Exactly As It Sounds • Young K • Day6

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A/N: So, I have the humor of a thirteen-year-old boy...(you'e been warned.)

After that first night you wake to a hand shaking your shoulder firmly. Opening your eyes with a yawn, your vision slowly comes to focus on Wonpil's grin. You glance behind him to take in the sunlight filtering through the blinds of the break room and suddenly you panic.

"What time is it?" you yelp, sitting up quickly. "I was supposed to wake up at 4:00 am! You guys had a schedule. I'm going to get fired," you groan.

Heels strewn across the floor beside the couch, your hair tangled into one enormous rat's nest, you touch your face and know with a certainty your eyeliner is smeared across your cheek.

"Relax," Wonpil chuckles, his eyes crinkling due to his grin. 

"Our schedule got pushed back until 7. I was going to let you sleep longer, but I thought you might want some breakfast."

You glance down with interest, spotting a paper bag sitting in his lap and an Americano in his left hand. Sighing with relief, you gratefully take the drink. Right now caffeine is exactly what you need. As Wonpil takes a sip of his own coffee, he opens the bag and produces what looks like several mini loafs of bread the size of small muffins.

Gyeran-ppang.

"What, no way!" you gasp. "I haven't had these in forever."

Picking up the small piece of bread eagerly, you bite into the taste of sweet sugar contrasted by tangy egg. It's been years since you've eaten the snack the two of you used to buy on your way to school.

"I knew that would put a smile on your face," Wonpil teases.

After finishing your breakfast, you slip on your shoes and study yourself in the mirror hanging above the sink. The sight that greets you is nothing short of a royal mess.

"This is a disaster," you sigh looking at the lipstick smeared across your cheek, mascara flecks dotting your under eye, and eyeliner bleeding down to your nose. Your sleek ponytail from yesterday is now puffed into a frizzy bird's nest and, what was previously a perfectly pressed button-up, now looks like a crumpled napkin.

Pulling your hair from the elastic, you attempt to lessen the damage using your fingers as a comb, when Wonpil hands you the third item of the morning: A book bag.

Puzzled, you tug on the zipper to find a t-shirt, socks and sneakers, a comb, and a toothbrush  among other things. He'd basically packed you an overnight bag. You know it's simple, but you find yourself getting a little emotional, touched at the gesture.

"Wonpil, where did you get these?"

He just shrugs.

"It's no big deal. Most of that is just extra stuff we had lying around the studio. I borrowed the shoes from one of the sound tech noonas. She said you can just return them whenever, and the t-shirt's an old one of mine. Hope you don't mind."

At a loss for words, you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you so much. I would have never survived this without you," you say gratefully.

You can feel the vibration in Wonpil's chest tickle your chin as he laughs, returning your hug.

"Yep, I'm pretty irreplaceable," he jokes, before glancing at the clock. "Ok, thirty minutes until we start. I'll see you in the studio, and—" for a moment he looks you over critically, "—you should probably use that time to clean yourself up."