A pleasant and warm scent reaches my nose, waking me up. I moan and gather the strength to drag myself out of bed. It seemed like I couldn't distance myself from my bed, so I decided to bring some of it with me. By some, I meant my pillow. I grab my pillow and sluggishly walked outside. I headed in the direction of the kitchen. Sizzling sounds were heard. I rubbed my eyes in order to see better.

Yugyeom stood at the stove. He was cooking bacon at the moment. Two plates were on the counter beside him, already containing toast. I felt blessed.

I slowly ease up on him, making sure he didn't hear me. I failed since he turned around, feeling the presence of someone. His eyes landed on me, eyebrows raising slightly.

"Don't think much of this," he began. "I was hungry and I wasn't gonna wait for you to wake up so I cooked something. I decided to make you some as well since I already had this out." He finishes cooking his bacon and slides it on the plate. "You're just lucky that I just finished cooking." He hands me a plate. I grab it with my free hand.

"As, thank you for making me, um..." I look down at the plate. "Toast and bacon?" It came out more as a question.

"Beggars aren't choosers." He claimed before he munched on the corner of the toast, walking to my small table of two. I follow suit.

I put my pillow aside the table, making sure it didn't get in the way. We dig into the meal. I had to admit, it wasn't bad. I keep on eating my meal, bite after bite. Yugyeom interrupts me.

"So um, anything you wanna do today?" He shuffles the food around his plate. He was almost done. I mean, it wasn't like there was a lot to eat anyways.

I smirk. "You really do suck at small talk," I took his words from the time we did a 'hangout'. I don't think he'll remember. Heck, I'm surprised I remembered.

Yugyeom smiled. "Hey, at least I did better than you."

Eh! He does remember!

"Keep on believing that," I teased him. "Um, and to answer your question, I don't think I want to do anything today. We did so much this week, that I'd like to I chill..."

"Yeah, this week was eventful." He agreed.

We finished our plates and stood up, bringing them to the sink to wash later. Grabbing my pillow and hugging it to my chest, I walk over to the couch and plop down on it. Yugyeom sat next to me. I grab my remote to my smart tv.

"Wanna watch Netflix?" I turn my head to face him. My arm held up, making the remote point to the television.

"So that's your idea of chill?" Yugyeom retorts at me. My face turns red.

"N-No!" I click the button that says Netflix on it. Yugyeom laughs and turns back to face the tv.

"Just teasing you Bambam, I know what you mean." My body relaxes a bit from its tense form.

I channel through the movies. Action, Comedy, Romance, Anime, Terror. All of them not catching my attention.

"Any suggestions?" I ask him, still flipping through.

"I kind of in the mood for something funny..." Yugyeom mumbles out loud. I listen to his suggestion and go to the Comedy genre once again. I browse through and found a stand-up comedy film.

I guess this will do...

I press play and make myself comfortable by snuggling into my pillow. Yugyeom eyes my actions. The film begins, and Yugyeom's focus on me shifts away. I ease myself more and immersed on the tv in front of me.

The comedian was actually pretty funny. I found myself laughing time after time. I hear Yugyeom sharing a few chuckles here and there as well. But it sounded like he was focused on something else. I didn't know what because I was staring at the tv the whole time, not sparing a glance at him. The comedian tells another punch line, and I bury my head in my pillow, muffling my laugh.

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Yugyeom's POV

To say that I was paying full attention to the movie would be a lie. I hate to admit it, but I was stealing glances at Bambam. The whole first half of the film I was looking at him from the corner of my eye. Of course, I would let out a laugh here and there so it wouldn't seem suspicious. He didn't even notice anyways because he was too immersed. I watched how his face changed expressions. How his face scrunched up when he laughed, how his eyes tracked every movement across the screen, his expression turning concentrated as the comedian built up to his punch line, how his slender fingers clutched onto the pillow I front of him now and then-

Basically, I have been mesmerized by every little move he makes. And that scares me.

I should be doing this. I know I can't. I know where this leads, but I can't help myself. I kept on looking and looking. It was hard to look away. I've only felt this once, and I didn't want to feel it again, knowing too damn well where it lead me last time. But, something inside told me that this time it might be different. Maybe even better. That little voice was making me look back and back. As if it was a drug.

Why does he make me feel this way?

Bambam face quickly hides into the pillow, muffling his laugh. His whole body squeezes around the pillow, hugging it tightly. His legs wrap around it. His shoulders shake up and down, mimicking a laughing gesture. Fond is all I feel right now.

This was all too cute. His doings were making me feel warm and happy-

Stop letting this happen Yugyeom. Keep it together!

Bambam's red smiling face shoots up to take a breath of air. My eyes dart away towards the screen. I couldn't pay attention to the film, too busy listening to my mind scold me. Word after word, it taunted me of how this shaped my past. How this only goes one way; down. I didn't want to believe it. I wished and wished that there could be a better way. A much more pleasant outcome. I wanted to be brave enough to try, but the fear from old memories held me back. Warned me to be cautious. Informed me that I didn't need this feeling.

That's all that fueled me to bring up my walls and distancing myself from Bambam every time I felt as if we were getting too close...

The movie continued on. Bambam's laughter was dying down less and less. Then, it became quiet. I wondered what happened, and turned my head to look at him. Bambam somehow managed to go to sleep. His eyes were closed, body slumped over the pillow, small breaths of air puffed out silently from his ajar mouth, and his head was tilted slightly towards my side. I was quite surprised. He was so into the film, how could he have fallen asleep?

Well, this is Bambam we are talking about...

And we did stay up late last night, watching the stars...

I sigh, shaking my head clear of those thoughts. But then, my body freezes. I hear his pillow fall out of his grip. Bambam's body shifts, groaning a bit. Just to my luck, his body scoots closer to mine, and his head lays on my shoulder. Content in his unconscious position, he goes back to his peaceful sleep. I feel my face turn red.

Does he think I'm the pillow?

Oh no...

It's not like I could move. If I did, he would wake up, and that would be awkward to explain. Trying to distract myself from my current dilemma, I look back to the screen.

Crap. The movie just ended and the credits were rolling up. I sigh once more.

It just gets better and better... My mind gives me a sarcastic remark.

Thankfully, the remote was in arms reach. I grab it and turn the tv off. There was no point to keep it on since there was nothing else we- or I could watch.

But what do I do now?

I look back down at Bambam's sleeping face. He was so oblivious to what was going on. And, it looked like he was having the best nap right now. I couldn't disturb him. I didn't have the heart to.

Groaning, I came to the realization of the choice I had to make...

I made myself comfortable, snuggling into Bambam side. It was warm and soft. Easier for me to sleep here. I closed my eyes, getting ready to take a nap as well. That was all I could do in the moment, and I was also tired from staying up late on the roof last night.

This couldn't hurt. I was just gonna take a nap next to him. That's not bad...

Right?