oh, my my my (part 2/2)

                                    

                                          
word count; 1.6k / fluff & angst
                          
summary; when you met peter at seven years old, your parents joked about the two of you growing up and falling in love; they never thought they'd be right.
                          
au; childhood best friends to lovers
                          
a/n; here is the second part to the latest update. hope you guys enjoy!
                          
originally posted on my bts tumblr: hobiance.tumblr.com / sorry if there are any name changes i didn't catch. this was written with a different original pairing and i had to adapt it, so there may be some discrepancies. 
                          
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When you woke up that morning, you found that you were still on the couch, the scent of freshly brewed coffee floating in the room. A decorative pillow was clutched tightly to your chest, and a fluffy blanket was tucked around you.
                          
Huh, that's weird. You didn't remember grabbing it from the bedroom before you fell asleep on the couch. And why did you smell coffee? You definitely hadn't brewed any.
                          
Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn't hear the soft footsteps making their way from the kitchen to the living room.
                          
"Y/N?" a soft, familiar voice asked from behind you.
                          
Whipping your head around, a disheveled Peter was presented in your line of sight; he was standing in the doorway with two mugs. His chocolate curls were sticking every which way, and he was still wearing his sweats from the night before.
                          
"Want some coffee?" he gestured towards you with one of the mugs, stepping around the chairs and making his way towards you on the couch when you gave a small nod in confirmation. 
                          
"Did you put this blanket on me?" you asked, noticing the way his ears turned red at your question, "I don't remember grabbing it before I fell asleep."
                          
"Yeah," he replied, handing you your mug, "I, uh, didn't want you to get cold. Our heating system sucks ass."
                          
You took a long sip of the coffee, peering over the rim to watch him as you contemplated how you wanted to bring up what happened the previous night. "Where did you go last night?"
                          
"Ned's," he shrugged, "Crashed in his spare bedroom, but came home around 5am. Didn't sleep very well."
                          
You hummed in response and nodded in understanding. Ned only lived a few minutes away, and they'd known each other since grade school; it made sense that he'd go over there. You were surprised that you hadn't guessed it from the beginning.
                          
"Why'd you sleep on the couch?" he asked in return, guilt flashing in his eyes momentarily when he heard your response.
                          
"It didn't feel right to sleep in our bed alone."
                          
An awkward silence hung over the two of you as you sipped your drinks, unsure of what to say. It was clear that most, if not all, of the anger from the night before had already dissipated. Now all that was left was guilt, regret, and a sense of general unease. 
                          
"So..." you mumbled, letting the end of the word drag off into nothingness. You still weren't sure why he got so upset in the first place, so you decided to let him guide the conversation.
                          
"I guess I should start by saying I'm sorry," he said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with his free hand, "I assumed things that weren't true and put words into your mouth rather than allowing you to explain. I jumped to conclusions, and that isn't how communication within healthy relationships should work. I'm sorry."
                          
You set down your mug on the table and sighed, scooting closer to him until your thighs were just barely brushing against each other. "Why did my response upset you so much?" you asked, not unkindly; your voice only held a tinge of curiosity, and Peter knew that you were genuinely confused as to why he'd flown off the handle seemingly out of nowhere.