Cabin 3 || Boys Planet

5

    Yujin was the first one awake due to unfortunate timing of the sun, the blinds and the position he was sleeping in. Of course he just so happened to be staying in the room on the side where the sun rose. He sat up, sighing in defeat. It was barely six in the morning and he had thirty minutes to spare. He decided to use it by showering first.

    After his shower he felt a little more awake and refreshed. He roughly towel dried his hair before quietly making his way downstairs. He looked through the fridge, hoping to find something quick to make for breakfast. All he found was eggs and oatmeal. There were some different types of porridge too, but he didn't even consider it. He settled for instant oatmeal; a classic breakfast item.

    Gunwook was second to awake, coming down the stairs with heavy feet and messy hair. He rubbed his eyes and groaned into the palms of his hands.

    "Good morning?" Yujin brought his small, one person serving of oatmeal to the table and sat down. The chair was cold, too cold.

    "Morning," Gunwook forced open the fridge looking at the shelves up and down. He apparently didn't see anything that appealed to his taste buds because he shut the fridge and moved onto the pantry.

    "You're going to wake Taerae up," Yujin watched him, blowing off a spoonful of steaming oatmeal.

    "Well, I hope I do." Gunwook grabbed another granola bar; the same as yesterday. "He was so loud with his hairdryer last night. Didn't you hear it?"

    "No?" Yujin set his spoon back in the cup. Still too hot. He didn't recall anything- or anyone- being too loud last night.

    "That thing is like a turbo hair dryer. I wouldn't be surprised if he has heat damage at this point." Gunwook lazily slid into the chair across from Yujin.

    "I guess I just went to bed quicker than usual, then." Yujin shrugged, attempting to take a bite of his oatmeal. He instantly regretted it, covering his mouth as he kept it open. Way too hot, still.

    "Lucky." Gunwook finally smiled a little, amused at Yujins attempt to not care about the temperature of his breakfast.

    Taerae came down the stairs, looking as refreshed as ever. "Good morning my lovely housemates." He grabbed himself a glass of water.

    "Good morning Taerae!" Yujin responded. Unlike Gunwook, who just watched him. He seemed to be anticipating when he would sit down. "Sleep well?"

    Taerae made his way to sit at the head of the small table. "Like a baby."

    Gunwook threw his empty granola bar wrapper at him, crumbs scattering all over the floor and the table. He seemed satisfied with himself.

    "What did I even do?!" Taerae scooped the crumbs into his palm, reaching over and tossing them in the trash can.

    "He's cranky." Yujin took another bite of his breakfast.

    "Don't take it out on me!" Taerae exclaimed, throwing the wrapper back at Gunwook. He looked at him, unbothered.

    "I'm not cranky." He turned towards Taerae. "Just tired. Someone's hair dryer kept me awake until Midnight."

    "Well maybe you should invest in some ear plugs." He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back against the chair. Yuin decided to change the topic. He took a deep breath.

    "We have some sort of schedule in a few minutes." Yujin stood up and tossed his empty oatmeal cup in the trash. He looked at the schedule on the fridge. Kickball. So fun.

    "Yeah aren't we playing some sort of Soccer and Baseball hybrid game?" Taerae twisted around to look at him, resting his hands on the back of his chair.