I open my eyes and darkness creeps in my sight. Seunghyun’s hands still wrap around me, and I can feel something heavy on my head which I learn it is his head. I smile. It is indeed a happy moment to be with him now. I take that chance to place my left arm on his built chest. I really, really want to stay in that position for a little longer. Closing my eyes, I cherish the moment in my head. Thinking I’ve been delayed for long, I my palm on his chest, waking him up.

‘Seunghyun….’ I call him name, fondly. Yup. I admit that I’ve liked him a bit more after what he’s done to me. Now I realize that he indeed cares about me.

‘Seunghyun… wake up.’ Again, I call him, his right tight this time. He moves.

‘hurmm.. what is it…’ sound sleepy, he moves his head from mine. I smile when I hear his voice. It sounds y to me.

‘wake up… it’s late already.’ I look up at him but all I can see is shadowy black figure because of the darkness.

‘huh?’

I see him moving his head left and right before settling his eyes in my direction.

‘is it night already?’ he asks me, still in that lazy and drowsy tone. Again, he puts his head on mine and tightens his hug.

what’s wrong with you? I ask myself.

I push him a little to signal him to let me go. But all he does is tightening his wrap against my body. I push him once more, but he shows no sign of loosening his grip.

‘are you…cold?’ I ask him sarcastically. Let me go you heavy bum!

I hear him laughing but still, not letting me goes.

‘Can I stay like this for one more minute? Please?’

The moment he says the word ‘please’, I am doomed. Damn, how did he know? The only one thing I can’t bear in this world is when people ask me with that damn P word. Why God even produce that word in this world?

‘Okay! Just one more minute.’ I tell him. Actually, I am fine with people hugging me. Like, I won’t even get pregnant from it but hugging in this pitch dark and with this man can make me really uncontrollable. I have been resisting myself from doing something… something unhealthy for a long, long time. And there is no way I would let him breaking my principle. Besides, he is just my freaking housemate, not my lover.

‘teeettt. One minute has long gone!’ I announce loudly. His laughter burst out.

At last, he sets me free by ruffling my hair. I yell!

‘yyaaahhhh!!!! Stttoopp it!!’ Ignoring him, I fix my hair using my hand.

Suddenly, he stands up and leaves me to switch on the lamps. When I realise he’s coming back to my direction, I look at him. It tickles my heart so much when I notice his hair is in a mess and it’s poking in every direction which makes him look like a zombie.I laugh so hard that my eyes are tear. I swear I’ve never see him like this. He’s always a person who will take care of his appearances even when he’s going to poo.

‘hahahahahahaha.’ I keep laughing even when he takes his seat beside me.

‘is there a boogie in my eyes?’ he rubs his eyes innocently. I like seeing him like that. I stop laughing and begin to mess up his hair more.

‘aigoooo seunghyun sshi… since when you become this cute?’ I pout my mouth, kidding him. As fast as lightning, he holds my hand and looks at me in disbelief.

‘how dare…..you!’

I keep on laughing and he starts to join me. We keep laughing at each other until we’re tired.

‘I’m hungry…’ he looks at me with a-cute--in-a-boot type of eyes, rubbing his stomach.

‘I haven’t eaten since this morning.’ He continues. I smile, hearing his explanation.

‘How about spaghetti?’ I ask him, fixing my sight in his brown hazelnut eyes.

‘Spaghetti, okay!’ he says excitedly to me. Damn lord, he’s too cute in my eyes right now.

I shook my head and quickly stand out to make his image entering my eyes again. I bring my feet to the kitchen and I have a feeling that he’s following me.

Damn you Seunghyun. Get your of my face.

I busy myself searching for the ingredient in the fridge when I hear him asking me.

‘do you want me to help?’

I stop doing whatever I do and look at him.

‘Do you want to?’ I see him palming his chin through the wall that separates the kitchen table and the dining hall.

‘Mind you I’m terrible in cooking. But I you don’t mind I can…’

‘so why are you asking the obvious? ’ I snap him.

‘just asking.’ He smiles at me, flashing his perfect white teeth, making his dimples appears. Wait! I just realise he has dimples, two deep dimples. Jesus, with that perfect look and now dimples. Is he even real? I’ve always fallen to guys who has dimples, and why must he become one of those lucky man that destined to have those deep, cute and y facial feature?

Mesmerizing his look, I suddenly realise that I need to get him out of my sight before I get nervous.

‘why?’ I try to act cold and pretend to busy myself with the ingredients.

‘because I just wanna ask you.’

‘then don’t. Don’t try to distract me seunghyun.’

‘Why are you calling me by my name? How old are you?’ he stands up straight in his position, trying to provoke me.

‘why can’t i?’ I challenge him back.

‘because I think I’m older than you. How old are you?’

’25!’

‘hah!! See! I’m 27. Call me oppa!’

‘Never!’

‘I’m your oppa. Call me oppa!’

‘never! Not even in your dream.’ I close my ears with my both hand. I’m not trying to be rude or what, but I really hate to call other people oppa except from my brother. I hate it when other people have my brother’s title. My co-workers accept my standpoint really well, except those who have seniority on me. Only then I call them oppa or else ‘sshi’. As for my boss, Jiyong, I call him Mr. Kwon when we are in formality and he doesn’t mind at all to be addressed as Jiyong when we hang out even though he is one year older than me. And as for you Seunghyun, I would never, ever and ever call you oppa!

‘Someone is being ill-mannered’ I hear him talking behind my back. Urgh! How dare you.

‘I don’t care. But I would never call you oppa.’

‘then, how about jayiga? Baby? Homie? Sweetheart?’ he says while lifting his eyebrows playfully, and smiling wickedly.

I glare at him I disbelief. How can he even…? Jesus. He’s totally beyond his mind.

‘Crazy!’ I shout at him. He burst into laughing when I curse him.

‘Choose. Either Seunghyun or Seunghyun-sshi?’ I let him decide my final decision.

‘Oppa!’

‘Okay, fine. Then I’ll call you whatever I like.’

‘then, I will call you WHATEVER I like too, sweetheart.’ He winks at me.

Is he kidding? I’m your goddamn house owner?!

‘are you kidding? You are my ren….’

‘blablabla~ I DON’T CARE.’ He parrots my earlier statement.

Damn! I curse him in my heart.

‘Either you call me oppa or I’ll call you whatever I like.’ Again, he imitates me. My mouth opens and closed in disbelief, but before I can say anything, he disappears into his room. He left me in the kitchen, alone and speechless.

God! Can you believe him?

Still, I can’t help from suppressing a smile, marvelling at what is happening just now between us and enjoying every moment. I continue busying myself, as I’ve got spaghetti to be made. For me, and for him.

For him.

For CHOI SEUNG HYUN.

Again, I smile at the thought of him.