A/N: Super super short second update for the day~ This is I hope a somewhat acceptable form of apology from me to you. >< And this is in Jiyong's POV. I hope you like it~

Sometime that night, I was woken up by my hungry stomach. I can feel it growling and was cringing to myself, hoping that Seunghyun wouldn’t be woken up by it as he was laying on it, asleep. He had somehow managed to make me his pillow through the night. I could only see as far as the light from his alarm clock illuminated. It was three fifteen. My stomach growled again and he slowly started lifting my head up, blearily blinking his eyes at me. I looked at him sheepishly, hoping he won’t see me blush, God, I am such and embarrassment. Seunghyun moved up my stomach some more and bent his back at a weird angle to get his lips connected to mine, grinning when my stomach made a noise again. It felt like it was getting close to just digesting itself unless I fed myself soon.

I had realized barely ten seconds before falling asleep that we never actually got to eat dinner, seeing as how Seunghyun nearly set ours on fire and then we were too busy being attached to each other to bother cooking something else. It wasn't even seven by the time we were done and we'd been asleep for about eight hours already. He was probably starving.

With a slight groan and a long stretch, he got his arm to the other side of the bed where his phone was sitting on the side table and brought it back to where we were laying on each other. He knew my phone was back in the living room where I'd left it in my hoodie pocket so he just typed his message and left it open, setting it on my abdomen so I could read it.

Would you like an early breakfast or a really late dinner?

I  just typed my reply under his message and handed it back to him.

You can sleep a while longer if you want to. I'll be fine for a few more hours.

Dinner it is.

I just shook my head and smiling, reaching for my phone again.

Can I use your shower while you make "dinner"?

Of course, darling.

I smiled again, trying to stop the idiotic grin that was about to come out, and kissed him softly before he moved off of me so I could get out of his bed. The sheets slipped away from me as he stood up and I started collecting my clothes off the floor when I suddenly remember that I was stark . I quickly threw the closest piece of clothing to me towards Seunghyun, which just so happened to be his boxers, getting him in the face, as I blushed madly and ran towards the bathroom as fast as I could.

As I stood in the shower I couldn’t help but to remember the details of last night. It is not in me most of the time to be the one initiating but it just felt so amazing to be so closeand intimate with Seunghyun that I couldn’t stop myself. He gave me courage and confidence in myself. He made me feel wanted. And I sure hope he felt the same way.

As I was done with the quick shower I head back out to the kitchen, praying that Seunghyun did not burn our food this time. As I walked in, I saw him frying and simmering various things, while also occasionally kicking away Charlie who was waiting for food to fall. He didn't hear mw walking over and jumped slightly as I slid my arms around his waist, almost dropping the sliced bell pepper he had in his grip as well as the piece in between his teeth. Smiling as well as he could with pepper in his mouth, he turned in my arms facing me. I smiled wider and kissed his around the pepper, biting it off and taking it with me on my way to the stools next to the island counter. He noticed that I was wearing one of his shirts, and it made his grin grow to almost his ears.

As I was sitting down on the wooden chair, I hissed involuntarily as the pain from last night was suddenly coming to me and felt like I'd just gotten smacked in the back of the head with the sudden realization that hit me- We hadn't used anything to help with the pain. Seunghyun didn't use a or offer any lube or even try to prepare me; not that it was his fault, I completely forgot about it as well. I noticed him turning around and his mouth fell open, as he too realized this.

He abandoned his frying pan for a few moments to grab a seat cushion from the good chairs in the dining room, and ran back to me. It wouldn't help a lot, but it would be enough to at least make me more comfortable while sitting. With a small tug on my shirt sleeve, he got me to stand up long enough for him to slip the cushion on the seat and sat me back down like a child. He His cheeks turned a cute shade of pink and he looked up at me through his eyelashes, almost like a puppy. I just smiled an apology and kissed me until he smelled something burning, running back to the stovetop. We both didn't want a repeat of the night before.

So around four o'clock in the morning, my boyfriend and I sat down on my couch, with Charlie switching between whose lap he was laying on, eating (mildly burnt) breakfast burrito dinners while a quiet, subtitled version of Secret Garden played on the TV. He had quite a while before he had to go to the bar and we felt like we had all the time in the world to just…be together.