Sam allowed himself to be sat down at the whole ikea table, while MinJoon busily piled a plate with sliced fruit and bacon ashes.

“Here you go!” MinJoon proudly set the plate down in front of Sam with flourish.

“Ooh, yum! Thanks!” Sam forced a smile as he looked at the half peeled orange slices with a dusting of black burnt bacon. MinJoon watched Sam carefully waiting for him to taste it.

Sam dusted off a slice of orange and raised it to his lips.

“Mmmm! That’s a good orange!” He exclaimed. MinJoon was practically glowing.

As they both sat awkwardly together at the table eating the burnt bacon, they avoided each other’s eyes. They were both thinking about the night before. Sams face flushed as he remembered how he had embarrassingly broke down in tears in front of MinJoon. MinJoon nervously poked at the food on his plate as he thought about how pathetic he must have seemed, begging to sleep next to Sams bed and rambling on about all his private problems.

“Hey Sam? About last night...” MinJoon started awkwardly. Sams face got redder and he dropped his fork.

“Um, yeah?” Sam stuttered. MinJoon bit his fingernails, unsure what to say.

“I’m sorry for getting all emotional on you and stuff...I was just really tired or something...” MinJoon mumbled.

Sam looked at his hands, and his face flew hot.

“N-no, don’t be sorry. I-i didn’t mind, really.”

“Okay...” MinJoon took a breath. “I guess there’s just one last thing then...”

“What is is?” Asked sam.

MinJoon hesitated, biting at his nails. Sam noticed MinJoon’s nails were the only part of him that wasn’t perfectly manicured, and realized it must be a long standing habit of MinJoon’s.

“Well Sam...what are we?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean...are we roommates? Friends? Or...?”

Sam put a hand to his cheek to see if his face was as hot as it felt.

“I-I...I don’t know...?” He stammered.

“Well...what do you want to be?” MinJoon offered. Sam knew what he wanted. It had happened suddenly, but he was sure. He wanted to belong to MinJoon. He wanted MinJoon to be his. He wanted to be with him everyday...and every night. But how could he possibly tell MinJoon this? Especially they just met.

“Well...I think I want to spend lots of time with you.” Sam admitted shyly.

MinJoon tried to contain his feels, smiling happily.

“Well I guess we can leave it at that for now. I’m satisfied.” MinJoon was more than satisfied. He wanted to spend every second of his life with Sam, and he was excited to hear that Sam wanted to be with him also.

Neither of them ate much breakfast.