I lie on my bed comfortably as Jeju’s sunrays touched my cheeks. The white curtains on the windows are swaying with the morning breeze. I turned around and saw Sungyeol lying beside me. With his white knitted sweater he propped his arms to hold his head for him to gaze at me properly. He looked at me with his soulful eyes of his and smiled lovingly. He caressed my cheek that made me smile. Sungyeol~

I buried my head to his chest then he placed his arms around me as we cuddled. I closed my eyes to doze off to sleep again cherishing this loving moment.

Something is wrong though. Why is Sungyeol in my room? And why are we cuddling?!

I opened my eyes immediately.

I sat up and looked around. Sungyeol is nowhere to be found. I glanced at the window. It is closed. The curtains are still and not swaying. My head hurts. It was a dream.

It was all just a dream.

I sighed with disappointment. Wait, why am I feeling disappointed?

The alarm clock then suddenly made noise. 8 o’clock. I made my way downstairs. I heard sizzles from the kitchen. Maybe Mrs. Byun is making breakfast.

“Good morning Manager!” Sungyeol beamed at me as I stepped foot on the kitchen.

“What.. What are you doing here? Where’s Mrs. Byun?” I asked. What is he doing here and why? He certainly surprised me this morning. First the dream then this.

“I’m making you breakfast,” he smiled. I looked at the pancakes and bacons on the dining table. He’s frying some sunny side up eggs now.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“Mrs. Byun went to the café early. She’ll bake some pastries for the café. Ilhoon will go to work today, right?” he asked. It is two days after Ilhoon got sick. He called me yesterday to personally say he’ll come up today. I nodded at Sungyeol. “He’ll help her. I saw Mrs. Byun this morning. She asked me if I could make some breakfast for you,” he storied while smiling sweetly.

And he did cook for me. I feel so touched. His gesture is so sweet. I actually like guys who cook and this made me like him more. Yeah, I like him now. Like as in ‘like’.

“You’re doing this because I’m your manager?” I asked jokingly. “Yesung oppa’s the one who give raises though, not me.” I chuckled as I sat on the dining table ready to eat the feast he prepared for me.

He poured milk on my glass then said, “Nope, I did this because you’re my friend.”

I looked up at him. He’s blushing. We’re blushing. He then immediately went back to the kitchen.

Friend.. I’m his friend?

“Ouch!” I cried as my finger got burnt from getting the brownies off the oven.

Sungyeol then went by my side right away. He held my hand with the burnt finger then pulled me to the faucet. Rushing cold water cooled my finger. “Wait for me here,” he instructed me not to get my finger out of the water.

He then got a first aid kit from one of the kitchen cabinets. He treated my burn.

He’s so concerned and caring. It made me feel special.

He finished off the treatment with placing the bandaid on my finger.

“Done! Does it still hurt?” he asked thoughtfully.

I shook my head then looked at my finger. The bandaid he gave looked so cute. “Thanks, friend.” I beamed at him.

I remember that scene of yesterday.

Friend. I am his friend.

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