and then.

saturdays were yuna’s absolute favorite because it meant that she didn’t have to go to work. no alarms necessary, no need to worry about rushing around in the morning to get to the office on time. she could sleep for as long as she –

just as she was thinking those thoughts, a loud voice sounded from outside her bedroom door. she scowled as she heard the male. did he really need to yell at this hour? rolling out of bed, with her hair sticking up in all directions, she walked out of her room. “yah! what are you screaming for? what time is it even?” she exclaimed, yawning. the thing about living with one of your childhood friends was that she could care less about how she looked ( because frankly, he had seen her at all of her worsts already, so did it matter anymore? )

“isn’t it saturday? why aren’t you sleeping in?” perhaps she was a tad bit whiny considering he had just told her that breakfast was made, but really, didn’t he want to sleep in too? she moved over to him, tugging on his shirt. “why did you wake me up?” she whined, a pout forming on her lips as she looked up at him, puppy dog eyes staring at him.

       watching the door open, his best friend walking out of her room. her appearance made him smile slightly, using his hand to cover it. he thought she looked cute, and he liked the fact that she didn’t care how she looked in front of him. it was the years that they had known each other, making them numb from embarrassment in front of each other. but even without all the makeup and dressy clothing, he thought that she looked extremely cute. 

      ‘ it’s about nine in the morning, yes it’s saturday. and i don’t want to sleep in because today we’re going to hang out. ’ he stated, ‘ we haven’t hung out in a while. it’s always work or sleep. so, we wake up early anyway on weekdays, let’s go out and have fun today ! ’ 

       he rolls on his bed as his alarm goes off, reaching his arm out of the warmth of his blanket to hit the snooze button. he struggles trying to find his alarm clock, and he lets out a soft whine ( he really doesn’t want to wake up ). he slowly opens his eyes, lifting his head, looking at his night stand for the cause of his suffering that morning. as his eyes adjust to the morning light, he finally spots the digital clock, pressing the ‘snooze’ button located on top. 

       he sits up, swinging his legs off the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes. he grabs his phone, ‘ saturday, ’ he mumbles to himself, relief washing over him. he doesn’t have to bother to get ready for work, thank god. pushing himself off his bed, he slowly moves to his bedroom door to head to his apartment kitchen, careful not to wake his ( admittedly attractive ) roommate. when he gets there, he grabs a pan and some eggs and bread from the fridge. 

       he hums as he cooks, cracking the eggs into the pan, tossing the shells to the side to throw out later. when he finishes, he turns off the stove, grabbing three plates from one of the cabinets. carefully putting the eggs on two of the plates, he moves to make some toast. as he waits, he puts the eggs on the table that he usually eats at with his roommate. when he finishes making the toast, he puts it in the middle of the table.