April 10^th

I yawned, toes curling as my arms and legs extended to stretch. My fingers reached to meet my eyes, drearily rubbing away any remnants of a deep sleep and then proceeding to rake through my hair to ensure there were no huge knots. Satisfied that the back of my head didn’t feel like a bird’s nest, I fell back into the plump pillow and shuffled to face the other side of the bed, legs searching for a cool spot amongst the sheets.

Both eyes widened as my toes connected with something warm and smooth. Chanyeol stirred beside me, eyes twitching but not opening. He pulled the sheets up to his chin and settled once more, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I peered over to see my foot pressed up against his thigh and gasped softly, drawing it away almost immediately.

No part of me could recall how I ended up falling asleep in Chanyeol’s bed, but no part of me was complaining either. I sidled down and with my face propped up in an open palm, happily studied his delicately beautiful features. My gaze outlined the unique shape of his face, noticing the way his lips puckered cutely in his sleep, the way his hair had curled drastically overnight. I noted how appealingly large his hands were as they grasped the sheets and struggled not to laugh as I saw he was so tall that his adorable toes jutted over the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, my hands had a mind of their own. I the silky tussles of hair away from his eyes and dropped my fingers to his cheek, tracing invisible patterns across flushed skin. He sniffled in response and wiggled around, inching closer until his face pressed into the side of my neck. His warm breaths against me sent tingles throughout my body, but I didn’t move out of fear I would wake the slumbering giant. Unsure of how else to react, I snuggled into him and allowed myself to doze off once again.

I woke up a second time to the delightful smell of pancakes wafting under my nose and without a moment’s hesitation, my body toppled out of the bed and my stiff feet dragged me towards Chanyeol’s tidy kitchen. He stood hunched over the stove in concentration, eyebrows furrowed together. My heart faltered as his hand swept past the sizzling pan, but like all days prior, I quickly remembered that he was fully capable of doing everything on his own. He flipped the fluffy pancake once and tipped the pan, allowing the appealing breakfast to slide onto a white plate rimmed with floral designs. In experienced, swift movements, he covered the pancake in perfectly chopped fruits and finalised the meal with a few drips of syrup.

He spun around, plate balanced in his palm and grinning widely. ‘It’s 2pm. You must be hungry.’

Though it was simple, Chanyeol’s cooking was like heaven. Each time I brought the fork to my mouth I felt the instant build-up of saliva and as the pancake rested atop my tongue, my tastebuds pricked with delight. He smiled each time he heard my joyous moans, pleased to know he had done a decent job. Even as I the plate clean he continued to spoil me, proceeding to wash the dishes though I claimed it was only fair I performed the task and later insisting he take me on a date. I wasn’t accustomed to him acting so animatedly, but I couldn’t resist his newly revealed charms.

As the sun descended hours later only to be replaced by a sparkling full moon and countless shining stars, Chanyeol nervously stood on my front doorstep to bid me farewell for the night. He fiddled with his hands and bounced from one foot to the other, waiting to ensure I could get inside. As he heard my door click and creak open, he cleared his throat and stepped forward, uneasily gnawing at his bottom lip. I knew what he wanted and lessened the distance between us, my palms coming to rest comfortably against his chest.   

Following his soft anxious laughter, he leant in and pressed his lips to mine, parting them deliberately, mischievously with his tongue. His shaky hands wound around my waist as he deepened the kiss, his nerves gradually melting away. I mirrored his movements with equal eagerness, snaking my arms around his neck to tug him in closer.

Jimin, who had been spying through the crack of the front door, lost her footing and slipped through. ‘Mind if I join?’

April 11^th

‘I have an issue’, Jimin whined, pulling herself up onto the kitchen stool, ‘both of your boyfriend’s friends are really cute. Which one do I date?’

I choked on my cereal and spluttered unattractively for a moment before spinning to face her. ‘You shouldn’t date someone just because you think they’re cute. Which one has a better personality in your eyes?’

‘They’re both so similar. One is a little more serious, but they’re both funny and have pretty voices.’

‘Then you shouldn’t date either of them.’

Jimin sighed and pressed her forehead against the bench. ‘Seeing you and Chanyeol last night made me feel lonely. You’re going to start spending more time with him so I need to find a replacement for you!’

‘Hoes before bros’, I responded, chuckling.

She peered up, a smile cracking across her face, eyes crinkling happily as she reached over to high-five me. I grinned and ruffled her hair as though she were a puppy, earning a feigned snarl. She swatted my hand away playfully to quickly neaten the cluster of bed hair I had somehow managed to worsen.

‘Do you need me today?’ I asked, nudging her with my bare toes.

‘You’ve got plans with Chanyeol, huh?’

‘Maybe.’

Jimin rolled her eyes and slipped off the stool, pretending to trudge away sadly with slumped, defeated shoulders. ‘I don’t need you today’, she replied, faking sobs, ‘I’m just going to go cuddle your pillow and wait for you get home.’

‘Want me to bring you home some food?’

She shuffled backwards, coming towards me once more with a creepy expression plastered across her features. ‘Tteokbokki.’