The obnoxious ringing of my alarm clock went off. My hand struggled finding the knob to switch it off, but it was finally reached. Mornings... why do you exist?I was just about to get up when I was pushed back down onto my soft mattress.
"Erg," I groaned. "What is this?"
The lump sprawled out on my back, pinning me down, spoke up. "Time for school, Hyunji!" Jisung yelled to me even though I was right under him.
"No need to shout, Jiji. I'm right here."
He gave a heavy sigh, and then a long pause. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Jisung slyly asked. I could tell he was smiling mischievously without even looking at his face.
I rolled my eyes, though he couldn't see my expression at the moment either. "That you should get off so I can get ready?" That's not what he wanted to hear. I know exactly what he's egging for, but I'm just being stubborn.
"Nooo!" he whined, making himself sound like a five-year-old. "How could my ever-dear sister forget such a thing!"
"Jiji, I have no idea what you're trying to get from me." Sarcasm dripped from my words.
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"TELL ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he finally cracked.
I let out a laugh. "Oh, that's today? I totally forgot!"
Jisung grunted as he rolled off of my back. "Maybe making that cake you made last year would make up for your terrible memory." Jisung gave a small smile as he got up and walked to the door. "Also, I hope you remembered that tonight I'm having all my friends come over." Jisung ran back to his room to get ready for school.
"Oh, I remember!" I called to him from my door. "Mom said I could have a couple friends over. Jueun is bringing Johnny!"
Jisung peeked his head out of his door with a smirk. "Johnny, huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "Your boyfriend? Just kidding. Like that would ever happen."
"Shut up!" I yelled throwing a hat hanging on the back of my door at him. He snickered, quickly shutting himself in his room.
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. What a brat.
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haunted // nct.dream [1]
Fanfiction《 A birthday party turned around 》 "Guys," a small and nervous voice spoke. We all slowly turned to look at a pale-faced Chenle. There was a dark spot that surround him under his feet. "Chenle," I started, hesitantly, "what is that?"