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Sleeping In

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"Y/N, you need to wake up–isn't your college lecture starting soo-" the frog in front of you grumbled, pulling his smoking purple pipe out from his thick lips. They were bigger than you, for one thing. Alarmingly so. Cocking your head in surprise, you debated the exact mechanics of frog vocal cords and their tongues. Could frogs talk?

That didn't sound right. But who were you to deny your eyes?

He sighed once more, and then reached out a webbed hand onto your shoulder, shaking you violently. Contrary to what you expected, moist damp skin being the primary assumption, you were greeted with soft, warm and most importantly dry skin.

For some reason, something quiet inside of you was screaming in alarm. Screaming to GET AWAY RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW. It was too extreme to be classified as an instinct or gut feeling, it was almost like a knee jolt reaction. It was like it had been ingrained in you, trained in you to be flinching in alarm. But why? You puzzled over your thought a bit longer.

Jae-su had woken up before you that morning. The student always felt energised after a night of good crying. Something about emotionally destressing just got her, you know? (Violet Evergarden, literally every single episode. It never failed to make her cry.) Everyone needed a good every now and then, and emotional suppressing was bad for you. Who was Jae-su to go against her bodily needs?

She hummed to herself as she brushed her teeth and danced around in the cramped bathroom when applying her makeup. Only after her phone pinged with a reminder did she check the time and realise that you would be late if you slept in any longer.

With a begrudging attitude, but one expected from the older sophomore, she moseyed her way through the room and stopped beside your bed. For a moment, Jae-su sighed and just stared at you. Snoring, mouth open and a line of dried drool edging at the crease of your lip. The relaxed expression on your face. When she first met you, there was so much nervous and anxietic energy around you that it was concerning her for goodness sakes. Jae-su, famously known as the sophomore who 'frankly, didn't give a shit about your boyfriend, Marielle.' A line that she had accidentally said much too loudly in the middle of a lecture and stayed immortalised in her reputation.

"Aish, this girl? Sleeping like she doesn't have a lecture. Why am I doing this- Y/N, you need to wake up– isn't your college lecture starting soon-" as soon as her hand got close to your shoulder, you shifted away. The blankets shuffled loudly in the quiet room, and a grumble tore from your lips.

It was subtle enough to have been passed off as a sleepy movement, but Jae-su was not convinced. The sophomore raised a brow and placed a hand on her hip.

Is she pretending to be asleep?

She grabbed your exposed shoulder and shook you as violently as she could. (Jae-su had enough experiences with her own sister to know that a simple wake-up call would accomplish nothing, and that physical violence was the best way to wake someone that. Or in general, physical violence was the best way to get the point across.)

At the exact moment her fingers brushed against your skin, you flinched. A violent rough movement that happened too quickly for her to move out the way. Your leg shot out from the blanket and the hard bone of your shin slammed against the side of her knees. Jae-su, surprised, went down like kilogram in water.

"Y/N-" The strangled exclamation flew out of her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing the side of her knees.

"Unnie, did you say some-" your voice had been a sleepy murmur at first, until the last thirty seconds caught up to your body. Jae-su touching your shoulder and you knocking her down. The dregs of sleep evaporated as horror and shock quickly rushed to fill it. You were panicking. Hardcore panicking. Jae-su moaned from where she was on the floor, rubbing her knees and hip.