I don't have to wait long.

Within the span of minutes after I am finished tidying up, there comes a knocking at my door.

Soft, and timid, as if the owner of the knuckles responsible were afraid of being a nuisance, I know it to be Jeonguk. And when I rush to the door, nearly yanking it open, I am proven correct.

Ushering him in quickly, I attempt to gain control over my excitement. This has got to be nerve wracking for him, and the last thing he needs is to be overwhelmed by me.

"I'm sorry to put you out like this, " he mutters meekly, removing his shoes at the door with practiced ease.

I smile, leading the way to my living room.

"You really aren't putting me out at all, so please don't worry about it!" I reply enthusiastically. 

He looks entirely unconvinced, but nonetheless grateful.

"You can take the bedroom, " I tell him, pointing towards my bedroom door. "It's really late, so you should probably get some sleep. Unless you're hungry. Are you hungry?"

He shakes his head.

"No, I ate dinner at home."

"Alright then, " I smile warmly. 

He timidly heads off into the direction of my bedroom, and after reaching the door he turns around one last time.

"Are you sure?" He asks meekly, "I can sleep on the couch. I don't really feel entirely comfortable putting you out of your own bedroom like this..."

I nod, smiling brightly.

"It's more than fine. I want you to be as comfortable as possible." I answer. "Please, make yourself at home."

"By the way, " I tell him, "feel free to take a shower or a bath if you need to. I won't disturb you."

He nods, signalling his understanding.

As soon as he has entered the bedroom, and shut the door behind him, I collapse upon my sofa. I hadn't wanted to reveal it in his presence, but I am so tired.

I barely even manage to cover myself with the blanket I'd previously placed before I am passed out, and dreaming.

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The first thing that comes to mind when I wake up is Jeonguk, and whether or not he had a good night's rest. Stretching as I sit up, I prepare myself mentally for the day ahead.

After standing, crossing the room to my bedroom door takes nearly no time at all. I open the door, only partially so that I can determine whether or not he is still asleep.

His frame looks large against my bed, even with all of my oversized pillows. I hold back a chuckle, endlessly amused by the way he's spread his arms out, even as he lays on his back, legs crossed. There is a peaceful look on his face, and since its the weekend I don't have the heart to wake him up.

I close the door quietly, and head back towards the living room.

I stand beside the couch and deliberate over what to do. Unfortunately, once I'm up, I'm up, there will be no return to slumber for me. And I can't get dressed for the day as Jeonguk is currently occupying the bedroom, where all of my clothes are.

And I can't take a shower without clean clothes.

I could tidy up the living room.

But a quick glance around reveals that my living room is already tidy, aside from my blanket and pillow.

Small issues, neither of which take me very long to resolve. 

The blanket I fold up, and return to the line closet inside the bathroom. And the pillow returns there as well, tucked safely away and out of sight. 

My attention, looking for the next activity, settled itself upon the kitchen.

I could make breakfast.

Tossing on my apron, I set to work.

To this day I'm still not entirely sure what other people eat for breakfast here in Korea, so I set about making a western breakfast. 

The first order of business is to crack a a few eggs into a bowl. I whisk that with milk, extending the egg as well as making it fluffier, and then I divide from that bowl a quarter of it's contents. 

This I place in a smaller bowl, and mix with vanilla, sugar, and cinnamon.

From the fridge, I remove some thick strips of bacon, and immediately set these to cooking upon the stove. 

It feels odd, settling into the rhythm of cooking without my dad, or little brother present.

Pushing these thoughts aside, I season the larger portion of the egg mixture with only salt and pepper. And once the bacon has come to a nice crisp finish, I remove it from the skillet, and set it aside on a plate lined with paper towel.

Quickly tossing the large bowl of salt and pepper egg into the skillet, I stir and scrape vigorously. Before too long, clumps are forming, and it is time for the next step.

I turn and grab two slices of bread and then submerge them inside of the sweet, vanilla-egg mixture. Then, I place them into the skillet to one side, suddenly grateful that dad had seen fit to buy me such a large skillet.

I continue to fret over the eggs until both they, and the French toast, are complete.

From the cabinets, I snatch a plate. I load the contents of the skillet, as well as the bacon previously set aside, onto the plate. And after quickly scurrying between the cabinets, the fridge, and the small, antique dining table, I have set a place for one with both milk, orange juice, and a plate full of scrambled egg, bacon, and French toast, complete with butter and maple syrup.

"Something smells so good!" Jeonguk exclaims suddenly. His rather abrupt appearance, coupled with how sleepy he looks, startles me and causes me to drop the knife I'd been just about to set next to his plate.

I, myself, utter a wordless exclamation of my own, relieved when the knife simply falls by my foot.

"I'm so sorry!" He cries, eyes suddenly blown wide and awake.

He scrambles forward, and then reaches down to grab the knife as I stand there, hand on my heart, and attempt to recover from my near heart attack.