I'm lying flat on my back, eyes staring onto the ceiling. I've been lying here like that for hours now,

Not thinking about you.

Sometimes I stand up, straying through our dorm.

I walk to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of juice, only to leave it on the table in the living room (half-empty).

I don't end up in front of your door (like always).

I stumble back into my room awkwardly, asking myself what the hell is wrong with me.

I sit down in front of my desk, attempting to get rid of my ridiculous thoughts through writing a few lines.

I don't find myself staring at your photo on the desk instead.

I definitely don't admire your features, your beautiful black orbs, your silky hair, those dark circles under your eyes which I find so cute - 

"Hyung!"

You knock on my door.

I don't open it, I don't let you in as you ask if you can sleep in here because your own bed is so lonely (without me).

After all you're a boy, you're the maknae and I'm the leader. There's nothing (supposed) to happen between us.

I don't enjoy  it as you're cuddling close to me and I don't blush (crimson red) as you nuzzle your nose into the crook of my neck.

You fall asleep soon, with your arms around me.

"I'm not in love with you."

But you don't hear me, smiling to yourself.

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A/N: So it's reeeeaaaaaalllyyy short. Did it make sense? :D  Hope you liked it though :) Comments are loved<3