The pan sizzled loudly as you flipped the bacon. A yawn came from the lounge room behind you. You didn't have to turn around to guess who it was. "Sorry to wake you Saeran!" You called over your shoulder.
"No problem," He stretched and yawned again, "I think I smell breakfast cooking..."
"Bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast." You put the cooked bacon on a plate.
"How do you do it?" Saeran's sleepy voice murmured from beside you. You turned to look at him. His hair always startled you. He wanted to let his natural red hair grow, so at the top of his head, there was a blossom of red hair. He kept his bleached white hair, preferring to cut it off later. It sat just above his bare shoulders. Wait... BARE?!?!? You inhaled sharply. He hadn't put on his shirt yet. You had seen him shirtless before in the week that he had been there. He would wake up when you and Seven started eating breakfast. So since you could see the lounge room from where you sat, you would see him in just shorts every morning. At least he had the decency to wear pants. Every time you felt flustered. "D-do what?" You asked, stepping backwards to open the oven and check the hash browns. Seeing that they were cooked, you turned off the oven and put the tray of hash browns on the stovetop.
"Make gourmet breakfast every day."
"I only do it when I wake up early."
"So that's why Seven isn't making a racket."
"He's not that bad!" You laughed, standing up and elbowing Saeran in the stomach. He rubbed his abdomen. "Oww... You're violent."
"I am not," You countered, "You're just a wuss."
"No way." He pouted. You looked at him and laughed. You reached out to grab the pan, but burned your finger on the hot steel. You yelped and jumped backwards, slipping on the tiles. Suddenly you were falling backwards, looking up at the ceiling. You closed your eyes and felt something strong behind your back and head, cushioning your fall. When you opened your eyes, Saeran was on top of you, his hand still behind your head. You blushed, realising that his shirt was on the ground above your head. He started to lift himself off you, placing his hands either side of your head and kneeling.
"What the hell!"
You and Saeran both tensed up involuntarily.
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Someday In Space
Fanfic[CAUTION: Contains spoilers for the game 'Mystic Messenger'] You have spent the past seven months catching up with your friends from the RFA... especially Seven. Somebody keeps calling you, calling you 'Princess'. What does this mean for you and how...
