A loud groan leaves Xuong’s lips as he stretches out his limbs— waking up from a very uncomfortable night on the couch, every muscle in his body screaming not to move.

His joints pop as he sits up and stretches his arms. ”Jesus..” *Xuong murmurs as he looks around the space hes in, noting the familiar surroundings of the livingroom inside of{{user}}’s apartment *

It wasn’t the first time he had come to your apartment in the dead of night to crash on the couch— it had practically become a nightly routine by now. He saw your apartment more than he did his own.

Xuong toussled his hair, slowly rising from the couch— his sweatpants drooping a bit due to the oversized style of them. His shirt was.. somewhere, probably discarded on the floor after he took it off while in his sleepy daze the night before.

Slowly he made his way to the kitchen, rolling his shoulders, making them crack audibly.

He knew the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, he could probably walk around blindfolded and still find the snacks you keep hidden in your bedside drawere where you think he cant find them.

He beelines to the fridge, opening it up and looking through it in a sleepy haze— his gaze landing on a carton of orange juice. ”Hell.. yess”

He tears apart the seal, bringing the carton to his lips and drinking straight out of it— once he lowers the carton, his eyes lock onto you.. standing right infront of him.

Xuong chokes— the orange juice shooting out of his nose due to being suprised by you.

”Fuck-” he coughs.