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twenty six

A phone was ringing nonstop. So loud and frequent that it woke me up.

I groaned and lazily rolled to the side of my bed, accidentally dropping my phone.

Internally swearing, the screen somehow turned on and the time was half past four. I slept the whole day.

Shit!

Two missed calls from Minho and one from my brother.

I first called Minho and let him know that he could come over by now, then messaged my sibling. I jumped out of bed and threw a t-shirt on since my torso was bare. I liked sleeping like that.

Then I gave Bbama some food and water, waited for Minho to arrive and did some chores.

It took him around fifteen minutes to get here. He also bought me cheesecake! How sweet of him.

"Thank you so much! What is this all for?"

He just smiled at me, asking about how my day was.

"I actually just woke up."

He stared at me in awe, it was almost like he didn't believe me.

"My Jisungies bare face is so beautiful!" the boy squealed as he squeezed my cheek, ruffling my hair with the other hand.

Did I hear that right?

"What."

It wasn't that I didn't hear what he said, I didn't understand why he said that. I've never thought of my face as the prettiest or nicest in any way, shape or form.

I stared at him in disbelief, feeling the blood quickly rise to my face as it tainted my round cheeks a poppy red.

"I saaaaid," he started whilst dragging out the word 'said'.

"Your bare face is bea-"

"No, no, no, no no I heard it the first time." I interrupted and turned to the couch to hide out of embarrassment.

"No no no let me continue! Your bare fa-"

I want sure what got into me but I decided to grab the first object I could lay my eyes on, in this case a pillow, and smack him across his pretty face with it. Oops. I burst into a fit of giggles once I saw his rather stunned face.

"Oh, it's on..." I heard him say through his little smirk and before I could even respond I felt a squishy but somehow hard object launch to the right side of my head. I look up and see him laughing away like he didn't just give me borderline whiplash. Oh, it is on.

We threw pillows at each other, paying attention to the furniture so we wouldn't damage it. Bbama wanted to join too but I was scared he could get hurt so we tried to avoid the dog.

The fight went on for what felt like hours— when really it was just thirty minutes. It was almost six o'clock already and I was slowly getting tired of moving my arm in a swinging motion and my wrist was starting to hurt.

In my head, I had a plan. A devilish one. 

I waited for the perfect moment. When he hit me with the pillow I yelped and groaned, putting my hand on the spot he 'hit'.

Now just wait.

"Jisung? Are you alright?" Minho spoke as I dramatically fell. He rushed to me and gently grabbed my hand, moving it away from my head.

I whined and complained, amazed by my own actions. I didn't know I was this good at acting.

Then, I waited for the perfect moment, a malignant smile making its way onto my face.