Cupcakes | j.wy ✓

5

I woke up the next morning panicking because I thought I was late to meet up with Wooyoung at the café. But it turns out, I had woken up at five thirty-six a.m. and not at seven thirty-six. I groaned, annoyed at my eyes and body and mind for waking me up so early in the morning. I flopped back onto my bed, but I couldn't sleep again. Bored and irritated, I intruded into Yunho's room to wake him up. When I found him, he was still snoring peacefully on his bed. Then I hopped onto his bed, and then jumped up and down violently without mercy.

"Jeong. Fricking. Yunho. Get. Up. Now!" I exclaimed, kicking Yunho's sleeping body lightly.

"Ahh, Kyung-ah, it's too early," Yunho mumbled, continuing to sleep.

"Jeong. Fricking. Yunho! It's. Eight. A. M!" I lied, hoping that he would wake up. Yunho, however, only yawned and snuggled closer into his pillow.

"It's Saturday," he mumbles. "I can sleep however late I want. And aren't you supposed to be at KQ Café by now if it's eight? Wasn't your date half an hour ago?"

I groaned and flopped back onto his bed, my head landing on his stomach. "I lied, it isn't eight, it's still around five thirty-ish in the morning." I sigh and turned my head around so I can face him. "I just woke up too early and now I can't sleep again."

"Okay, but that doesn't mean you can wake me up from my slumber," Yunho says half-asleep, hugging his pillow tightly as if it was the only thing in the world that is keeping him alive.

I pouted. "If you're my friend, you'd wake up and suffer waking up early with me!"

"That means I'm not your friend," Yunho mutters into his pillow, rolling over to the other side. My head slid from his stomach and onto the bed.

"Jerk, I hate you," I mumbled at his direction, proceeding to roll off the bed and stumble all the way back to my apartment.

"I love ya too!" Yunho yelled as loud as he could before falling back to sleep.

I only shook my head and smiled.

>~<

Since I could do nothing but lie awake every time I try to sleep, I decided to just prepare for me and Wooyoung's homework date thing or whatever. I tossed my pencil-case and homework and textbook and wallet into my backpack. I also added a water bottle just in case I needed to drink. It took me half an hour to choose what to wear, though.

"Kyung, your date is in thirty minutes, are you ready yet?" Yunho asked as he entered my apartment to make me breakfast, like he always do.

I groaned, upset. "Noooooo, Yunhoooooo, I don't know what to wearrrrrr..."

Yunho sighs, shaking his head. "Why do you girls always worry what to wear every time you are about to go off for a date? I don't understand it."

"Because you're not a girl, that's why," I reprimand, tossing a black skirt out of my way to grab a pair of black jeans buried underneath. Yunho caught the skirt in mid-air and eyed it with disgust.

"I thought you hate short skirts," Yunho said, tossing it over his shoulder. "Isn't this one too revealing for you?"

"I do," I nodded. "That's just my mother trying to get me into wearing them."

Yunho tsked. "If you want my honest opinion, never ever wear that. It wouldn't look great on you."

I smile and nod. That's the thing I like best about Yunho—he's like an older brother I never had. He's always so caring to me. "I will never wear that disgusting thing," I assure him.