You felt like it was morning, but being in a stranger's bedroom made you doubt yourself.

Wait. You knew this bedroom.

The blankets beneath your fingers, the bed frame above your head, and the color of the walls all screamed that you've been at this house before. You immediately moved your head up to look but then came back down with a small whine.

Shit, your head was pounding! You tried to roll over onto your back but your muscles cramped and your whimpered again. Okay, those were definitely the muscle pains of sex. But dear god, who in the world were you with last night to give you aches as bad as these?

A soft snore was heard behind you and you froze. The first thing you thought of was, oh good, at least the man you were with last night had the decency to stay with you til morning. The second thought had you gulping in dread: who was he?

Forcing yourself to ignore the pain, you managed to roll yourself onto your back. What the hell were your panties doing on the ceiling fan? The blurry memory of someone shoving their tongue in between your legs sent a shiver down your body.

Your skin tingled, seeming to remember the various places he touched, grabbed, and held roughly. You made a mental note to check your hips for bruises you were sure had already turned blue at this point. But his face stayed clear from your head.

You remembered strong arms, a deep voice, and thrusts as hard as a fucking animal, but you couldn't for the life of you remember a face. You finally pushed your weight to one side and turned to face the man sleeping behind you.

Oh. Oh shit.

His hair was an absolute mess but the sunlight from his windows glinted off it beautifully. His lashes were long and rested against his cheeks like an angel's. His lips were a blushing shade of pink, a soft contrast to the smooth, milky white skin of his face.

You swallowed hard as you watched his bare chest rise and fall gently. Holy shit. You just slept with your best friend. You just slept with-

"Luhan?" Your voice was small and meek, but the boy in front of you took in a deep breath and opened his eyes sleepily.

He stared at you for a second, trying to process if he was really awake or not, and then he rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes with both his palms. "So you're up."

You didn't respond. It wasn't a question. Luhan cleared his throat and looked towards you. "So... we had sex..."

"Y-yeah," was all you could muster out. A silence settled between you as if he was trying to let that piece of knowledge sink in.

"Is... is that okay?" You tilted your head at the question. Strange how he didn't ask if you and he were okay or if your friendship was okay. He asked if it was okay that you slept with him. Your last memory of the night before suddenly rushed to your mind.

Luhan's feather-light touch and shy kisses played before you. The genuine concern glowing from within his eyes was still there, even in the morning after. A smile found its way to your lips as you began to understand. "Yeah," you said.

Hesitantly, you wrapped an arm around his torso, feeling the familiar skin against skin

again, and rested your head on his chest. "It's okay."

Luhan blinked at you in shock. He wasn't expecting this kind of response. Laughing slightly in disbelief, he pulled the covers over your shoulder and hugged you toward him.

"Then I guess... I'll make breakfast."

"No," you whispered, snuggling into his side.

"Stay." It was quiet, but you knew Luhan was smiling.

"Okay." You both closed your eyes and tried to go back to sleep. It was weird for the both of you, but something about the whole thing just felt... right.

"Hey."

"Hmm?" You mumbled against him.

He snickered, voice vibrating deep in his chest. "What's my name?"

You rolled your eyes without opening them. "Luhan."

With a hum in approval, he nodded his head. "Cool. Just making sure you knew who was fucking you last night."

You shoved him out of the bed, failing to keep your laughter in. He laughed too as he climbed back into the bed to tickle you.

It was the first morning of a very long and interesting relationship.

The name of the other man was long forgotten.