My saviour

Part 10- Preparing

(Y/n POV)

I rolled my eyes, "I never said you liked her!"

"I don't think your face agrees with that statement."

If crossed my arms and was about to argue back before Jihoon said, "okay okay you didn't say anything, I'm distracting you from your work."

I smiled in triumph and continued with my work while he was trying to type with one hand.

Half an hour later Jihoon unwrapped his arms around my waist and yawned, stretching out his hands.

He looked at his watch and said, "let's go to sleep now."

I nodded getting up to tidy everything away before getting into bed.

Jihoon turned off the lights and got in after me.

It was awkward, I tried to sleep as far away so that I didn't touch Jihoon.

"Y/n are you scared of me or what? Why are you on the edge, you're going to fall over?" said Jihoon getting up onto his elbows to look at me on the edge.

"No, I just like sleeping in the edge." I said, just before I slipped and nearly fell off.

Jihoon then got up and used his hands to push me into the middle of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you don't fall off!"

***

"Aha! Caught right in action, showing public display of affection!"

I opened my eyes hearing someone shout, to see my face inches away from Jihoon's face.

"AHH!" I screamed.

Getting up and moving away.

I looked over to see Jeongwoo laughing while taking a photo.

"JEONGWOO!" I screamed running after him.

"AHH!" He ran down the stairs, nearly tripping in process.

"Come back and delete that photo right now!" following not much behind him.

We were in the kitchen scrambling around when Soyoung came in.

"Why are you two fighting at 9 in the morning?" She said as she started to make her daily, morning coffee.

"Geez, boomer at least we are not like you, who can't function without coffee." Jeongwoo said, who stopped and stood looking at Soyoung, crossing his arm.

"And, is it any of your business, that we are fighting?" I added, mimicking Jeongwoo.

We walked back upstairs like nothing happened while Soyoung was still downstairs shouting at us.

I giggled to myself imagining her death-glare face.

I walked into my room to see Jihoon half-dead sitting in the bed, his hair was messed up and his eyes were still closed.

"And I thought I was the one that hated mornings." I said, getting clothes out from the wardrobe to go change.

"Is this how I'm going to be waken up every morning." Jihoon said as he flopped back onto his back.

"Umm, depends?" I laughed and walking into the bathroom.

***

It is 4pm in the afternoon right now, it was Christmas eve the day before we were going to have a big family gathering for Christmas tomorrow.