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11

The next morning, Riwoo's parents, Mr and Mrs Lee, walked into the living room, expecting a tidy space. Instead, they were greeted by a sight that made Mrs Lee's eyes widen in surprise.

Six teenagers, sprawled out on the floor in various positions, fast asleep, along with a dog. Jaehyun and Riwoo still nestled together, Riwoo's head on Jaehyun's shoulder. Sungho had his legs draped over Leehan's stomach randomly, while Woonhak's arm was flung over Taesan's face, almost blocking his breathing. Thankfully not.

Mr Lee's instinct was to wake them up, but Mrs Lee quickly grabbed his arm, whispering, "Let them sleep, dear. They look like they need it."

She smiled knowingly, having seen themselves in similar states before. Mr Lee chuckled and nodded, following her upstairs to unpack from their trip.

As they left, Riwoo stirred, feeling a gentle nudge from Jaehyun. Riwoo sat up, rubbing his eyes, and took in the scene around him. The others were still fast asleep, looking adorably disheveled.

Jaehyun yawned, stretching his arms. "Morning, Riwoo."

Riwoo smiled, feeling a sense of comfort with him beside him. "Morning, Jaehyun."

The duo sat there for a moment, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, before Sungho and Leehan started to stir.

Riwoo's POV:

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Sungho, ever the morning person, sprang up to start breakfast, with Coni trotting along behind him. Coni had grown fond of Sungho's calm nature and enjoyed "helping" him in the kitchen.

Leehan rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. "What's for breakfast, Sungho?"

Sungho grinned. "Pancakes, eggs, and bacon! A classic breakfast!"

Woonhak and Taesan, however, remained fast asleep, Woonhak's hand still covering Taesan's face. They looked like they were in a deep sleep, oblivious to the commotion around them.

Jaehyun stood up, stretching his arms. "I'm going to use your shower, Riwoo. I need to get going soon."

I nodded, still feeling a bit drowsy. "Yeah, sure. You can use the towels in the linen closet."

Jaehyun headed to the bathroom, leaving me to wonder about our conversation last night. What did he mean by those kisses? And why did I feel so comfortable around him today?

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As I pondered, Jaehyun emerged from the shower, looking refreshed and ready to go. "I'll help Sungho with breakfast before I leave."

I smiled, feeling a little bit of disappointment that he had to leave soon. But it was Sunday, and they all had to head back home in the afternoon for school preparation.

As we sat down to eat, Woonhak and Taesan finally woke up, looking groggy but weirdly amused by their sleeping positions. "Taesan, why is my hand on your face?" Woonhak asked Taesan, chuckling.

Taesan just shrugged, grinning. "No idea Woon, but it was comfy."

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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the empty rooms as I wandered aimlessly, feeling a pang of loneliness. The house seemed quieter than usual, the silence a very big difference to the laughter and chatter that filled it not many hours before.

I flopped onto the couch, burying my face in the cushions. Why did they have to leave? I knew it was because of school tomorrow, but that didn't make it any easier.

My gaze drifted to Jaehyun's cap, which he had left behind in his haste. I picked it up, tracing the initials "MJ" embroidered on the front. MJ - Myung Jaehyun. I smiled wistfully, remembering the way he smiled at me, the way he held my hand during that movie.

Without thinking, I put on the cap, feeling a strange sense of comfort. It was as if Jaehyun was still with me, his presence lingering in the fabric.

No, i'm not a creep.

My mom came downstairs with a knowing smile on her face. "Who does the cap belong to?" she asked, nodding towards the cap on my head.

I hesitated, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Jaehyun," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

My mom raised an eyebrow. "And is there something going on between you two?" she asked, her voice gentle but slightly curious.

I shook my head defensively, feeling a bit of panic. "No, no, nothing like that," I denied, trying to sound convincing, although i was clearly lying.

My mom nodded, her expression unreadable. "Okay, sweetie. Just remember, you can always talk to me if something's on your mind."

She settled in beside me, opening her laptop to work on some papers. My dad rested in their room, the sound of his gentle snores a background hum.

I groaned into the couch cushion again, feeling a mix of emotions swirl inside my head. Why was I so scared to admit my feelings to my parents? What was I afraid of? Was i being dramatic?

As the afternoon wore on, I lay there, lost in thought, the cap still on my head, a tangible connection to Jaehyun.

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