He told me I could shower, he would just wait until I was done. I took a long hot shower, it felt refreshing and extremely relaxing, even though my eyes still hurt from crying. My mind started to become clearer, realising that I did overreact in the heat of the moment, something I shouldn’t have done, but I’m still not ready to face Glen just yet. With a sigh I remembered I forgot to bring with myself my douche gel, that’s when I noticed Hoseok’s big collection. Furrowing my eyebrows I looked at all the hair and body products he used, lowkey wanting to smell his douche gel. I had to take one whole second of contemplation then grabbed it, shamelessly opening it and putting some in my hand. The smell hit me like a truck, it definitely smelled like him a little bit, for some reason it was so manly. I had no idea he would use something like this. With a little guilt I washed myself, instantly calming down when I got out of the shower. While I was drying my body I remembered another crucial thing, but this time I really did a facepalm. And not the quiet one. Loudly groaning I left the bathroom and called out for Hobi. He came to me quickly stopping for a second as soon as he laid his eyes on me. His eyebrows rose up to his forehead, plush lips forming an “o” shape as he looked me up and down. Suddenly I felt extremely shy in just a towel with hair sticking out in every direction, not to mention the sweaty and red face.

“Is this your way of saying you want me or-?” he was obviously joking when he asked this.

“This is me asking for a pyjama because I didn't bring one. Yea, I know, fucking annoying. I just… wasn't in the right mindset.”

“Mhm, I'm guessing that's why you used my shower gel too?”

As he passed me I glanced at him, bad decision. His eyes were burning with a fire I have never seen before, lips turned up at the end, the fucker was smirking right down at me already knowing how his every expression made me react. I walked after him shyly, looking at the floor even after entering his room. I could only see a black rug and the wooden floor, nothing else. When his legs were in my view I looked up until his chest, he was holding an oversized black shirt with funny prints on it, and shorts that would end up until my knees. I thanked him quietly, he didn't say anything just left the room to give me some space. After I heard him close the door I exhaled out the air that I kept inside and quickly changed. All his clothes smelled like him, it felt like he was there with me, super close. The hint of a flowery scent made me inhale sharply while I looked around his room. It was huge, but still everything organized. Plushies all over on the shelves, made me think of his childish side, while the posters and all the trophies showed his passion. Suddenly I felt proud and made a mental note to congratulate him on his achievements.

After hanging the towel to dry I walked to the living room, still slightly cautious. Almost all the lights were turned off, beside one that was right next to the television. I could see him on the sofa, leaning back on it, a normal sized pillow at one side and a fluffy looking blanket wrapped around him. I haven't noticed I took so long in his room, he already showered, and now his douche gel could be smelled all around the apartment.

“Hobi?”

It was the first time I actually used the nickname he asked me to call him. Somehow it suits him, at least until he turned around, because then I almost choked on air. Only his face was visible and a little of his neck, but it was enough to make me forget how to breath. He washed his dark hair, that was still wet and brushed it backwards, leaving his forehead on the loose. Suddenly I wanted the ground to swallow me in, forgetting why I was here in the first place.

“Sit down, made you some coffee without caffeine.” he said while smiling at me.

“You know me so well.” I chirped, suddenly feeling the tension disappear between us.

“I try, honestly.” he watched me take a sip of the hot drink, which had the perfect amount of sweetness in it, then continued “So? Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“It's childish. I overreacted.” I mumbled while tossing and turning the mug between my fingers.

“I don't care. You felt bad, still do.”

“I just found out something about my best friend she… She was hiding something from me. Something important.”

“I'm sorry.”

The lump was back in my throat as I felt his hand on my thigh for one second. I didn't want to cry again, especially since I saw how awkward it made Hobi feel, so I just took another sip of my drink and tried thinking about something else. That's when I actually noticed the view he had. The huge glass windows made everything better.

I put down the mug and jogged up to the window only to sit down in front of it. I enjoyed the night view, Hoseok sitting down beside me with a smile plastered across his face.

“Nice, right? Romantic and all of that.” he whispered softly.

“Never took you for the romantic one.”

“You'd be surprised sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” I laughed “It's a miracle you're still talking with me.”

“We enjoy each other's company so why not?”

“I guess we do.”

We silently watched how the wind that was roughly pulling on the trees, sky almost the color of the ink. Surely it will rain again soon, that's when I suddenly remembered he still had classes tomorrow.

“Fuck I'm really sorry to barge in.” he looked at me funnily.

“I let you in, otherwise you'd be in jail already.”

“No, I mean, you still have some classes tomorrow and practice and urgh. I just came too out of nowhere in the picture.”

“Nah, it's fine. We're all bound to sometimes skip a class or two. I can always make up for it.” he smiled cutely, dimples showing.

“Aren't you tired?”

“Physically.”

For another few minutes I had no idea what to say, it was nice to silently watch as the rain slowly started to hit the windows, then steadily poured down on the buildings. I was unable to see anything because of the rain, so I got up with a sigh, such a mood ruined by the weather.

“Go to sleep, feeling emotionally exhausted is worse.”

“Do you feel like that too sometimes?” he made a face, I knew it. He wasn't the type to talk about his emotions.

“Everybody does. Now go, before I tuck you in.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I asked laughing as he pouted at me.

“Yes. I'm pretty sure I'm stronger than you.”

“What if I want you to tuck me in?” I asked innocently looking up at him.

“Then I might tuck you in.”

He grinned at me, making my stomach turn around. I was positive my heart would give up on me any second now, as we walked to his room in silence. He turned on the light and led me to his bed by holding my hand. Inside my head I was cooing at this whole situation, what are the fucking odds? He really went and made some space for me to lay down, then pulled up the big blanket until my shoulders. He slowly smoothed it out so it would be even and smiled down at me. In my imagination I was already ready for a forehead kiss, but he just told me goodnight and walked back to the door. Just when he turned off the light I whisper shouted his nickname as innocently as possible. He sighed and walked back to me, sitting down close to the pillow.

“Yes?”

“Can't you, I mean you know, just maybe, sleep with me?” he looked at me with another pout forming, this time an upset one.

“Jo…”

“I swear I won't try and suck your dick.” I explained hurriedly.

“I don't know if I should feel sad or happy about this statement.”

“Sorry, I just-”

“I'll be back.”

My heart started to pound annoyingly loud once again. He walked out coolly, did something in the living room then turned off the light. When he came back his hands were full with at least five pillows and another blanket. He threw all of them beside me then hopped on the bed. It took him one minute, but he deadass made a line of pillows between each other, leaving one for himself to sleep on and of course the blanket.

“Jung Hoseok. What the actual fuck?” I was laughing so hard tears were ready to fall from my eyes.

“SAFETY MEASURES!” he shouted while laughing just as hard as I was.

“Can't you just trust me for a quick second?!”

“I don't trust myself, okay?!”

I slowly stopped laughing, his words sinking in, making me squirm in my place. Until now I never thought of the possibility of him having to keep his composure around me, since I was the one who always thought about having sex. All those times, I wonder, did he feel the tension in the air too? Was it difficult? We never even kissed, we really did things the old school way.

He exhaled loudly next to me while moving around for a few seconds.

“Can we hold hands?” I asked quietly, facing him.

“You're greedy now.”

“You say it like it's a bad thing.”

“Still a baby.”

He threw his hand at my face, which made us have another laughing fit, maybe even longer than the previous one. After we stopped I put my hand on his, slowly caressing it. My heart almost stopped when I heard Hoseok quietly hum in pleasure. Not making a big deal out of it, at least pretending not to, I continued caressing with my fingers only, coming up until his elbows then back down to his knuckles. In a few minutes I could clearly see his face in the dark, his eyes were closed and the rhythmic breathing made it obvious he fell fast asleep. I stopped caressing to just put my hand on his and slowly come closer to it. Feeling his skin under mine and the smell of his douche gel helped me fall asleep faster than I could say goodnight.

In the morning I woke up because of a strong fabric softener smell. I could smell it before I fell asleep but this time it seemed stronger. My mind was still clouded by the fact that I just woke up, but soon I realised I could barely breathe, not because of the flowery scent, but because of Hoseok cuddling me too close. As I opened my eyes all I could see was his chest and the white shirt he wore. Suddenly I became hyper aware of how his arm was around my waist, while the other one was near the back of my head. His leg was between my thighs, and I just noticed how my hand was around his waist also. The position was really intimate but awfully uncomfortable, especially after feeling his morning wood around my lower belly. Still, I didn't dare to move a muscle, too afraid he might wake up. I had no idea if he was a light sleeper or not, so I stayed put while dying inside. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest, I could feel it in my ears also. I knew my breathing gave away my real feelings, it was way too ragged.

“Hmmmmmmm…”

I peeked up at Hobi, he slowly opened his eyes, just like a prince would in a Disney movie, and looked ahead for a few seconds. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep, shit, was this really the right move or I should just have just casually say good morning? How do you even casually say good morning to a guy who's dick you can feel near your vagina and he has a death grip on you?

He backed away a bit with his body, but still, his hands and legs were in the same position. I swear a mouse wouldn't squeal as loud as I did in my head when soft lips met my forehead.

“Needy baby wake up.”

The morning wood was one thing, but attacking me this rudely with a morning voice that made me want to pull him closer and accidentally ride him into the sunset? Now that's what I call fucking unfair.

“Morning.”

My voice was just as bad as his, but honestly, I was just glad it was steady enough. He chuckled slightly releasing me, so he could stretch out his sore muscles.

“So what happened while we were asleep? An eevil gnome came and got the pillows away?” he asked while having the most angelic smile on his face. At that moment I knew I had to marry the guy before someone else could snatch him away from me.

“No idea. I vote for the gnome cause I was passed out until now.”

“Looks like you can't get away from me even in your sleep.”

“Corny.”

“You love it.” he whispered poking my side before getting up.

We pulled ourselves together in approximately an hour, but I couldn't get the imagine of him in the morning out of my head even after I left his place. I knew I would have to thank him somehow, but right now my imagination ran wild with various images of us hugging then suddenly having hot sex. I haven't felt this way for a guy in a really long time and honestly it terrified me to no end. He really snuck himself in my heart and I didn't even notice how and when he did that. I just woke up this morning and knew I wanted to have days like this with him. Laying around in his bed, and his fucking forehead kiss? Seriously? What kind of fan fiction was this?

It was around noon when I arrived to my dorm, ready to take in whatever waited me in our room. We had to address the elephant in the room, and after such a delightful morning I was sure everything would work out between me and Glen just fine.