Café Pit-a-Pat - Season 1 (COMPLETE)

Chapter 14

"Okay, let's sleep together."

"Wait, what?!"

Their never-ending argument had started as soon as Copter stepped foot into Kimmon's apartment. Too focused on getting Copter to live with him as soon as possible, Kimmon had completely forgotten about something that he probably should have considered beforehand. Although there was a separate guestroom in the apartment with an extra bed, he had recently thrown out the mattress due to its faulty springs. It would take at least another day or so for the new mattress to arrive. Which basically summed up to the fact that there was only one bed in the entire apartment.

Due to those circumstances, Copter had initially offered to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Which Kimmon rejected in a flash. He was the one who forced Copter to move in with him that very evening, so he wasn't going to make the junior spend the night in discomfort. But when Kimmon insisted that he would sleep in the living room, he wasn't expecting Copter to follow up with such a ridiculous proposal.

"We both don't want each other to sleep on the sofa. So why don't we just sleep on the same bed?" Copter repeated, his head tilted sideways.

"The bed isn't big enough for the both of us," Kimmon pointed out with an awkward smile.

Wearing a pensive expression, Copter eyed the bed. "I think we'll both fit comfortably. Let's test it!"

Sh*t, no! Frantically keeping his feet glued to the ground, Kimmon used all his energy to prevent Copter from dragging him towards the bed. He internally gulped when Copter shot him a puzzled look.

"I have really bad sleeping habits! I snore and grind my teeth and kick anyone who's near me!!!" Kimmon desperately sputtered.

"Aww it's okay, P'," Copter cooed while giving Kimmon a kind look of understanding. "I'm a heavy sleeper, so it shouldn't be a problem!"

Ultimately defeated by Copter's clueless stubbornness, Kimmon eventually found himself lying in his bed with a very unfamiliar presence beside him. A presence that, he quickly came to realize, was surely going to be the death of him.

Situated as close as possible to the edge of the bed, Kimmon kept his back towards Copter's direction. But, even with his eyes closed tight, he could hear the steady breaths of the person lying down next to him. Barely audible breaths that continued to progressively echo louder and louder inside Kimmon's head.

Kimmon sighed. He knew that he wasn't going to get an ounce of sleep tonight. But he couldn't give up just yet.

Recalling the most well-known traditional method of dealing with insomnia, Kimmon began to count sheep, hoping that it would distract his frenzied mind and help him fall asleep. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep. Kimmon paused for a second, instinctively noticing that something was wrong. Four sheep, five sheep, six sheep...wait, are sheep supposed to look that freaking adorable?!?! Upon realizing that all of his imaginary sheep prancing over the fence were actually miniature versions of a smiling Copter, Kimmon literally felt like crying. No, no, no!!!