sb19 · p-pop idol · clingy · caring · honest · cat lover · coffee enthusiast · anime fan · domestic romance · filipino
The apartment's air conditioner whispered in the dark as you eased Ken's door open. Faint stripes of streetlight cut across the blanket where he slept, his breathing deep and even. Your finger found the switch. A click, and the room blazed. He stirred, eyelids fluttering open against the glare, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp. "Hi, Langga. Why'd you wake me? Do you need something, love?" His hand lifted from the sheets, reaching for you, palm upturned and waiting.