A smile is spreading
All day, because of you
I’m not used to myself like this
It’s like I’m dreaming every day
Was life always this sweet?

(K.will - Melting)

Chapter V: A Daily Dose of Sweetness

When I open my eyes, I find myself in a bed that isn't mine.

Huh?

I didn't remember going to a bedroom.

Oh.

Crap.

I drown my face on the pillow, because my face is hot with embarassment.

I must be fell asleep last night.

And after crying like a baby.

Great. How am I supposed to meet him now?

Speaking of him, where is he?

I walk to the living room and find him, sleeping on the couch.

It must be uncomfortable, I thought.

But he's sleeping so well. He must be tired.

His eyes are closed and his lips parted slightly.

His perfect lips. His always-smiling-lips.

How can he looks so cute when he was sleeping!?

I cant resist the urge and brush his hair softly, "Thank you." I whisper, remembering what he did last night.

His hair falls messily at his forehead and at the touch of his hair, my fingers tingled.

Even sleeping, he still has this effect on me.

His eyes open slowly and when he finds me sitting next to him, he grinned. "Good morning, Ahreum-ah." he says hoarsely.

Ahreum-ah.

Damn it, Park Bogum. It's still too early for making my heart races.

"Good morning, Park Bogum-ssi."

He frowns, "I told you to call me oppa."

"We are not that close."

"Really?" His raised his eyebrow.

"Shut up." I laugh, "Do you want some breakfast? I'll cook."

He's beaming, "I wont say no for food."

"Of course you are." I mock him.

"Yah, be nice to oppa." He pinches my cheeks.

Oppa. My heart flutters at that word.

Bogum oppa.

"You're lucky I didn't call you Bogum-ah. Should I call you Bogum-ah instead?"

"Yah, Yoon Ahreum!"

***

-Bogum's POV-

As I watch her busied herself in the kitchen (she refused my offer to help), I cant help but grinning from ear to ear.

She's beating the egg while humming happily.

So cute. I hope her good mood is because of me.

I watched her for a while, mesmerizing by her presence in my kitchen.

"Breakfast is ready." She announces.

I join her and see the table full of English breakfast.

"Thanks for the food!" I say happily.

She smiled, and for a while we sit in silence, enjoying our meal.

Wow, this food is good.

"About last night..." She suddenly starts.

She looks troubled, like she cant find the right words to say.

I smile reassuringly, "I am glad you told me your story."

"You can tell me too, you know." She said with a small voice.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me when things are getting harder. I'll be there for you too. When you feel lonely or tired or hurts, tell me. Dont go through that alone." She was too embarassed to say this while looking to my eyes.

You dont have to feel alone anymore, Bogum-ah. She will be here.

"I will do that if you call me oppa."

"No way, Bogum-ah."