in front of others, not him. So when she suddenly broke away and made a nervous run for finding board games, King couldn't help but chuckle. "You can run but you can't hide Sora. Everyone saw that."
As he spoke the door open to reveal Jung and Lee returning hand in hand, King raised a brow and seemed the most shocked out of everyone in the room. Though he was fairly emotionally blind so that wasn't too surprising that he missed something between the two of them. The others started talking about some old classmate and at first he didn't really pay it any mind until Zane chimed it. King gave the man an eyeroll, "Dude do you know how many girls I was dealing with in high school? 98% of them were so annoying that eventually all their faces morphed into one. I talked to and remembered the ones I had to. Or wanted to." His eyes drifted to where Sora was still digging in the coat closet. Then he glanced at Somin, the topic of the conversation. "I don't remember anyone quite as colorful as our friend So."
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They had all played games for a bit, flabbergasted about the news Somin had dropped before deciding they should get ready for bed. The bedroom the guys were sharing had sprung quite the leak and the window was stuck partially open so instead they took some time to rearrange all the furniture. The boys and Lee because she thought they were too stupid to do it correctly, all pulled the beds into the living room and moved the couch and chairs to kind of make a giant sleeping space for everyone to share. The temperatures had finally dropped and the humidity dropped, if he had to guess it was likely in the low end of the 50s.
King was sleeping awkwardly, his upper body sharing the couch with Zane with his legs propped out on the bed that Sora and Somin were sharing. In the corner of the room the fireplace was glowing softly, calming down due to no body really messing with it for hours now. At least it felt like hours? King stood up to find the bathroom in the dark, noting that the storm was still raging outside. When he returned his eyes had adjusted a bit more to the darkness and he could make out the fact that only Sora was in the bed.... King sat on the edge of the bed, gently shaking her awake and then punching Zane in the foot. "Hey, where'd Somin go?"
Well he didn't die, he didn't feel sick, at least not anymore. Maybe apologizing wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, at least not around this group of people. Even Somin had calmed down, he had half expected her to still bite his head off for something. King couldn't believe how much lighter he felt after getting it all off of his chest, how much better everything was with a very short conversation between them all. He had been jaded by his relationship with his parents, where sorrys were always fake and didn't end up with anything other than a fight. Then there was Sora. King was floored by how well she reacted, how happy she was with him and how quickly they seemed to be back to where they were two years ago.
King was shocked that she kissed him, for a moment he stood still and then a millisecond later his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him. Sora may have initiated it but it wasn't long before King took control, leaning down towards her to deepen the kiss as his arms tightened around her, his hands holding the small of her back. She was always the one that got embarrassed in front of others, not him. So when she suddenly broke away and made a nervous run for finding board games, King couldn't help but chuckle. "You can run but you can't hide Sora. Everyone saw that."
As he spoke the door open to reveal Jung and Lee returning hand in hand, King raised a brow and seemed the most shocked out of everyone in the room. Though he was fairly emotionally blind so that wasn't too surprising that he missed something between the two of them. The others started talking about some old classmate and at first he didn't really pay it any mind until Zane chimed it. King gave the man an eyeroll, "Dude do you know how many girls I was dealing with in high school? 98% of them were so annoying that eventually all their faces morphed into one. I talked to and remembered the ones I had to. Or wanted to." His eyes drifted to where Sora was still digging in the coat closet. Then he glanced at Somin, the topic of the conversation. "I don't remember anyone quite as colorful as our friend So."
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They had all played games for a bit, flabbergasted about the news Somin had dropped before deciding they should get ready for bed. The bedroom the guys were sharing had sprung quite the leak and the window was stuck partially open so instead they took some time to rearrange all the furniture. The boys and Lee because she thought they were too stupid to do it correctly, all pulled the beds into the living room and moved the couch and chairs to kind of make a giant sleeping space for everyone to share. The temperatures had finally dropped and the humidity dropped, if he had to guess it was likely in the low end of the 50s.
King was sleeping awkwardly, his upper body sharing the couch with Zane with his legs propped out on the bed that Sora and Somin were sharing. In the corner of the room the fireplace was glowing softly, calming down due to no body really messing with it for hours now. At least it felt like hours? King stood up to find the bathroom in the dark, noting that the storm was still raging outside. When he returned his eyes had adjusted a bit more to the darkness and he could make out the fact that only Sora was in the bed.... King sat on the edge of the bed, gently shaking her awake and then punching Zane in the foot. "Hey, where'd Somin go?"