You flutter your eyes open but closed them again. Today is Saturday so why should I wake up early? You said to yourself. You changed your sleeping position, your hands feeling the soft and fluffy surface of a pillow so you grabbed it and cuddled it.
"Mm.." you murmured as you cuddle the pillow. You slowly begin to sleep again as someone rudely bang on your door. You flinched at the sound.
Geez, does that person doesn't know how to fucking knock? Jesus... You said and slightly sat up, rubbing your eyes.
"(Y/N)-ah! Wake up!" you hear your Mom telling you to get up from the other side. You groaned, thinking that she thought today is a weekday when it isn't.
"Today is Saturday!" you yelled back, lying down again because you thought she'll leave you alone after getting hit by realization that today is Saturday.
"Yes, I know! That's why I'm telling you to get up!" your mom said and you force yourself to stand up and open the door, not caring if your Mom would insult your morning hair.
"Thank God you got up and..." your Mom paused, looking at you up and down as if you're wearing Gucci or trashbags to sleep. You looked down to yourself, somehow getting hit by a pang of insecurity, wondering what's wrong with your sleeping clothes because as far as you know, you are not wearing Gucci or trashbags to sleep.
"Go wear a bra your nipples are showing." your mom says, pointing at your nipples which are not even showing.
"And why should I?" you asked which is the most stupid thing that a person can ever hear or say.
"Because you're a girl and girls wear bras and we will be having visitors." your mom said and your eyebrows furrowed. Visitors? Why would we be having visitors anyway?
"Visitors? Who?" you asked.
"The Chois! They will be visiting here!" Your eyebrows are still furrowed because the surname of the visitors doesn't ring a bell.
"Choi who?"
Your mom rolls her eyes. "The Chois! The ones that used to be our neighbor here until their son went to Seoul to be an idol!" Slowly, your memories of the so-called visitors are slowly coming back.
"Remember their son, Beomgyu? You used to be childhood friends with him."
You widened your eyes once you heard the name of your childhood friend. You fully remembered him, of course, you punched him because he pushed you too hard while you're playing the swing.
"Right... The Chois... I'll go get ready." You muttered and closed the door. You slowly sat down to the floor, remembering memories of you and Beomgyu together.
Beomgyu? Isn't he the kid I punched because he pushed me too hard on the swing?
12:32 PM
It's almost quarter to one and the Chois will arrive at any moment... well that's what your Mom said. You lie down on the couch, your legs on an unladylike position but you don't care. The Chois are not here yet so...
Your mom is panicking at every single thing and would literally freak if anything's misplaced even by an inch before fixing it. You can't even count the amount of times the decorations in your house has been fixed by your mom.
"Oh God, the flower vase is misarranged!" your mom panics and you roll your eyes as you scroll on an article about your childhood friend who just debuted days ago. Yes, you're doing your research about Beomgyu.
