Lean On Me |Bangchan|

04|| Impromptu makeover session

"Ugh, what unholy racket is this?!" I screeched, launching my pillow across the room like a fluffy missile. It landed with a pathetic thud somewhere near the laundry basket, a far cry from its intended target – the source of the incessant ringing.

 Finally, I wrestled my phone free from the tangled sheets that seemed to be conspiring against me getting any sleep this Saturday morning.

"Who replaced my ringtone with a flock of angry geese?! And why is it auditioning for a heavy metal concert in my ear at what should be a perfectly acceptable sleep-in hour?" I roared, launching a pillow across the room with surprising accuracy. It bounced harmlessly off the wall, raining feathers onto my already messy bed.

"Hold your horses, Sunshine," Changbin's voice crackled through the receiver, laced with amusement that only served to further irritate my bedhead-induced rage. "It's practically lunchtime."

Lunchtime? Lunchtime?! I swear, these guys lived on a different planet.

"Lunchtime? In what alternate reality is it lunchtime?" I grumbled, squinting at the sliver of sunlight peeking through the blinds. "This is prime hibernation time, people. Respect the schedule of a busy coder!"

Before I could unleash another rambling retort, the phone exploded into a cacophony of voices. Minho's low rumble, Han's helium-induced shriek that could shatter glass, and Hyunjin... well, Hyunjin sounded like a chipmunk who just discovered a vat of Red Bull and a karaoke machine.

These guys needed a mute button – permanently installed.

"Hyung, if you look like a raccoon on crack today, I swear..." Han trailed off dramatically, followed by a chorus of what could only be described as hyperventilating chipmunk noises from Hyunjin.

Seriously, guys? This early on a Saturday? Weren't they supposed to be out there charming the ladies, not trying to give me a heart attack before I even had my first cup of lukewarm coffee?

"Guys, a semblance of peace and quiet here would be nice," I deadpanned. "Especially for someone who looks like they haven't slept since the invention of caffeine."

"Told you to go to bed earlier, Channie," Minho scoffed. Easy for Mr. "Never a hair out of place" to say.

"Ugh, please," I groaned, burying my head further into the pillow. "Just let a man sleep in peace for once. It's been, like, nine whole months since I've seen the sunrise without feeling like death warmed over."

"That girl will totally freak out if she sees you looking like that," Changbin's voice whispered over the phone, laced with what sounded suspiciously like... Z.

Hold up. Changbin? Mr. "Protein shake is for the weak" Changbin? Was he whispering sweet nothings into his phone? Had I finally fallen into some alternate reality where up was down and pigs could fly?

"Uh, Changbin, are you feeling okay, buddy?" I mumbled, peeking out from the pillow fort I'd constructed with my bedsheets. "Did you accidentally ingest one of those experimental protein shakes that makes you hallucinate unicorns and rainbows?"

The sound of Changbin sputtering on the other end almost made the lack of sleep worth it. "H-hallucinate unicorns? No! Kenzie's just sleeping, genius. I can't exactly wake my darling with your morning death metal alarm clock going off."

Death metal alarm clock?

Really?

"Oh, so you can't wake your precious Kenzy with your booming baritone whispering session but you have no problem dragging your sleep-deprived best friend out of dreamland with your incessant ringing?"