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Her hand stopped as it reached a centimetre away from the door knob of her mother’s room. It was 6am, she held a tray with her other hand. Contemplating whether to open the door or knock and give him his breakfast on bed, or wait for him to wake up on his own and head downstairs.

Sighing, she pushed through with the second option. While on the way to the stairs, she stared at the tray for a moment. If she waited for him downstairs, wouldn’t the food cool off?

“Maybe I should leave it by the side table.”

The knob twisted open carefully. Chanyeol didn’t even bother locking the door, she thought, shaking her head.  Tiptoeing, she slowly made her way to the table beside the bed, where the sleeping figure of the tall fella could be found.

After placing the tray at its place, her eyes unintentionally shifted its direction to Chanyeol. He was sleeping soundly. His body heaving as he breathed. She was never this mesmerized over any person in her entire life. First thing for sure was that, she never even had interest in any one of them. But this guy, there was something about him that was different from any other guy she had encountered before. What was it? That – she doesn’t know.

She opened the side table, remembering her mom was a fan of post-its. Taking one, she wrote a note and stuck it by the mug of hot chocolate on the tray. She returned the other post-its, and slowly tiptoed her way out of the room, hoping she wouldn’t wake him.

After consuming her breakfast, she checked the time. It was 6:45am.

“He would wake up by now, right? He does know we have a class today.”

She wasn’t so sure herself if he really did know. Today was basically the first day of the week, Monday. It would be bad to start off the week with tardiness.

Should I wake him up?

She shook her head.

No Ara, if you do that, it will look like you care. Let him wake on his own!

But if you don’t wake him up, he’ll be late.

Who cares if he gets late?

You do!

She scrunched her hair out of frustration. Her conscience has convinced her to wake up Chanyeol. Guilt really has its own ways to forcing a person to do something against his will.

Reaching the room, she heaved a sigh before placing her fist on the door. “Go do it Ara. There’s nothing wrong about knocking. What are you so tensed about?” She whispered to herself.

As she was going to knock, the door opened, revealing the awakened Chanyeol with a messy bed hair, reading the note that she posted on the mug earlier. The tray was occupied by an empty plate and mug – an indication that he must have been awake for the last minutes she left him. Sensing her presence, his eyes directed towards to meet with hers. His eyes enlarged for a split second befo