Unlikely / Haechan

28: Two Idiots, One Bed

A minute passed by, bearing the loudest silence anyone could sit through.

They were both frozen in their compromising position, not knowing what to do or if it was okay to move. Jiseol had realized Donghyuck was awake even before he realized that he was awake himself, but her arm was still stiff on his, beginning to burn at the tension they were sharing. They were just lucky that their position didn't allow them to make eye contact—the only way Jiseol was able to know that Donghyuck had woken up was from the corner of her eye and from how his soft snoring had stopped—or otherwise, the situation was about to be a lot more unbearable.

Finally, Donghyuck broke the silence by squeaking out, "Am I dead?"

There was no way that he could be holding Jiseol this way and still be alive. He was doing exactly what she warned him not to do. He only assumed that she was touching him to follow through with her promise and stitch his fingers into his arms.

"Y-you should wish you were," Jiseol muttered, but oddly sounded quite embarrassed. She put her arm up, allowing Donghyuck to sharply retract his arm and put distance in between them.

Distance that Jiseol wasn't sure she preferred.

After Donghyuck mumbled an apology, silence came again without any snoring. Jiseol knew then that Donghyuck was still awake and the last thing she wanted was to face him, but having stayed on the same side for so long was beginning to make her body ache. Praying that Donghyuck was facing the opposite side, Jiseol took a deep breath and as quietly as possible, rolled on her other side.

The universe—or whichever celestial being was in charge of her fate—truly hated her.
She knew this because right as she landed on her other side, she was face to face with Donghyuck, the tips of their noses nearly touching. Donghyuck was visibly just as flustered, breath hitched and eyes wide. Jiseol's mouth ran dry and she was unable to tell him to move as she was frozen up herself.

It felt like someone had turned up the temperature in the room by twenty degrees. Donghyuck wondered why Jiseol wasn't telling him off, Jiseol for once wanted to summon the goofiness of Donghyuck's personality; anything to beat the heat that was stirring right between them. Neither could look away from the other's eyes and neither could say a word.

Neither knew why.

A typical moment involving them would've had Jiseol seething, Donghyuck geeking, resulting in a petty fight. It was their formula. It was their only method of interaction for the six years that they had known each other.

So why were they now staring at one another like they were only one second away from making Chenle's godchildren in his guest bed?

While Jiseol was stuck in trying to figure out what the hell was going on, Donghyuck's mind was already getting elsewhere. The way Jiseol looked so soft with her gentle eyes staring up at him and her mouth slightly parted was making him feel a lot of things. Too many things at once, in fact.