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[10:36am] you were enveloped in a thick cloud of warmth, enjoying the sun rays that pierced through your living room windows and fell upon everything around you. you were wrapped tightly in a fluffy gray blanket and sipping on a steaming mug of tea. you hear a soft thud from the back of your apartment and then scuffling noises. they get louder and louder and then stop.

“morning sleepyhead,” you giggle into your mug and glance up at your roommate.

your heart jerks forward in your chest like someone put a leash on it and tugged. in a way your heart was on a leash. it was like han jisung, said roommate, had tied a string around it and connected it to his pinky. he was oblivious to the way he yanked this string up, down, left, right, backwards and forwards but it wasn’t like you were going around announcing it to the world. you were in love with him but he didn’t need to know that. he didn’t need to know that you lost your breath when he grinned cheekily at you and his eyes squished into little crescent shapes. he didn’t need to know that your eyes teared up at how angelic his giggle was. he didn’t need to know that you wanted him to sing you to bed every night. he didn’t need to know how much you craved his company all day and night. he didn’t need to know that envy coated you like green slime when you saw him talking to a person that wasn’t you. he especially didn’t need to know that you loved him with all your heart.

but on days like today when he walks out and he’s wearing baby blue pajama bottoms with little rabbits all over them and a white hoodie that’s definitely too big on him and his eyes are barely open and filled with sleep and his hair is going in every direction and messier than its ever been you want to tell him. you want him to know that your his. you want him to know that he has your heart on a string and it’s connected to his pinky and every time he breathes he pulls on the string so hard you think your heart will leave your body. instead of saying this you settle for something a little more subtle.

“cute bed head, baby,” you coo at him. his face lights up and he giggles. the giggles stop abruptly and the tips of his lips turn down. your brows furrow and you wonder why he won’t make eye contact with you.

“what’s up?” your voice is soft and you reach out for his hand.

he backs ups and mumbles, “i don’t like it when you call me baby.” again you feel your heart shudder but this time it falls a little and the once warm cloud you were surrounded by disappears. a dark cloud replaces it and you shiver with the new feeling.

“oh i’m sorry,” you whisper and although you try to keep the pain out of your voice, it forces its way through. jisung audibly gulps starts to apologize.

“ no it’s not your fault, i just- i’m- it’s just that,” he stumbles through his words and then pauses. he takes a deep breath, moves forward and pinches your chin between his index finger and thumb. he lifts his hand forcing you to look at him. “y/n, i really really really like you. like really really bad and i have for a long time. and it’s already so hard having to see you be cute everyday but for you to call me all these pet names and make me think that i have a chance hurts more than anything. that’s why i don’t like you calling me baby. i’m sorry if this makes things awkward but I can’t help it,” he speaks so quiet and for a second you wonder if you’re imagining it. as each second passes you both get closer to tears. jisung because he thinks he’s about to be rejected and you because the boy you love likes you back. his hand falls from your chin and you realize you haven’t answered him. you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, making sure he stays.

“han jisung just fucking kiss me already,” you whisper. his eyes double but he wastes no time in grabbing you by the hips and connecting your lips together. it’s not perfect. you know it could be better. both of your lips are a little too chapped and your teeth clang together and your rhythms are completely off. but that doesn’t matter. none of it matters because han jisung likes you. and you like him. and that means you’ll have plenty of time to practice kissing.

[7:68pm] you crack open an eyelid, remnants of a dream you won’t remember floating through your head. you can hear your boyfriend’s even breathing in the stillness of the morning. his firm chest was flush against your back and his legs followed the curve of your own. you twist in jisung’s arms, attempting to turn around so you could see him. his arm tightened around your waist and he pulled you closer to him, preventing you from facing him.

“5 more minutes. i want to hold your for just five more minutes,” jisung mumbles. his voice is raspy in your ear. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face and the blush that comes with it.

you squirm in his arms and whine, “i was just trying to turn so i could see you.”

jisung stills, and you can practically hear the cogs turning in his head as he thinks about this.

“mmm alright I’ll allow that,” jisung says softly, a smirk evident in his voice. his hold on you lightens, giving you just enough time to flip onto your other side. you grin upon seeing his sleepy face and lean forward to peck his nose. his face brightens, giggles falling from his soft lips. you shy away, smushing you face into his chest.

“you’re so adorable, baby,” jisung rests his chin against the top of yours. you slap his shoulder, obviously flustered. he snickers at your shy state.

the two of you lay there for awhile, way past five minutes. you bask in the body warmth jisung provides, letting the rising sun shine through your window and color everything around you gold. the silence is disrupted when jisung’s stomach growls, causing you laugh into his chest.

“stop! I’m hungry,” he pouts pulling away from you. you sit up in bed, peeling the sheets from your legs.

“c’mon silly let’s go eat breakfast,” you climb out of bed, tugging on jisung’s wrist. he stumbles after you, grabbing onto the back of your shirt.

“can you make waffles? please?” jisung begs, drawing out the please.

“I’ll think about it,” you tease him, pretending to actually ponder it. however, when you reach the kitchen you begin to pull out ingredients. your boyfriend, instead of helping you, chooses to cling to your back, making sure you’re never apart from him for more than 3 seconds.

“i love you, y/n,” jisung says softly.

“i love you too.”