Game On (Monsta X Wonho/Hoseok)

1: Told You So

Birds chirp endlessly around me. My head rests on a fluffy pillow, my body lying on a blanket. Leaves cover the ground under me, making it soft and comfortable.

My eyes are closed, and my mouth has drawn into a slight smile. I try to calm my thumping heart as I hear a pair of feet crinkle the leaves below them, walking towards me.

"Sweet princess," I hear the smooth voice of my prince. His voice is deep and low, almost sending a calming shiver down my spine.

I listen at the crunch of the leaves as he gets down onto one knee.

"With this kiss, you shall awaken, and let us be married."

He begins to lean in, and soon I can feel his breath on my face as he gets closer. His nose brushes against mine, and his top lip touches my own-

"DRAMAMA RAMAMA RAMAMA HEY! DRAMAMA RAMAMA RAMAMA HEY!"

My eyes suddenly jolt open, and I spring up in my bed, panting.

I look towards the direction of the music that stopped my dream fantasy: my next door neighbor. I glare at my blue curtains that are drawn shut, and I run a hand through my hair frustratingly.

"Nooo." I whine, disheveling my hair even more. "He was going to kiss me this time! Why do you have to play that damn music so early in the morning?!"

The loud music continues blaring, and I think for a second that he only plays it to get on my nerves. There are seven troublemakers at my school, and thanks to my fantastic luck, I have one of them as my neighbor.

Shin Hoseok. It's just a joy to have him live right beside me.

And yes, that's sarcasm.

Me and Hoseok have had an all out war in-between the two of us ever since he moved next door to me in middle school. He blasts his music at the most ungodly of times and revs the engine of his fancy sports car in the middle of the night just to annoy me. What do I do in return? Try to ignore it. 

Okay, so maybe its not a war since I've strictly been playing defense for years. I'd rather not draw attention to my direction, is all. 

I huff out a breath when my feet hit my hardwood floor, putting a chill on my body. It doesn't help that I decided to wear shorts and a tank top last night.

"Gosh it's cold." Muttering to myself, I make my way to my bathroom.

I take a second to stare at myself in my mirror. I have dark bags under my eyes, and my hair is a mangled mess of black locks. I honestly look like I just had a fist fight with someone last night.

I look awful.

I brush through my mid-lengthed hair, tying it up in a messy bun as I do. My teeth also get brushed, and my face gets washed.

I manage to groggily shuffle my way over to my closet, where I slide on a pink shirt that says 'Seventeen' on the front. I pair it with black skinny jeans and black converse.

My outfits are relatively simple because I don't have a ton of time in the morning, plus it's not like I'm trying to impress anyone.

I make sure to grab my backpack and phone as I walk downstairs and out the front door, closing it in the process.

My mom works late night shifts at the local hospital, so that means for the majority of the night and morning, I'm alone.

I'm used to it, though, plus we live in a pretty friendly neighborhood.