When I woke up the next morning, I was still in Dongwoon's bed alone. I felt bad for stealing his bed in his own house but at least he didn't wake me up to make me move. I sat up and stared around the room for a minute. He still had a lot of unpacking to do. His walls were bare and he still had a lot of clothes in boxes. He didn't have a bookshelf yet, so his books were all stacked on top of each other in the corner of the room. I noticed the sound of the shower coming from the door to my right, Dongwoon's bathroom. I sighed and laid back down. I tried not to fall asleep while I waited to get in the bathroom to brush my teeth. Eventually, I got up and went to Dongwoon's dresser. I found a hair brush and ran it through my hair. I didn't bother making it cute, so I just threw it on top of my head in a bun. My mouth felt gross, all I wanted to do was brush my teeth.

Finally, Dongwoon made his entrance into the room. I saw him in the mirror, wearing only a towel and wet hair. I looked down immediately.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake," he said smugly. I bet he'd HOPED I was awake so he could show off his abs. Those perfectly sculpted abs… I mentally slapped myself. Knock it off, gutter-brain.

"Yeah, just put some clothes on so I can brush my teeth," I avoided looking at him, continuing to play with my hair in the mirror. He was standing next to me, looking at me expectantly in the mirror. "Yes, Woonie?"

"I need to get in the drawers," he said with a slight mocking tone to his voice.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," I quickly moved away and headed for the kitchen.

Maybe if I drank my juice before I brushed my teeth, I wouldn't have that nasty aftertaste. But alas, when I opened the fridge, all that was in there were last night's Chinese leftovers and bottled water. I sighed and peeked back in Dongwoon's room. He had modestly went to dress in the bathroom. I took the opportunity to check my phone for the time, and was shocked to find it was 9 am. How did I wake up so early? It was even weirder that I didn't have any texts either, so I assumed everyone else was still asleep.

Dongwoon came out of the bathroom in athletic shorts and a black t-shirt. He hadn't even pulled his fingers through his hair, as it stuck around in several different places, as if he had simply run a towel through it.

"You can brush your teeth now, with your brand new toothbrush that you couldn't even go to sleep without," he scoffed playfully at me.

"Your bed is really comfy," I teased back, "but I'm sure the couch was nice, too."

Dongwoon blushed, "The couch? What makes you think I slept on the couch?"

I accidentally over-applied toothpaste to my brush, "What do you mean 'what makes me think you slept on the couch'? You didn't sleep in there with me did you?"

"I stayed on my side of the bed, although you were more of a violator of sides than I was little miss I-always-have-to hug-something-especially-if-its-Dongwoon's-pillow," he argued, "Seriously, Jinhwa, I think you may have hurt my neck last night."

"You should've slept on the couch then! Or woke me up to sleep on the couch!" I knew my face was red because it felt like it was on fire.

"Calm down, girl, we were just sleeping. It's not a big deal," Dongwoon laughed and pulled out his toothbrush, "Got enough toothpaste?"

"I'm compensating for skipping my brush last night," I lied and started to brush in my usual rough way. Dongwoon just rolled his eyes at me.

I looked at the two of us standing in front of the mirror. He was much taller than me, I came up to just past his shoulder. We both looked hellish, especially our hair. My makeup had smeared a bit under my eyes but only enough to give them the look of dark bags. Dongwoon really did have bags under his eyes, though. He worked so hard, and I was so proud of him.

Dongwoon spat first, then sipped the water from the running faucet to rinse. I watched him and tried not to smile while brushing. He was kind of struggling to get his head at the right angle for sipping out of the faucet. It was stupid things like that about him that made me smile.

"Hurry up, I need to spit," I said with a mouthful of dental-cleansing foam. Dongwoon rolled his eyes playfully but got out of the way.

The way the two of us felt around each other was so effortless, and I really liked having someone like that in my life. I'd never had that with anyone until I met Dongwoon. In fact, it was Dongwoon who connected me to my new life now. I was training with Cube until I heard about a new entertainment group starting up. I would have never had the confidence to try to make it there if it weren't for him, and I would never have met my three best friends now. In a way, I owed a lot of myself to Dongwoon. He was the person to tear down my walls, and he helped me convince myself that I was good enough for this—this idol world. He believed in me before anyone, and for that, he will always be my very best friend.

"What's your schedule look like today?" I asked while starting a pot of coffee: the only thing in Dongwoon's pantry.

"Radio show and practice," he said, "kinda slow, actually."

I nodded, "I'll go to the store for you. On your way to the show, just text me a list of the things you need."

"You'll do that for me?" he asked excitedly.

"As thanks for letting me crash," I smiled.

"Oh, you're welcome to crash any time you want," he said, "but I'd really love you if you went to the store for me."

"You're supposed to love me already," I said with mock offense.

Dongwoon just laughed and stretched, "I'll make my coffee to go, I'm already running a little late."

"Are you meeting the rest of the gang at the dorm first?" I asked while pouring his coffee in a to-go cup.

"Manager-ssi would not have it any other way," Dongwoon laughed and stretched, "Thanks, Jinhwa. You're such a perfect little housewife!" He ruffled my hair, "I'll see you later then?"

"Maybe," I said, "If not, text me." I walked him to the door and waved him out. I sighed while he disappeared down the hall, and only one though crossed my mind: Did he really just call me a housewife?

"That's a good thing though," Miyeon told me when I called her and told her everything, "Guys like that type of girl. Cooking, cleaning, going to the store, all that boring stuff." I heard her yawn.

"I guess you're right," I said, thinking about that for the first time.

"And about sleeping in the same bed as him, why are you so worried? It's not like he has cooties, and you could sleep in the same bed with me or Song-E or Jaesoon," she said, "Don't worry about it. You're making it out to be a big deal."

"But.. you guys are different than Dongwoon. You crashed at Yummy's house last night, didn't you?"

"Who?"

"Taecyeon's house, I mean," I corrected myself.

"Yeah, I took his bed and he slept on the couch," she said, "but me and him are different than you and Dongwoon."

"How?" I stirred my coffee and pouted to myself.

"We just are," Miyeon cleared her throat, "I gotta go, he's staring at me and it's making me feel… a lot of different kinds of things."

I laughed, "Call me later please!"

When I hung up I noticed Dongwoon really did text me a list of things he wanted… but instead of a list of things for me to buy, he sent me a list of the foods he wanted to eat. And coincidentally, they were all things I had made for him before. I smiled to myself and made a grocery list.

While I was shopping, I reminded myself to ask Dongwoon to pay me back for all of this. I wasn't the idol, he was. Then even more thoughts crossed my mind. Maybe I should charge him for cooking all this food for him on top of buying all these myself! And When I'm an idol, I will pay someone to do all my cooking because I am sooo sick of it. And I wonder what the unneers want for dinner. Eventually all of my thoughts carried me completely throughout the store for my ingredients. I was nervous looking at my basket. There were several people at the lines to check-out, so I was nervous about that, also. What if I didn't have enough money?

I watched nervously while the clerk rang up my—no, Dongwoon's items. I held my wallet nervously as the total passed my budget. I tried to interrupt the clerk but she was on a item-ringing spree. I bit my lip, trying to decide what to put back.

"I have to take some of this off, I don't have enough," I said nervously, shakily. There was a line backed up behind me.

The clerk blinked at me, "What would you like me to take off?"

I bit my lip again, "I'm not sure, let me—"

"How short are you?" the guy behind me asked.

I cleared my throat, "Not much, it's not a big deal." I found three things I wanted to put back before the guy could say anything and finished the payment, completely embarrassed.

"Can I have those items, miss?" the guy asked the clerk, charming her out of her stupid green vest.

I tried to arrange my bags in my arms so I could carry them all, but I was struggling. I rolled my eyes at the guy stealing my groceries. If he wanted them so bad, why didn't he just get them while he was shopping? I finally managed to carry all my bags and headed toward the door.

"Excuse me, miss!" the same guy called after me, "Let me help you."

"I got it actually," I smiled forcibly, "Thank you though."

"Well do you have room for one more?" he held up a plastic bag of the three things I couldn't afford. I tried to free a hand to take the bag, but I wasn't getting anywhere.

"You didn't have to…" I struggled, "buy those…"

"Just let me take a couple of those," he said and took the one in the middle, freeing up my vision and letting me see his face. I blinked. It couldn't be the same…

"I'm Sungyeol, what's your name?"