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Three nights later, when Chanyeol showed up at her doorstep decked in a pair of sweats and a pullover sweater, holding a family-sized pack of Lays crisps to his chest along with DVDS of the whole Batman trilogy and the world’s biggest -eating grin plastered on his face, she let him in.

She woke up in his arms again the next morning and she told herself that she wouldn’t do what she did, that she could just get up and go about her day while waiting for him to wake up. But one look at his tousled hair and the dimple that appeared on his cheek as he pursed his lips, she did exactly what she told herself not to.

She asked herself, best friends do cuddle, right?

Right?

It was becoming a routine; a routine that they both seemingly found nothing wrong with, and therefore stuck to it.

As Haneul cleaned her bathroom later that day, she stared at the toothbrush with a red silicone-grip next to her green one for a few seconds before looking away, still feeling the tightness in her chest.

Chanyeol stayed over the following night. And as she was quickly losing herself to unconsciousness with his arms holding her body close against his, the only thing she remembered was feeling a pair of familiar soft lips pressing themselves to her forehead.

When they woke up, Chanyeol decided to take Haneul out for breakfast. After breakfast, he dragged her to go grocery shopping with him and then went back and forth choosing which brand of salad dressing he should buy about seven times before finally grabbing the mayonnaise and putting it into the trolley instead.

February 2014

The night when Chanyeol didn’t stay over, Haneul was surprised hear someone ringing her doorbell repeatedly. She had just finished taking a shower and drying her hair since she would be going to work andshe wanted to drop by Tom Lee’s to buy a new set of guitar strings. She had found herself wanting to resume playing her almost forgotten guitar multiple times already but she had to replace the strings since because the lack of use plus the moving of apartments caused a few spots of rust to gather.

“Wait, hold on.” She mumbled to herself while putting on a pair of jeans and a large pullover hoodie over the white button-up shirt for work.

And of course, standing at her doorstep was none other than Park Chanyeol. He was dressed and she spotted his guitar case beside him.

“Chanyeol?”

“Good morning, Haneul-ah.” He greeted as he stepped inside her apartment, he set down the guitar by the foot of her couch before turning around. “I am here for my breakfast.”

“What?” She wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly.

“I have to meet Yixing for practice later and Jongin went to the dance studio.” Chanyeol said.

“And?” She eyed him, hands perched on her hips.

“I’m hungry?”

Haneul gave him a look. “You can cook.”

“I’m lazy.”

“Then get something on your way to practice then.” Her eyes narrowed at him. “I'm not your personal chef, Yeol.”

“But –” He made his way over to her in two long strides and stood in front of her