... This is sososososososososososooo awkward.

What do I do? Do I get up? Do I just pretend to be asleep until he wakes up? Oh gosh. It's already been 5 minutes... And I still haven't decided what to do yet.

                To say things the fast way... Donghae and I are ... "spooning" o.o ... What do I do?  He might wake up if I move... But do I REALLY wanna stay here? :S

As I debate over this, Donghae stirs slightly and his arm loosens its grip around my waist. Yes, he's going to wake up. Suddenly, his arm reaches around me again, this time even lifting me up a little so he put his other arm under me, and next thing I know, he’s COMPLETELY hugging me :O I try to turn my head to see if he's actually asleep, but since I’m kinda confined in my position, I can’t really tell… I think he is :S He exhales deeply and hugs me even tighter, so there's no space between my back and his chest. His chin was now resting over the top of my head. Okay. Escape. Escape. Escape now.
"Donghae..." no answer

….

"Donghae." ... His head shakes a little, still asleep. I guess it's time,

…

…

"YAH LEE DONGHAE!!!!!"I shout using my hands to try and break his hold on me.

                He jerks up, so he's sitting, pulling me up with him. Wow, it's like I'm a lifeless dummy or something; he can forcefully move me… in his sleep -.-" We sit for a while... He just needs to clear his head, Gaheun, just a few more seconds...

"Oh." Is all he says as he quickly let's go.

"... Sorry," he adds awkwardly. I turn my body to face him. He was looking down, his head tilted downwards away from me, scratching his head I little.

"It's okay; I just needed to go to the bathroom." I lie, it's already awkward enough.

"mm." he nods his head once.
 
 

                I finish showering and am blow drying my hair when I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"Gaheun, are you dressed?" he asks urgently, I turn off the hair dryer.

"Yeah? Why are you in a rush?" I say as I open the door.

Donghae is standing right on the other side, wearing a ripped t-shirt and jeans, his hair still messy from waking up not too long ago. He was holding my phone, handing it to me.

"You got a text message." he says, his eyes burning with curiosity. Why? I have no clue.

"That’s why you sounded so rushed? :S"

"Well... I don't know if you want me to read it or not."

"... Okay. You're so weird sometimes. And of course you shouldn't read them; it's an invasion of privacy"

"... Oh. So what are you hiding from me then?" he asks curiously.

"What? Nothing. It's just an invasion of privacy. So that means: Don't read my messages."

"Oh. Okay," he says, smiling while he darted his eyes away from me. He's planning something, I can feel it.