stereotypical / lee taeyong

five.

that morning i woke up to find myself all snuggled up in a blanket that smelt like you on your sofa. i panicked.

i saw you with your head in your arms on the coffee table, your pencil falling out of your grasp. the small table was littered with scratch paper filled with numbers and equations.

it was strange to see this from you. i mean, who knew the school's bad boy could've fallen asleep after staying up too late to finish his homework?

i wrapped the blanket which had been covering me around your shoulders and packed up my stuff to leave.

you stopped me before i could walk out the door though.

"stay. i'll make breakfast, then you can borrow some clothes, and i'll take you to school."

and so you (attempted) to make eggs and bacon with toast, but even the toast was not salvageable.

then you lent me a hoodie and one of your sister's old pair of tights which you claimed that "she left in your room."

i think i could get use to this side of you, lee taeyong.