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I woke up with his back pressed against my chest. His soft hair constantly tickled my nose, no matter how many times I moved my face away the locks still found a way to distress me.

I eventually decided to fully wake up.

The dull light coming through the curtains is enough to make me groan in annoyance. I want to sleep in, my body is too used to waking up at 6 am.

I glance at the clock and smile, it's 9 am. Fair enough.

Peter loudly snores before settling on nasal noises. I fight back the urge to shove my finger into his open mouth just to see if he'd choke, but I do allow myself to boop his adorable button nose. He looks so peaceful; his bangs stick to his eyelids making him look adorable.

Despite the drooling.

When I get downstairs there's music playing from the kitchen. The smell of something burning hits me so hard that I nearly fell over. Was Michael trying to cook again? Oh, wait no, if it was him Doggie would have been running around. And is most likely still in his moods.

The horrid sight of Divine dancing around the kitchen island--going back to peak down at smoking pancakes as if it was normal-- makes me yell,

"Ahhh! Move!" I yank her swaying body aside before she nearly burns her gorgeous hair, grabbing the pan with my bare hand and throwing it in the sink.

"Morning to you too, asshole." She sings before counting how many burnt pancakes she had shacked on a plate.

I narrow my eyes, "Is there a reason you are dancing around the fire?" She looked like the devil, with the smoke around her as she span around the kitchen and the pan on fire.

She shrugs. "If I'm gonna be a bad cook, might as well be one with pride."

"There's nothing to be proud of!"

She clicks her tongue at me as if what I spoke was garbage. Nonetheless, I grab her poisonous food, "What are you doing?"

"Throwing this away, I'll make a new bunch."

She tries to take them away from me but I bump her waist with my hip- Divine isn't short, she stands a good 5'9 but I'm taller than her.

I dump her food into the trash before the lyrics of the song playing hits me. "Is that Madonna?"

She nods and flips me off.

I laugh and grab onto her hip-- swaying her lightly, "I'll show you how to properly make pancakes. But first open up the windows," I cough a few times before she gets the hint.

"How did you sleep?" She asks as I begin making the batter, "Was the room okay?" Her smirk makes me raise an eyebrow,

I smile at her indirect question: did Peter and I find the bed manageable. "It was fine."

She stares at me and I ignore her, I pour the batter slowly into the pan, hopefully, Divine is paying attention. She isn't, she's too busy trying to understand my existence.

I sigh, "No, Dee, we didn't have sex."

"Ugh!" She groans.

"Hm, I know."

"Your sarcasm is not appreciated you little shit."

I roll my eyes, making the second pancake, "I'm so sorry we ruined your plan to make us bump uglies."

She smacks my shoulder and I laugh.

"Oh, I forgot to ask. How did the date with Seth go?"

After a week of Seth sitting with us, he announced that he would be taking Dee out on a date. I couldn't stop her I'm not obliged to dictate her actions and decisions. Even if I wanted to. Regardless of my constant mental communication to get her to refuse him, she went out with him anyway.

Not gonna lie I hope it went awful so she was able to learn not to trust a dirtbag like Seth. He couldn't do anything other than step on people who loved him.

"You went on the date with Seth?" A rough voice asks.

We turn to gawk at Peter, leaning on the wall of the kitchen with nothing but sweatpants. Did this child have an allergy to shirts?

Divine soaks in his presence, her body tense beside mine, and I feel bad for her. He still can't notice what he's doing to her; him appearing without a shirt might not be intentional but he can't be that self-absorbed to not think about what it might do to someone who's painfully attracted to him.

The intense love this two have for each other might be misleading but it's overwhelming-- especially for Dee who's at the receiving end of it. I believe her when she says she'll let me and Pete explore in peace; she'll support us, but that doesn't permit us to cross certain boundaries. We should be able to let her grief for her relationship.

However, I won't blame her for being dazzled by the sight of a shirtless Peter Dae-Hyun. Peter was athletic to an extent, he wouldn't swap his weekend for practices but he'd run in the rain. His body isn't bulky but fit, lean, and somewhat muscular. As usual, his abs were visible but not rock hard, just enough for one to see and feel. His arms were toned with a bit of muscle flexing out.

He was-- is-- a drool-worthy sight. And don't even get me started on the pants barely hanging around his hips--

Lord have mercy.

"Will you put on some clothes?!" I screech and flick spoon full of batter on him, which he manages to avoid.

"Do you not feel the cold?!" Dee marches towards him and smacks his forehead.

Damn, Peter with swollen eyes and bed hair.

Okay, most people won't find swollen eyes attractive but something about looking so human turns me on.

He easily, and gently pushes Dee towards me, who I distract by letting her make the next pancake.

I beckon him over with my finger and he effortlessly walks towards me. We lean our lower backs against the island and watch Divine as she makes another pancake without my help. The pure joy and pride in her smile and face are enchanting.

Peter brushes his arm with mine and I turn my head slightly, "Hmm?"

I feel his lips caress the corner of my lip. My eyes widen, I forgot we could do that now.

I fully turn to him and capture his lips into mine.

*****
Shortest chapter of the book, but don't worry more is coming. Just thought I should feed y'all before you start protesting.

My FINAL exams started two weeks and ,"help me I'm holding on for dear life." Hopefully when exams end I'll update two chapters; not gonna lie I don't have fluff ideas so please send some you'd like to happen while the trio are chilling for a week.

My birthday was yesterday, the 19th! I'm 18 now; yes you can gasp, so young but so painfully talented.

Love you. Thank you for reading.

Ps. What's your favourite Madonna song? Mine is 4minutes featuring Justin Timberlake.

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