Insomnia// Jeerangz

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**Sarang's POV**

My pillow kept shaking up-and-down. It honestly irked me-- it felt like I was in the middle of an earthquake. Now that I think about it... it felt kind of hard too, not the soft, feathery cushion I was accustomed to. I awoke slouched wholly to the right, my head tucked into a nook, leaning against something tender and warm; some sort of long tube, which I grasped firmly in my arms. The first sight I saw as my eyes opened was the view of the garden out the window. 

Jeemin's gummy smile gazed at me from above. "Sorry, did I wake you? Your grandmother is so funny; I couldn't help but laugh."

"You're too kind Jeemin-dear," Grammy said, her voice stronger than yesterday yet still fragile.

"What's going on...?" I groaned, pushing my head off of her shoulder. "Oh my gosh Jeemin, did I fall asleep on you last night? I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be silly-- I didn't mind it. If it makes you feel better, I woke up with my head on top of yours too, so we're even," she whispered softly.

"You two looked so cute sleeping together! Like two peas in a pod!"

"Grammy~! You were watching us sleep? That's so weird! That's... weird right...?"

Jeemin remained expressionless, "What else did you expect her to do?"

"I... I guess you're right," I agreed.

"She was so nice too-- she even put a blanket over you to keep you warm," Grammy commented.

"O-oh you saw that?" Jeemin peeped.

I stared at the blanket that had drooped down onto the floor, "You had a blanket in your backpack?"

"Of course. I have to stay prepared," she replied, "A-anyways, your grandmother was just telling me stories from when you were little. You sounded so cute as kid."

My eyes expanded from fear, "Grammy! Don't tell me you told her-"

"I didn't tell her," she confirmed.

"Tell me what? Please! What is it? Please tell me! I need to know!" Jeemin had these crazy eyes that peered directly in front of my face.

"You do not need to know anything," I said. I shivered even just thinking about it again. "And you never will."

"Awww come on!" She tugged weakly on my finger. "Please~"

It broke a smirk out of me, "Never." I turned to my grandma whom was still staring at us fondly, "And you won't say anything either Grammy."

"You have my word Puppy."

"Is that your nickname? 'Puppy'. I heard her call you that yesterday too." Jeemin said. "It's so cute!"

I eyed her bewildered at this strange joyful, energetic attitude she was rocking-- kind of like I rubbed off on her. "What'd Grammy do to you? Why are you acting so... bubbly?"

Jeemin cocked her head, with a pestering tinge, "Nothing."

"Nicknames are how we show our affection in our family," Grammy explained, gently touching Jeemin's hand.

Jeemin scratched her head, obviously pondering the unfamiliar method of affection. "That's fascinating."

"How do you and your family show affection?" Grammy wondered.

"We don't really talk to each other like that. Although one time my father gave me a calculator from his work out of the blue; that was exciting!"

I was aghast, "Really? That's..."