I wake up the next late afternoon, waking up to feeling and seeing Jay holding me in his sleep while I was laying on top of him. He's lightly snoring, still in his deep sleep.
My eyes widen, feeling a little panicked. I begin to feel flustered as our bodies were touching with no gap whatsoever, and he was holding me tightly.
I don't remember a lot about yesterday night when I was heading home. I remember Jay's words to me, Jake's kiss, and meeting Jaemin, but I drank so much I forgot about everything else.
I'm assuming Jay drove us home and told me to change into pajamas, since I wasn't wearing the dress from yesterday and he was also wearing pajamas that he kept here at my house when he slept over before.
I studied his face quietly; he looked so at peace while he was fast asleep, light and soft snores coming from him every five minutes or so. His face glistened because of the sun reflecting inside, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, making him look like an Angry Bird.
Even if he was deep in his sleep, he didn't let go of me even for a second. He kept on holding me tightly with his strong arms wrapped around me while I was on top of him and my head on his chest.
I'm not even gonna bother try and wake him up. I can shake him as if a hurricane was occurring, yet he still wouldn't wake up from his sleep. He's seriously a heavy sleeper. Nothing wakes him up whatsoever.
Whenever we have a sleep over, he's always the one to wake up late.
I begin to try and get off of him without making too much harsh movements, but he suddenly squeezed me a little tighter and his eyes open slowly. I look at him in panic and he notices me, then he gives me a sleepy smile.
"Good morning, nerd." He mumbles.
"Good morning, Jay. Will you let me get off of you?" I let out a small frustrated pout.
"But it's so comfortable right now..." he turns his head the other way to yawn, then turns his head back to me.
"I have a cramp in my lower back! Let me go," I whine.
Unexpectedly, he slides his hand down my back slowly and stops it near my lower back area, where I have the cramp. Feeling chills and butterflies in my body, he begins to massage my lower back in circular motions.
What's with this guy?
I feel super peculiar because of him. He's being more touchy than usual; not to mention what he said to me last night. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but it's definitely a new feeling.
Don't even get me started on Jake.
These two are being weird.
"How did you sleep?" He asks me, making eye contact.
"I don't remember." I shake my head slightly.
"That's right. You were crazy drunk like the dumb ass you are. Tch, I told you not to drink so much. You never listen to me." He flicks the back of my head.
"Hey! It was a party. I got carried away." I roll my eyes.
"Now let go of me." I tell him.
"Fine," he grunts.
He removes his arms around me and I get off of him, laying next to him instead. I make some space in between us, but he moves closer to me and puts his arm over my stomach, hugging me. I gulp, my heart beating a little faster every minute that passes.
I touch my cheeks, my face feeling like it's bare and without makeup. I don't recall taking off my makeup last night, though.
"Did you take my makeup off for me last night?" I look at Jay.
"Yeah. I used your makeup wipes. I remember you told me you don't use your micellar water because it makes your face oily, so I used the makeup wipes." He responds to me, his eyes closed.
My heart flutters a little from the fact that he remembers such a small thing I told him a few weeks ago.
"Thank you for remembering that. I would've been pissed if I woke up with an oily face." I chuckle.
"Of course I remember. I remember a lot that you tell me. You don't eat or drink anything salted egg flavored because it makes you feel itchy. Your favorite boba place is Gongcha, and you hate their brown sugar milk tea because it's too sweet. I remember a lot, idiot." He smiles at me.
I say nothing but smile in awe. I lay as close next to him as I could and I put my arms around him, hugging him. He looks a bit shocked at first, but smiles at me again and rests his hand on my back.
"It's kinda creepy that you remember everything I say to you. Weirdo." I joke.
"Hey," he laughs softly. "I'm your best friend. Of course I'd remember."
"Yeah, you're right." I grin at him and pinch his cheek.
"I'm surprised you woke up without me having to force you. You woke up on your own, right after I woke up just ten minutes earlier." I say to him.
"You were squirming around so of course I woke up. I was afraid you'd let go and I would stop holding you, so I was on edge the whole night and morning." Jay responds.
"You're acting as if I'm a baby who needs to be cradled or something. I'm an adult who can sleep on her own." I snort.
"You're a baby at heart, Shiyeon. You're a baby to me." He squeezes my nose.
"You're wrong, asshat. I'm not a baby." I huff, pulling away from him.
I reach over and get my phone from the bed-side table. I unlock it to see some probate messages from Jake.
JAKE SIM
Hey, did you get home alright?
JAKE SIM
Shiyeon?
JAKE SIM
Hellooooo?
JAKE SIM
Earth to Shiyeon! :(
JAKE SIM
I hope you're not dead. Jay better be taking good care of you. If you're dead by next morning then Jay's dead meat
JAKE SIM
God I really hope you're home safe :(
JAKE SIM
text or call me back ASAP
JAKE SIM
<3
I decided to call him instead of texting, because I was lazy to type at the moment. I dial his number and it rings for a second until he automatically picks up. I hold the phone to my ear and Jay looks at me with curiosity, then blows a raspberry at me. I roll my eyes as Jake speaks.
"Hello? Oh my fucking god, you're alive! I was so worried about you. I'm so glad you're home safe!" Jake exclaims through the other end of the phone call.
"Hey Jake. Thanks for your concern. I'm okay and well." I respond to him.
"It's Jake. Put it on speaker." Jay whispers to me.
"No." I mouth quietly to Jay.
"It's 4 in the afternoon. Did you just wake up?" Jake asks me.
"Yeah, about ten minutes ago. I just checked my phone." I say.
"Put it on fucking speaker!" Jay whispers a little louder.
"Did you get home safe?" I ask Jake, ignoring Jay.
Jake chuckles. "Yeah, of course. I'm alright, Shiyeon. Thanks for asking."
"Yeah, of course-" Jay yanks my phone out of my hand, putting the call on speaker himself.
"Hey, dude." Jay says to him.
"Oh? Jay! Are you still at her house or something?" I listen to Jake ask.
"Yeah, I slept over with her at her house last night." Jay replies.
"...Oh." Jake says blankly.
Gulping, I feel the awkwardness rising between the two even if it was just through a phone call.
"I removed her makeup and told her to change into clean clothes and everything." Jay runs his fingers through his hair.
Why does Jake need to know that?
It's like Jay's trying to brag.
"Congrats, dude. You're an MVP, aren't you?" Jake awkwardly chuckles.
"An MVP and also Shiyeon's favorite person." Jay answers with a hint of passive aggression in his voice.
What the....
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Jake says quickly. "I think she's your favorite person but you're not hers."
Trying to keep a straight face, Jay's sly smile fades and he stares blankly at the wall.
"Shut up, Jake. She hates you." Jay remarks.
"She kissed me back last night, so...." Jake's voice trails off.
"Oh my god." I face palm, turning red.
"She slept on top of me last night, so..." Jay mocks him.
"What the fuck are you guys even doing? Stop being so annoying. I'm ending the call." I grab my phone back.
"See you, Jake. I'll text you later." I tell him.
"Bye, Shiyeon." He responds.
Jay opens his mouth to say something to him, but I end the call before he can do so. I put my phone down and smack Jay's head with relative force. He lets out a small shout and holds his head in pain.
"Ow! What was that for, you asshole!" He exclaims.
"What is going on with you and Jake? Stop acting so weird. I cannot take it any longer." I scold him.
"We aren't being weird. I don't know what you're talking about." Jay shrugs.
"Did something happen between you two?" I ask him.
"You guys started acting so tense out of nowhere." I add.
"Nothing happened." Jay shakes his head.
"Stop it. All of that ends now. Do you hear me?" I tell him sternly.
"I hate the tension. It makes me anxious. Even if you guys have a problem with each other, don't involve me in it." I say.
"Sure, Shiyeon. Roger that." He says bluntly.
"Jay. I'm serious. I'm not joking around. It doesn't feel good to me that you guys are involving me. So don't do it anymore." I reply.
"You involved yourself."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I sit up on the bed.
"Nothing," he mutters.
"I'm gonna go. I'll see you whenever." He says, grabbing his phone and he wears his hoodie.
"What?" I say out of mere confusion.
"Bye." He says distantly, closing the door behind him.
What the f-