PRESIDENT'S SON | jjk

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The blaring sound that reached your ears was so alarming, you swore the next few seconds it ticked off, you were already up on your bed, hair slightly messy and your blanket was nowhere to be seen.

Gosh, that alarm was so loud.

You finally stumbled sheepishly onto the floor, stretching a little bit here and there to relief your muscles and eventually saw that Jane was still sleeping peacefully even though the hellish and super loud alarm of yours echoed through the room every morning.

Your first task of the day—waking up Jane every single damn morning, not that you weren't used to it though.

Jane was a sleepyhead, hell, she would fit the title of the number one person who was really hard to wake up. Even that one particular time when both of you were still in primary school, she actually said to all of your classmates that her hobby was sleeping.

She added that sleeping was one of the most beautiful moment in her life. You felt like throwing you shoes back then at her head, how could someone be so immature—although both of you were practically 10 at the time—but upon seeing everyone cracked up at her little comedic statement, you silently smiled at her remark.

You had to admit yourself, everybody liked to sleep.

You went to Jane's bed as you yawned and felt that your eyes were getting a little bit teary, one of the effect from the action of yawning. You brushed your eyes with your hands, trying to wipe away the little tears that were threatening to come out from your eyes. You snatched Jane's blanket as soon as your vision was getting clearer and you could hear the faint snort she let out at the sudden disappearance of the warm, comfortable feeling that wrapped around her body less than 5 seconds ago. She shuffled her body whilst turning away from you as she continued to drift once again into the heaven inside her head.

"Wake up," you said once, "wake up, you sleepyhead," you said twice, with a higher pitch than the first.

Jane was still there, on her bed. She didn't move, not even an inch. If there were other people beside you, they might mistake her as a corpse that might have died in her sleep.

Anyway, your school had a really tight, strict schedule. You were needed to wake up at 5 in the morning and clear the hostel before 5:50 a.m. If the disciplinary board found out that there was still a person in the hostel, oh god, punishments awaited all of you and you vividly remembered that all of you were instructed to run 3 laps around the whole school at 12 a.m. Side note; your school was fucking huge.

"Jane, wake up! It's already 5:30!"

Your resolve broke as you finally yelled at her. If you could lift her bed, you would have done it. Jane was somewhat a punctual person so lying to her about time always worked on her.

Her eyes flew open.

"What?! 5:30?! Fuck my life."

You giggled at her reaction as she quickly got up in a quite disheveled state, rummaging through her closet like a maniac, took out her clothes and ready to sprint with all her might before she saw you and stopped in front of you with a confused look.

"Why did you look so relaxed?" she asked, of course she knew. It was a classic, old tactic that you would always use on her everyday. She slapped your right shoulder, hard enough for you to feel the stinging pain and you glared at her with an annoyed frown. She gave a creepy smile towards you and said, "You lied to me, aren't you?"

Your eyes widened, oh no.

She pushed you away and gave you a playful wink before she ran to the bathroom door.