stereotypical / lee taeyong

four.

the next time we saw each other had to have been a solid week after the incident. we both acted like nothing happened.

you asked if we could just do it at your house instead of the library. i hesitantly, but nonetheless, agreed, and so we headed back to your house that afternoon.

again, you'd struggled with a new concept which we'd learnt mere hours earlier. i helped you, but this time, neither of us made lame excuses to run off.

i waited for you to finish the three page homework we had been assigned over that particular lesson. you still didn't grasp the concept very well but had an idea, so you rejected my help.

you took a very long time. so long that i hadn't even noticed that i had fallen asleep on the sofa in your living room. and i was so deep asleep, that i had't noticed that you'd put a blanket over me later that night.