date written: 201118.20:10
You heard him scoff, peaking from your behind as your fingers rapidly type out the ideas that flooded in your head; a matter of life and death for you and your fan account as you write a fan fiction once again. As his breathing grew louder on your side, you immediately closed your laptop and shot him a glare.
"Why are you always hiding whatever you write? Is it some rated shit?" Wooyoung asked, gulping down your carbonated drink as he plopped himself on the other side of your bed.
"If it is, do you want to read them? You hate fan fictions, and reading in general." You asked, kicking him playfully with your stolen drink now empty. "And why are you here, hater?"
"First of all, I don't hate reading, I just don't get the idea of writing something that is impossible to happen with people who doesn't even know you exist. Second, Mom is doing a major cleaning, I'm not in the mood to change curtains." He shrugged, pulling out his phone before narrowing his eyes on you; "Are you trying to kick me out? Your bestfriend? How dare you? Your mom let me in, you don't have the rights to kick me out."
"I dare, with you and your dramatic ass bothering me daily. Plus, you definitely barged in and my mom is just shy to kick you out so she just let you be. All these years." You emphasized on the latter, hearing him exaggeratedly gasped.
He flashed you his phone, completely ignoring your "offensive" statement and flashing you an alarm to which will go off in an hour. "I'll nap so keep quiet."
You rolled your eyes sarcastically, opening your laptop once again to continue writing. "It's you who is loud, why tell me to shut up?" You mumbled, apparently loud enough for him to still hear.
"I'm still awake and I still can hear you." He groaned, adjusting himself comfortably; occupying more than half of your bed.
About almost an hour after, his little snores now echoes in your cozy room; with the air conditioning set high because knowing Wooyoung easily gets hot, you had the initiative before his whiny ass wakes up.
You shut your laptop, done with writing and is now faced with a curled up Wooyoung in front of you. You gently moved closer, trying not to wake him up as you reach for your blanket and cover him.
You sigh, admiring his features as your new piece of writing consists another episode of him and his actions that made your heart skip a beat; replacing his identity with your idol, and praying for the heavens to not let him encounter the compilation of your work that is obviously about him— a foolish way of denying the fact how he knew your existence yet something you want is still impossible to happen, your type of painful fan fiction.
"Dumbass." You uttered, feeling one wave of emotions after the other with his ethereal beauty; despite almost seeing him daily, he is still captivating and his smile never failed to make you feel weird emotions you don't want to identify.
With the frustration of not being able to have him the way you wanted to, you sighed and forced the idea of being contented with this friendship. A typical sad ending for best friends, opposite with the happy ending fan fictions gave you.
Then his alarm rings, making you jump a bit as you immediately toss the blanket over his face; heart is pounding heavily on your chest, afraid of getting busted about you and your little secret.
He pushed it away, eyebrows were furrowed with his eyes red from interrupted sleep. "Rude ass bitch." He mumbled, rolling his eyes before turning away to sleep some more.
"Bitch?!" You repeated, stretching your arms before jumping and landing above him; earning a loud groan as you lay all your weight over him, waking him up even more.