"I'm Hoseok. Jung Hoseok."

"I've saw you a couple times before. I lived in the floor above you."

I hummed softly in acknowledgment. Only just now that I could remember vividly of his face, around the building.

His eye smile was familiar, maybe because he was always smiling when I saw him. Sometimes he would greet me if we happen to be on the same elevator.

But I recall his hair wasn't orange the last time I saw him though.

We continue our walk until he stops right in front of a door with the number '709' on it. He was right, my apartment is 609. He really lived above me.

He opened the door with his one hand and let me inside.

The interior is not much different from mine. The only thing different is the furniture and how things were arranged.

"I'm sorry if its a mess. I've been quite busy lately."

He laugh awkwardly, while rubbing his neck. He called this a mess?

A couple of open snacks and drinks on the table and shirts on a neat pile at the corner of the room?

Are you kidding me? This looks neater than my apartment could ever be!

"You could sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the couch"

He explained while pointing to a room that I assume his room. I feel like i'm being a burden to him.

No matter how happy I am that someone cares for me, we only just met today. I couldn't help but feel guilty about all of this

"No, letting me stay the night was enough. I don't want to bother you any further."

I shake my head and finally detached our hands.

Which I kinda regret now since I already missed his hands. Oh, you couldn't imagine how I really loved his hands that clasped and fits mine like a piece of puzzle.

He was about to decline, when I cut him off before he could repel.

"If you insist on sleeping on the couch, i'll come and sleep beside you."

He was taken aback, and was now blushing furiously again. I found it really cute, how his cheeks was stained in pink.

"Well… if its like that, why don't we sleep together on my bed?"

Okay, he was taking this too well. I'm just joking about that so that he wouldn't give his bed for me, but… I secretly wish so too.

Believe me when I say i'm this close to squealing like a little girl when he said that. His face is dazzling, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Wait, gosh that sound so weird. Forget if I ever say anything"

He rambles, while his eyes roam to everywhere but me. Maybe he noticed my pink tinted cheeks and how I went silent after he said that.

But I managed to look at him right in the eye and shyly replied

"If you don't mind… I hate to be alone"

And we ended up sleeping in his bed, backs against each other.