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15 ~ I love you

I was on my phone, scrolling through Instagram and when I looked at my phone, it had 17%. I looked around, searching for charger, when I realized I wasn't in my room. I wanted to look for my bag, but realized I didn't take any. So I couldn't possibly bring my charger with me. I looked at the outlet and there was Hansol's phone, charging. I looked at his percentage and his battery was full. I plugged the phone out and looked at the charger. It'd fit to my phone... He won't be mad if I charge my phone a bit, will he? No, he's too nice for that...

So I plugged my phone in. Since I didn't really look at his phone screen, I didn't know what was there. All I saw when I looked at his percentage were a few lines that were drawn. A picture by him perhaps? I couldn't stand it and just looked.

It was a drawing by him indeed. This one was more detailed than the other ones though. There was me, sitting in the coffee shop he worked at. I was in my spot, facing the window, but it was not really the window I was looking at. My eyes were closed.

There was him. We were kissing. I was more detailed than he was though. It looked like he drew himself in a hurry or didn't have a reference. Or maybe both, who knows. And right in the middle of us both was a little heart. It was a little above our heads. The entire drawing looked cute.

Then I heard Hansol coming up the stairs, so I quickly turned his phone off and layed in his bed, acting like I was asleep, so I didn't have to explain anything. I'm such a scaredy cat... I thought to myself and slightly smiled. The door opened and I immediately put on a sleeping face.

"Seung-" He stopped, as he saw me I was guessing. "Oh, you're asleep." He whispered. "I know you can't hear me, but I'm not here to bother you or anything. I just wanted to unplug my phone from the charger, but as I see, you already did it. I'm just gonna check your batter to see if I should unplug yours as well, alright? Just so you know."

I heard steps and then a sound of the power button on my phone being pressed.

"You have 18%. I'm gonna leave it there. Wait, it's actually kinda chilly. Wait a second." The boy whispered again and again I heard steps. Then he closed the window and went back to me. At first I had no idea what was he trying to do, but then figured out he was trying to get a blanket from under me, slowly, not to wake me up. He's literally the best.

Once he finally got it from under me, he slowly covered me with it. Needless to say, I didn't even notice how cold it was, until I was under the warm blanket.

I had something else to care about after all...

It was quiet and then I felt warmth on my forehead. He placed a kiss on my foreherad. How cute.

"I love you." I love you too.

Another sound of Hansol walking and I heard the door slowly close. Then I heard him go down the stairs.

I don't deserve him... But whatever, he's mine. And I love him. And he loves me. That's more important than "deserving" someone.

I waited as I didn't know if he'll come again or not and it was warm under the blanket, so I decided not to move yet.

And without realizing, I was quickly asleep.

"Baby? The lunch is ready. Baby, wake up." I woke up to the sweet sound of Hansol's voice. I slowly opened my eyes and then closed them again. It was too bright for me.

"Baby, I know you don't wanna, but the lunch will not be as good afterwards."
"I'm awake. Just give me a few minutes."
"Sure. Do you want me to stay?" Such a dumb question... OBVIOUSLY YES!! I nodded.

The sweet kid actually waited for me, so we could go down together. I got up and felt cold after being under the charming spell that was the warmth of the blanket. He noticed and put his hoodie on me.

"Thank you."
"You're welcome."

His hoodie was warm and it even smelled like him! Mine. From now on it's mine! I thought as I followed him downstairs. He just doesn't know yet...

I sat on one of the chairs around the square table.

Hansol put one plate in front of me and one on the other side of the table.

"Thanks! I love you."
"I love you too. Why so suddenly though?"
"Can't I just remind you that I love you? Also, I didn't say it back during breakfast."
"Ah. It's okay, I wasn't expecting it anyway, I just wanted you to know that I'm there for you and I love you no matter what."
"You weren't expecting it?"
"No. I knew you didn't feel good and it's hard to say anything during that time."
"I chose the best boyfriend I could, I swear." I said as I took a bite of my lunch.

"Well, maybe I was wrong."
"What? Why?"
"Did you put there salt, you idiot??!"
"No?"
"Dumbass. Maybe I didn't choose the best one after all... But I'm still satisfied with my choice. I still love mine."
"Aww. That's swee-"
"It's just that sometimes he's salty and sometimes, he doesn't know what salt is!"
"Come on! It happened just once."
"Yes, on our first lunch together."
"It won't happen again."
"What? You being salty or you not using salt?"
"The salt one."
"But they are both about salt!"
"The not using salt one."
"Oh, okay."
"That's it? 'Okay'?"
"Yup."
"Alright..."

I put salt on my food and mixed it.

"No! Now it doesn't look that good!"
"Well, were you expecting me to just look at it?"
"No." He said, taking the salt from in front of me. "But you still didn't have to be that harsh."
"If you put there salt, I didn't have to mix it."
"Okay, alright, I heard enough about it. I already apologized."
"Never said you didn't. You said I didn't have to mix it, so I told you the reason I did. That's all." I explained myself. "Wow, I'm actually getting used to getting things out by talking..."
"Right? It's good."
"It is. Just like the food is now." I looked at him. "No, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna joke about it anymore... I'll try." He just smiled, put salt on his food and mixed it as well.

"And now it's okay to mix it."
"Shut up."
"What if I don't."
"What if you do?" He stood up.
"What if I don't?" I finished the sentence and he kissed me.

"Are you still so sure?" He questioned with a victory smile on his face and sat back down. I shook my head and ate the rest of the meal, my face being the color of the red peppers in the meal.

He ate his as well and after he put our plates into the sink, we went to the living room.

"Baby?"
"Hm?"
"What do you wanna do?"

I hugged him tightly, as an answer.

"No, I meant like if you wanna go outside or something." I shook my head. "Alright, cuddling it is."