RED ROSES［GOT7 MARK］(currently rewriting all chapters)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four, ❝I can't...❞

9th August - Monday, 06:20 AM

The alarm clock went off at the exact same moment I tossed around to a more comfortable position. Groaning at the sharp beeping, which was grating my eardrums and constantly crawling into the surface of my brain, I slammed the damn thing to silence before planting my face in the pillow and let out a barely-audible squeal.
   Getting up in the morning must be one of the worst thing ever. What idiot came up with the idea of starting school so early, torturing every body and soul by forcing people up every morning briefly just after the sun arise. In my dearest opinion I'd rather attend school in the evening, being the night animal that I am. Staying up so late it gets early.

❝Yo, bro, get up!❞ Bambam's voice suddenly rang from the outside of my room, unnecessarily banging so hard on the door that caused me headache, before he announces, ❝I'll give you five seconds to come and open up the door, or else... you know what will happen—❞

—him, breaking into my room, starts bouncing up and down on my bed while being irritatingly noisy, pestering the crap out of me and eventually gets me mad enough to run, chases after his keister attempting to murder him—is what will happen if I don't get the hell up. Something I really don't want to go through again, because it's really tiring. One is suppose to gain energy after a goodnight sleep, but in this case I'd drain them already from the first second I wake up.
   Nevertheless, after having that said Bambam immediately starts to count down in an unfair speed. Before I could even react properly, the boy had already reached two-one by the time I got out of bed. Son of a gun.

   ❝Ready or not, here I come!❞ he yelled on top of his lungs.

   Swifly after he kicks the door open and sprinted over, pounches on me and before I knew it, both of us were already laying flat on the bed. With his keister on top of my face.

   ❝Huh? Where'd you go?❞ he then asked with a dumbfounded tone after he gets up, like a corpse that rises up from its grave, and started looking around himself. How is it even possible to not notice having my nose sticking up half way up his butt cheek?

   ❝You're sitting. On. My. Face.❞ I emphasized most of the words while gritting my teeth, trying my best to contain myself from flipping the crap.

   ❝Eh?❞ Bambam wiggled both of his butt cheeks to reassure that he was actually sitting on my face, ❝oh craaap, I'm sorry, Sabina!❞

   Finally he got up and wiped his bum-balls, as though he got some dirt on it by sitting on me. It's basically, physically impossible to get dirt from my face, because it's my face; my glorious, beautiful face. But after what just happened I guess everything is possible...

   ❝Bam, how many times do I have to tell you; do not enter my room without my permission! Especially in the morning, God dammit!❞

   ❝Heyheyhey! Calm down—❞ he starts to take a few steps back when I yelled at him while pointing at his face. Afraid that I might punch him, he blocked his face with both of his hands and dared not to remove them. ❝—I gave you five seconds, didn't I? And I did warn you what will happen if you didn't get up.❞

   ❝That's not it!❞ I yelled again and stomped my foot like a child in frustration. ❝You're not suppose to come in at all unless I say you can, and I didn't! Which mean you can't just give me five seconds and barge in like that...!❞