Love Again | Baekhyun

7 | Can't Help Falling

When Sarang slowly blinked awake to the sunlight pouring in from the window, she found Baekhyun fast asleep next to her with his head slumped over her shoulder. It took a moment for her to remember why she was in the living room instead of the bedroom, let alone why Baekhyun was there with her.

Sarang's hand instinctively reached up to her hair when she remembered his hands running through it, her cheeks suddenly feeling warm. His gentle breathing and the faint scent of shampoo from his hair only made her more flustered at how close he was. How long had they been sleeping like that? Sarang saw Baekhyun's phone peak out of his pocket, so she carefully slid it out and tapped on the screen. It was a little over 8am.

"Baekhyun?" She whispered, nudging him ever so slightly. His breathing stayed even and uninterrupted, not a single face muscle moved. He looked like he was in a deep sleep, which was odd since he was the one that was wide awake two hours ago when she couldn't even function. "Baekhyun, wake up."

He stirred, making a faint noise but refusing to move. She didn't mind him leaning on her, in fact, it made her stomach flutter. The problem was that her arm was asleep and she needed to move. "Ten minutes." Baekhyun muttered almost incoherently.

"Baek."

"Five."

"Baek-ah." Sarang whined in annoyance before shoving him off her shoulder until his body flimsily swung to the other side of the couch, freeing her. Immediately, she shook her arm to let the blood flow through them, feeling the tiny prickles spreading through her skin.

Baekhyun lazily shifted so he laid on his back, one leg propped up and the other hanging over the edge of the couch. He was lucky he didn't have his shoes on, or she would've been less gentle.

The bell of her apartment rang and Sarang paused for a moment, mentally noting that it was 8am on a weekend. She let out a sigh and got up, knowing immediately who was behind that door. Once she opened it, she plastered a fake smile onto her face. "Oh, oppa." She greeted politely.

Yongshik had only been her neighbor for almost three months now and he had relentlessly hit on her since the moment he moved in. Sarang was flattered at first, really, but he wouldn't seem to leave her alone after she made it clear she wasn't interested. Yet she still forced herself to be polite because despite his unwanted advances, he was still living next door. "Sarang-ah, are you alone?"

The hairs on her neck stood up. She knew he didn't mean anything crazy—his conversation starters were always weird—but still, she was a girl living alone, a question like that was bound to raise her alarms. "What's wrong, do you need anything?" she asked, diverting the topic. It was a second too late when she realized she should've just answered him because no, she wasn't alone today.

"I saw this weird guy banging on your door earlier, I just wanted to see if you're okay." He said, leaning closer against the doorway. She had learned early on to hide half her body behind the door whenever he came so that he couldn't stand too close and invade her personal space. "Tell me if you need help dealing with creeps, okay? You're too pretty for your own good." He made sure to say that with a coy, flirty smirk that only made her squirm in discomfort.

He thinks Baekhyun's the creep? Funny.

Well, at least she knew he didn't stalk her door 24/7, otherwise he would know that Baekhyun hadn't left. She forced out a light laugh, "I'm okay. Thanks anyway, oppa."

"Are you busy today? It'd be a shame if a girl like you spent the weekend alone, maybe we can.." Yongshik's words trailed off as his eyes flickered away from her. Sarang turned her head and saw Baekhyun walking into view from the living room, his hair sticking up everywhere and one of his socks had rolled down so it didn't cover his heel anymore.