Jongin awoke to the slight headache he had gotten from the painkillers. Sitting up slowly, he found the same cardigan covering his body as he turned around to see Sehun who was sleeping with his head resting against his fist, maintaining the same stiff posture throughout the night. Jongin was perhaps a little surprised at how he had stayed the night before noticing that if he lay back down again, his head was resting on Sehun’s lap. He scratched his hair a little and smiled as he got up and gently shifted Sehun’s body to allow him to lie comfortably on the sofa. He must’ve been tired, for Sehun hadn’t woken up despite being moved to such an extent. Jongin smiled at how adorable he looked as he slept innocently before placing the cardigan over him and turning the air-conditioning down a little. Walking towards the kitchen, he got himself a cup of water and got himself ready for the day. As he entered the ice cold shower, the water running down his toned body, he thought of everything that had gone on between the two of them, ranging from the first time they met to Yixing’s clueless blabbers. It seemed from Sehun’s reactions that despite being touched once in awhile and feeling more free to express his concern, he still seemed a little distant, as though there was an invisible barrier between them both even as they sat close to each other in the same room. Yet Sehun’s smiles caught him off guard, the eye smiles which appeared to be nothing but genuine and warm; he hadn’t felt this free and warm for awhile even though he kept his cheerful self up. He felt lucky to have met Sehun, and he felt as though he had once again confirmed with himself that he loved this boy a little too much; and alike, he was afraid of tying him down. Leaving the room with his sweatpants and a towel over his chest, he walked out of the room while drying his hair to see Sehun sitting up on the sofa with his legs crossed as he looked around blankly.

“Good morning.” Jongin said cheerfully as he smiled at Sehun who looked up to see him standing before him without his shirt. For a moment Sehun felt himself getting a little abashed yet he cast the thought away with concern as he saw the air-conditioner blowing down at him.

“Get your shirt please; don’t catch a cold or something and fall sick again.” Sehun got up and walked over to push Jongin back into his room and shut the door on him as he smiled faintly before turning back and plonked back down onto the sofa. He heard Jongin’s chuckles as he opened the door and emerged in a maroon tank top as he trudged towards the kitchen, “Yes boss.” Sehun watched him open a cupboard to reveal a stock of instant ramen similar to the one he had in his own unit. Jongin turned over to ask which flavour he preferred as Sehun pointed to seafood as he got up and scooted to the kitchen to help. Being tasked with getting the noodles ready, he opened the packaging and carefully poured the seasoning and garnishes into the styrofoam bowls as he glanced at Jongin filling the flask to boil water – perhaps he hadn’t noticed it because of his jackets and basic tees but Jongin definitely had glorious arms, his muscles toned from his years of dancing; and Sehun had conceivably spent too long admiring Jongin’s biceps as Jongin tilted his head backwards slightly to catch Sehun’s eye. Sehun turned back while scratching his forehead awkwardly before continuing with his interaction session with uncooked ramen. He swore he could’ve heard Jongin laughing a little as he shook his head before placing the flask on the bottom of the boiling set. The next time Sehun turned around to bring the two bowls over to the flask, he saw Jongin leaning against the kitchen cabinets, his arms propping him up as he sat onto the tabletop while swinging his feet like a young child – was this how he behaved even when he was alone? Sehun shook his head as he laughed at Jongin’s actions. Jongin grinned and pushed himself off before approaching Sehun and placing his hand on Sehun’s head. Surprisingly he did not shuffle away or push him away but rather stood there motionless with his shoulders moving upwards and downwards slowly together with his breathing. Jongin inched closer and placed his head on Sehun’s shoulder, with his other hand draped down by his side. Sehun turned hi