// hyuna & jiho.

@hyuna .
Jiho hummed. "Of course you don't," because in the unfortunate case the vixen did have a becoming issue with the cheetah's lean towards undisturbed chaos, she was in for quite the disappointment. The feline had no means to clean up, and keep such way, any time soon - perhaps the next blue moon, he would consider picking up a slight. Then he laughed, the girl's words returning fond memories of waking up next to the fox, whether it be in his or her room. It was well enough for him, glad there was nothing necessary for the comfort to settle in his stomach when it was Hyuna at his side; at certain nights, it felt more queer without the fox there, warming the bed with him - had he unknowingly grown a dependence to the presence? "And you're always more than welcome." He grinned. On the days Hyuna would fail to find her way to his room, Jiho was sure he would be the one crossing over into the fox's.

It was rather quite the wonder Jiho hadn't long since fallen for the vixen's charms; she more than certainly had enough fit his criteria of need and exceeded it by a long shot. Odd that she had always remained just a friend to him. Had there not been enough steps taken for it to mean something more, or would it have been unlikely for the boundary to ever be crossed - the too infamous 'friend-zone' standing between them. He never dwelt on the idea of them together for anything more than company for too long, pushing the idea aside. Likely, he would now have too difficult a time settling down, after being such warming presence that was his fox friend.

"Oh really?" Quirking a brow in direction, Jiho snorted playfully. "Then maybe I should just eat you instead." As if the words gave him permission to, Jiho leaned forward, taking a hold of the girl's hand and taking a softer bite at the bend of her index finger. He nipped at the flesh there, biting only just to leave a slight impression before letting go, keeping his lips on the knob of the vixen's knuckle. Then, humming slightly against the skin, shrugged. "Pizza?" He'd seen an ad for a carnivore special not too long back - at least sometime this year, he was sure, though it might have been quite the months ago. He paused, the wires of his head churning as he worked out the possible different menus. "Meat sashimi?" Was that even delivered? His stomach growled, even just the thought renewing the hunger.

(oh no! sleeeeeep - though by the time i post this, you've probably already slept /if you haven't though OMF SLEEP. chillax. just everything over and hibernate for a few days)

@jiho "You know I don't mind your messy rooms," she mumbled back with a little laugh before letting out a tiny yawn, the tiredness of the hard work finally catching up with her. "I always end up finding my way to your room during the nights, anyways." She chuckled softly, remembering how dorm life had been for the two of them. Because of the amount of time they had spent in each other's rooms- more specifically, each other's beds- she had often been asked if she was in a relationship with the male, and she wouldn't have been surprised if he had been asked the same.

The pinch to her waist elicited a playful whimper from as she reached up to give his nose a little pinch together as well. "Ow~" she whined, but of course, was only joking around. She may not have been as strong and powerful as the feline hybrid, but years of athletics certainly made her less sensitive to such attacks, whether they were as lighthearted as Jiho's or as rough as the physical contact that could sometimes happen on the field.

"Eat me? I'm sure I'd be much more delicious then anything else you've ever tasted~" she grinned in a playfully conceited manner, cocking her head as she looked down at him. "Or anyone." She chuckled with twinkling eyes, then looked thoughtful. "Ordering in? Sounds good to me. What're you in the mood for, sweetie?"

[ i'm sorry too >.< Lot of going down lately and I'm just stressed. I've only had like 5 hours of sleep over the past 3 days bleeeeh ]

@hyuna .
He had to mock fake hurt at the light statement. A soft gasp pulled at his lips, lifting his chest of slight before deflating almost animatedly. "You hurt me," Jiho pitched, pulling the words against his tongue. It wouldn't have been a total lie to say his room was always in the best of conditions; but what more could you expect? He never seemed to quite have the patience to keep order in his items. Given the rare chance he bothered clean out his room, the cleanliness would never last too long. "It's not always quite such a mess." At least, not to the cheetah. Admittedly, it was hard to argue, when the owner found it well enough to dig through his belongings to fish out what he needed at a given time. As if in a toying play for revenge, he pinched at the vixen's waist, wrinkling his nose and pulling a face at the female. They both seemed to have a quite limitless storage of energy, but where they spent it on, seemed to be what differentiated the state of their domains. Jiho, in his defense, couldn't see the point in cleaning his room out, when it would return to its untidy mess in mere hours, if not minutes.

Break time, in his childhood, had always been one of his favorite words. It had, back then, meant he could skip out of his hard school seats and bound around the classroom before being chased down and pleaded to calm down before he hurt himself and the others around him. The like of the word didn't seem to change, even as age darkened his stripes and what was supposed to be his maturity - but perhaps time hadn't passed nearly quite enough for him to be quite so mentally grown-up.

A wide smile broke out on Jiho's face at the simple pleasure, a soft rumble emitting from the deep of his chest signifying physically his emotions. Even with having to think about what they would have to do for food - given Jiho's plans to skip out on the rest of unpacking for the day worked out - he much preferred taking a breather from any assigned tasks. Even if it was unavoidable. "I could eat you," he played, taking a light bite at the air by Hyuna's face, a loud snap ringing at the meet of his teeth. Jiho understood where the conversation would lead to; even if they took a break now, they would eventually have to return to tearing open boxes and to the more tedious task of undoing bubble wrap and hanging things where they would now newly belong. But delaying processes was a specialty of his. "We could order in?"

(sorry this took so long omf. i had a lot going on this week eu e;;;;)

@jiho [ awh. living with your friends is fun. i'm sure you'll be able to one day! ]

A light but muffled chuckle escaped Hyuna's lips as they barely brushed against Jiho's neck in the process; she could have pulled back to let out her soft laugh, but now that she was laying down against his warm body, she simply didn't possess the energy to. "Isn't that what your room tends to look like anyways?" she joked, keeping her eyes closed. She knew the laziness wouldn't last for long; within a few minutes, she would be fidgety and restless once again and would expend her burst of energy on unpacking and organizing. But for now, Jiho's body was bringing her comfort as it always did, and she playfully tried to stretch her legs to match with his height as best as she could. Standing at only five feet and five inches, the vixen was much shorter than the feline, and while it normally frustrated her that most people towered over her, she didn't have a problem with it when it came to Jiho. Maybe it was because of the amount of trust they shared between them, or maybe it was simply because hugging the taller male felt much more satisfying with her head buried in his chest.

She laughed again at the soft whine elicited from his throat, finding it cute how childish the powerful man could be at times. "Fine, break time it is," she smiled, finally lifting her head up to look down at his face, but still staying on top of his body. "But please do tell me, what exactly are we eating?" she snickered teasingly, one eyebrow raised as she looked down at her friend, knowing that he had realized himself that this suggestion was going to be a bit difficult under the current circumstances.

@hyuna .
The idea of living together with the vixen had been highly attractive to the feline. They had already spent a great number of hours, consuming more of each others' time, whether in mind or body, and so it seemed only natural. Jiho couldn't, for the life of him, find a reason not to simply just live together; and so they were. It would, most certainly, avoid the inconvenience of bumping into Hyuna's - or his, had the fox decided to come over to his that night - roommate in the earlier hours of morning, sleeping in.

"So diligent," he grunted, a light laugh playing on his lips as he grunted to the added weight - though not much - pressed him into the couch. Automatically, he shifted instinctively to accommodate for the new body, wiggling until one arm tossed lazily over the slim of his best friend's waist, where he absentmindedly drew shapes, while the other hung limply over the end of the couch. To anyone watching on, anyone who didn't know the oddly paired duo, the action may have seemed intimate - and perhaps it was, just in a different sort of way. They were friends, the best of so.

A soft sigh hanging, Jiho gave a halfhearted shrug. "So far, it's sitting somewhere between being a dump and a landfill." He was, of course, exaggerating, but as they always said: where there's smoke, there's fire. He laughed at his own joke of sorts, however, a slow rumble emitting from the depths of his chest. Jiho had never been a too organized sort of person, preferring his belongs laid out in a dysfunctional order. It wasn't as if the floor was hidden, obstruct under the mess, but rather that he had a difficulty from keeping his books from piling on his desk, choosing more often to work on top of the mess rather than try and find a new home for them.

Jiho made a soft whine at the returning thought of the not yet cleaned out kitchen and baths. He had completely forgotten the two, a smaller part of him having almost wished that the items would have simply put themselves away without his need to move. Wouldn't that have been nice? He groaned, a sort of firmness grounding his voice. "Break time first." Any more work and he would most certainly kneel over. "Lets eat first, I'm starved." And then he paused, remembering their state of kitchen. His lips pressed, before releasing. Maybe they would need to deal with the unpacked kitchen first. He sighed.

( writing this makes me want to move in with my friends and get the hell out of my house cry )

@jiho [ nuuuu its fine i'm already so excited <3 ]

Hyuna let out a sigh as she stood at the doorway of her bedroom, admiring her hard work. Moving in had certainly been a hassle to some extent, but the vixen's naturally restless behavior had given her an advantage that day. She was also just eager to get everything set up, mainly so she could enjoy her new home with her best friend as soon as possible. Even though her bedroom looked comforting and stylish to her, she had a feeling she would find her way in Jiho's bed at times if he would not find his way in hers, mainly because the two had so many sleepovers as it was and they were quite used to the warmth of each other's bodies. While Hyuna could sleep alone perfectly fine, she definitely preferred the company of others, whether it was simply a friend or someone who meant more.

She had been daydreaming about this apartment ever since the two had decided to buy it together. Watching movies in the living room together, eating breakfast in the mornings, drinking until dawn during the weekends, having friends over, snuggling in bed in the late hours of the night and simply talking about anything and everything; Hyuna couldn't have been more happy. She knew she and Jiho would be just fine living together, even if their personalities could be quite different.

She heard his voice call from the living room and she walked towards it, smiling fondly as she saw him laying on the couch. "I'm done with my bedroom," she told him, coming over and crawling on top of him lazily, simply laying on his body and yawning as if this was a completely natural occurrence; and it was, at least for them. Besides, he was taking up most of the couch anyways, and the female wanted to lie down. "We still gotta work on the bathrooms and kitchen, though. How's your room coming along?" she questioned, lazily hiding her face in the male's neck and briefly closing her eyes.

@hyuna .
He had never expected it to be worth quite so much work. Pack up your things and go, the idea of it came easier said than done; but who would have thought it would take so much effort to move out and go somewhere new?

The decision to move in with his best friend came easier and with less thought than it ought to have. Hyuna was practically a second extension of him. To share a home with her, felt only natural, as if he'd decided only to take a trip down to class - though more thought was likely involved in going to class than it had for him to move in. They'd simply shortened the travel going to and from one another's dorm rooms, lessened the hassle.

Packing his things was something he should have done earlier that week, when the decision to move in together had officially been settled. But doing so early, when he was supposed to, just wouldn't have been like him; Woo Jiho was a slacker - or sprinter, as he liked to call himself - he would have never chosen willingly to do anything ahead of time. With his belongings hastily shoved into boxes, Jiho had left for his new to-be home with the vixen, giving him a mountain of more work he would have to shift through - namely, his own junk. He'd thrown out more things, likely, than he'd kept.

Spending the majority of day shifting through his things, and giving up halfway through with a box or two tossed abandoned in a corner of his room, Jiho inched back out to the main room, flopping down lazily on the sofa with a loud grunt. He'd simply had far too much digging through and physical labor for the day. "Hyuna," he called, head tilt back and refusing to move from his space sprawled on the lightly shaded couch, "are you done?" Or had he been the only one slacking today? "Lets take a break, I think my back's going to snap if I do this for any longer."

If anything, at least the living room looked fairly completed.


(what is this i don't like this i'm sorry this is such a mess unf)