Jiyong POV:

6:15 a.m.

We arrived at Paris Grille after a 15-minute car ride that felt like it droned on for hours. The air wasn't heavy between us, but neither of us spoke, even now. It felt like we were standing on a glass walkway; it looks stable but one wrong step can cause the whole thing to shatter. A waitress seated us at a table and took our orders and it felt like an eternity before one of us spoke.

There were no hard feelings. I knew he forgave me, but he'd still bear my foolish actions in mind. Right now, it was like meeting someone for the first time and  being scared of making a bad first impression. But the situation really just consisted of two people who'd known each other for countless years, and both are aware that, though there are no current feelings of anger or anything of the sort, one word could ruin everything. Again.

"So are we under some oath of silence now, or am I missing something?" Youngbae said, slight amusement in his tone. "You've been staring at your coffee for the past 5 minutes like it just drowned your goldfish. Not to mention, you were silent the whole car ride." I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of his statement.

"Drowned my goldfish? Youngie, that's not possible, they have g-"

"Gills, I know." I stared at him for a moment, confused, before he elaborated. "You looked confused and bothered; I won't ask why, because I think I already know, but I feel like those two emotions would sum up how you'd feel if you just watched a fish drown before your very eyes."

"That's crazy, but okay. I think I get it now." Before I could finish my sentence, our previous waitress came over with our pancakes, muttering a soft  'Enjoy your food' before moving along. We both muttered our thanks to her before she left.

Youngbae POV:

I could tell Jiyong was being overly cautious, but it was better than earlier this morning. Our conversations were slightly one-sided, and that was okay for now; he was obviously scared. I stared at my pancakes for a moment, before spreading around the butter and drowning them in syrup, earning a chuckle from Jiyong as he grabbed the syrup jug after me.

I was cautious for the first few bites, trying to look classy since we were in public after all. But god damn, I was hungry. My eyes darted around the surprisingly deserted restaurant, taking note that no one was paying any attention and I dug in, all cares going away. I could tell Jiyong was doing the same.

Not long passed before we ordered a second plate and ate a bit slower, our priorly-starving stomachs finally having mercy on us.

"You know, I kinda miss having schedules often like when we have a comeback." Jiyong spoke, taking a sip of his coffee afterwards.

"Why's that?" I tilted my head in curiosity.

"We always had something to talk about. Lately, it's just silence, and well-" He cut himself off, trying to think of the words. "I don't know, the silence is a bit overwhelming lately." He laughed nervously and I could tell from the look on his face, he wasn't sure if I'd take that statement the wrong way. I understood what he meant though and laughed softly alongside him.

"Good point, but I was always too tired to talk." Laughter continued to resonate in my tone. "I remember after every one of those schedules, getting back and literally passing out in bed."

"God, Youngie. So lazy." Jiyong said, his tone teasing as he waved a square of pancake at me from his fork. I still never understood those things. They do everything that chopsticks do, so why make another utensil?

"Pfft. Like you're any better. You forget we're roommates; I know you do the same thing." He gasped, making an exaggerated offended expression like I'd just revealed some top secret of his.

"Damn, caught again." He grinned and finished his plate, taking a large chug of coffee. I followed suit a few minutes later and he paid and we returned to his famous white Ferrari.

10:02 a.m.

We were sprawled out on the couch watching the cheesiest of dramas on television and for the first time in forever, there was no tension in the air. It was nice.

The couple on the drama would fight and then quickly kiss and make up, holding hands and smiling gleefully. I couldn't help but feel my face flush, feeling as if I was some teenage girl finally hanging out with her crush. My head instinctually tilted to the left, leaning on Jiyong's shoulder. From the slight jerk he did, I assumed he'd drifted off. He leaned his head on mine and we stayed like that for a while. My eyelids grew heavier the longer we stayed like that. My vision started to fade as I slowly drifted into a light sleep, too comfortable to make myself stay awake. I could hear Jiyong's soft chuckle and feel his hand gently playing with my hair.

Jiyong POV:

10:23 a.m.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I was happy. I could feel the stupid grin make its way onto my face as I blankly stared at the television. I didn't realize I'd spaced out until I felt a head land on my shoulder and my grin grew. I could tell he'd fallen asleep after a few minutes, judging by his complete silence and stillness, as contrasted to his laughter and clapping and 'oh my god'-s that happened so frequently as he watched the drama. I rested my head on his for a small amount of time before sitting back up, letting him continue to lay on me while I played with individual strands of his hair, taking care not to wake him up.

A while passed before the show ended and I felt myself growing a bit tired as well. I stood up and yawned, picking Youngbae up off of the couch and carrying him off to to my bed, figuring it was more comfortable than the couch. I joined him for a bit, attempting to take a nap as well, and failing miserably. So I just layed there, watching for a bit, admiring how peaceful my Youngie looked as he slept. I felt myself relax and exhaustion finally took over me after almost an hour. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was Youngbae scooting closer, sleep-muttering something about being cold. I pulled him as close as he could get and pulled the covers a bit higher and then sleep took over. 

Warmth and comfort are the only two things that exist right now. That's all that matters.

A/N: It's been forever since the last update, I'm so sorry. It's been almost two months. I've honestly had no inspiration to write lately due to being under insane amounts of stress. That's no excuse though. You guys deserve the best, really. Once I graduate, this June, I will try to devote way more time towards writing. I also apologise if this chapter . It's a different style from what I usually do, and I'm not really sure what I think of it. As usual, this story will remain my priority though. I will always try my best for you guys. You deserve it. Anyways, enough of my blabbering. You know what to do: Subscribe, Upvote, (and most importantly) Comment. It really does help.

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