You didn’t think you slept much. There had been a few moments where you dozed off, but you couldn’t keep your eyes closed long enough with Baekhyun holding you close like this.
You already knew you liked him — infatuation that you were sure would wane once you got used to his flirtatious nature. But, you’d come to the realisation that you liked him a lot more than you thought.
It wasn’t love, not yet at least, but you could see that happening. You could see yourself in a relationship with him, kissing the pout off his lips during one of his playful tantrums, then him sliding his arm around your waist to pull you closer.
He woke up with a groan, eyes squinted as they adjusted to the sunlight that filled the room, then he smiled a tired smile once he met your eyes. “Good morning, honey,” he greeted with a slight gravel in his voice before he kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry… I don’t even know when I fell asleep. I’m sure the couch was uncomfortable.”
That was the least of your problems at this point, your focus more on the fact that Baekhyun’s thumb was now your cheek as he stared straight into your eyes. “Its fine,” you managed to get out, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.
“So, do you wanna stay for breakfast? Or, do you want me to take you home now?”
“I’m not ready to test your culinary skills yet, but maybe some other time,” you joked, but the reality of the situation was that you wanted to leave as soon as possible so you could properly think about your feelings towards him. “But, I had fun last night,” you said to soften the blow.
You stood up, and he did as well, helping you gather your things. “I had fun, too. I liked when you were clinging onto me for dear life.”
You tried and failed to stifle a laugh, then rolled your eyes. “I hope you know I’m never watching a movie with you again.”
“That’s not true; you watched another one with me immediately after,” he reminded you, then slid an arm around your waist. “But, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never make you sit through a horror movie again, even if you looked so adorable the entire time.”
You’re at a loss for words as he gazed into your eyes, even more when left a kiss on your cheek, so close to your lips that if you had even turned your head just a little but, you’d feel the soft press of his lips against yours.
“Let me take you home, now,” he whispered, lips still hovering over your skin.
Although you managed to keep your composure during the ride home, you were a mess on the inside. You constantly switched from thinking that you felt the same towards each other, to reminding yourself that he made it clear that he wasn’t interested in having a relationship, and that you were probably reading too much into everything.
If you weren’t so afraid of ruining whatever it was you had, you would’ve asked him about his feelings already. But, you couldn’t, not until you were ready to accept the possibility of all of this ending abruptly, and unfortunately, you weren’t there yet, nor were you sure if you would be any time soon.
He followed you out to your door, and when you turned to say goodbye, he pulled you close to him, and pressed a kiss at the top of your head, letting it linger a bit before stepping back. “Let me know when you’re ready to hang out again.”
“I will,” you assured him, then you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding once you were on the other side of the door.
You took your phone out, tapping out a message to Sehun. Although he annoyed you sometimes, and he was guaranteed to tease you about your current situation, you had to admit that he always gave you good advice, and you definitely needed it right now.
A few seconds later, a call came through, and you immediately answered without checking who it was, already knowing who was on the other end. “Sehun, I—”
“You didn’t send me a message to let me know you were home last night, so either he did something to you; in which case, I’ll end him; or you slept at his house,” he guessed, and you hated that he was right.
“The latter,” you mumbled. “But, nothing like what you think it is. We were watching a movie and we just fell asleep. By the time I realised, it was too late for him to take me back home, so I just stayed.”
“Lame,” he said with an exaggerated yawn. “What’s the problem then?”
“The problem…” You hadn’t said the words out loud yet, and to finally do so felt nerve-wracking for some reason. Maybe because saying it to someone made it real, and you were hoping that you could run from it. But you knew that it was impossible to do that forever. “The problem is… I like him a little too much,” you admitted.
“That’s not a problem at all,” he assured you. “It’s obvious that he feels the same, so I think you should just tell him.”
“How do you know he feels the same?” Considering that he was dating Eunji, it was possible that he’d heard it from her, but it was also possible that he was just making an assumption, like he usually did in situations like this.
“I’ve seen the messages. Babe, I miss you so much. I haven’t had this much fun with anyone in a while. You always know how to make me smile,” he said mockingly. “Anyway, never mind how I know. Just tell him.”
“He’s just naturally flirty,” you said, more as a reminder to yourself. “Those messages don’t necessarily mean he feels the same.”
“That might be true, but he doesn’t flirt with you the way he does with others. In fact, I don’t even think he flirts with anyone else anymore,” he explained.
That would have been reassuring if not for one thing that always brought you back to reality. “Okay, that’s nice and all, but he already told me he’s not looking for a relationship,” you reminded him.
“You told him the same thing, and now look at you; a love struck idiot.”
Although his delivery wasn’t the best, he did have a point; just like you changed your mind, he could have changed his as well. But, despite that, there was still a possibility that you were wrong, and you’d rather not get hurt by him rejecting you. “Sehun,” you sighed. “I can’t tell him. Not yet.”
“Alright, I get it,” he replied. “But, just so you know, he’d have to be the biggest alive if he rejects you,” he assured you.
“Is that your way of saying that anyone would be lucky to have me?”
“Yes, but when you say it like that, it sounds too sweet,” he joked. “But I really do mean it. So, whenever you’re ready to tell him, just keep that in mind.”
You didn’t know if you’d ever be ready, but if there was ever a chance that you did, you strongly believed that Baekhyun wouldn’t reject you too harshly if he did, and you’d get over the hurt of it eventually.
Still, you were willing to put it off as long as you possibly could, just so you could continue to enjoy his affection. Even if there was a possibility that you’d end up hurt in the end.