Please Don't Ever Let Me Go (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty-One

I figured I needed to post this now since I'll be to busy reading B&G for the next few days. Woohoo!! Enjoy.

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**| Sang's POV |**

I woke up before everyone else. Nathan and Victor were in bed with me so I slipped out carefully and then went into the kitchen to cook breakfast. I paused in the living room, smiling down at the floor where everyone else had bunked down for the night, sleeping together like a pile of puppies.

It took me a moment to remember where I had last left my phone. I swear I needed a tracker just to know where my phone was most of the time. I found it on the counter in the kitchen and grabbed it, going back into the living room to take some pictures.

Gabriel and Luke were out cold, sleeping near each other but on opposite ends so Luke's fret were practically in Gabriel's face. I snapped a picture, barely holding back a giggle at the sight. Gabriel was not going to be happy when he woke up to Luke's toes.

Owen was on the couch by himself, sleeping on his back, glasses gone from his face. I took a moment to enjoy the sight of him stretched out in light grey sweats and a dark grey t-shirt covering his lean frame. Sleeping, he looked more his age.

Sean was wrapped up as a blanket burrito, only his dirty blond curls sticking out at one end. Silas was pressed up against a wall with North nearby. North cuddled a pillow, his snores sounding like a buzzsaw, letting me know how tired he really was.

Kota slept near Gabriel, curled into himself. He was only inches away from Gabriel and if Gabriel rolled over, he would be snuggling him.

I took a couple more pictures and a giggle finally escaped.

Someone shifted and I turned to see grey eyes staring at me, a little sleepily. Owen sat up slowly, looking around the room. The corner of his lips twitched and he got up slowly to his feet, picking up his glasses from the floor and putting them on before making his way towards me.

I froze to the spot as I watched the way his body moved smoothly, avoiding stepping on anyone.

"Sang," he whispered, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "What are you doing up so early?"

"B-breakfast," I stuttered out, my nerves spiking as heat swirled in me thanks to the sound of his voice in my ear. I shivered against his light touch on my arm. He guided me back into the kitchen.

"Did you sleep?" he asked, looking concerned.

I nodded. His eyes narrowed as if he scented a lie.

"A bit," I admitted. I had a couple of nightmares last night but I didn't want to burden them with my silly dreams.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked carefully.

I shook my head. "Not right now, no," I said. "And I can barely remember them now anyways."

"Sang," he sighed but didn't expand and instead pulled ingredients out of the fridge.

We worked together cooking. I did the pancakes while Owen threw the bacon onto a cookie sheet and tossed them into the oven and then cut up potatoes.

We worked quietly but effectively together, never getting in each other's way. At one point he took his phone out and began playing classical music in the background, just high enough for the two of us to hear without waking anyone up. We were just finishing up when we heard a yell come from the living room.

"What the hell, Luke!" Gabriel yelled from the other room, ending the peace we found. "Get your stinky feet away from my face."

I laughed and the other room grew quiet for a moment.