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18. Stubborn

9:42 am

Warmth.

Wrapping comfortably and soft underneath, around and on top of him.

Tug.

Suddenly, a flush of cold snaked up his body and pulled him into consciousness.

He quickly covered his bare foot with the blanket again and buried half his face in the other end.

Tug.

Opening one eye, not moving an inch, he peeked to the bed end as far as he could. He could make out a disheveled ponytail and another head, whose dark eyes were now looking straight back into his.

"ATTACK!", the little boy yelled jumping up and on top of Wooyoung's legs.

The moment he landed, Wooyoung could swear his bones would've cracked if he was only a pound heavier.

He shot up in pain, well, at least his upper body did, and grabbed his tiny attacker by the arms. Seeing the surprise in his sparkly eyes, he pulled his little brother to his chest and fell back down into the white sheets.

The morning breeze was tickling his feet that were all exposed from the blanket.

The one man army, that was now blowing strands of his hair out of Wooyoung's face, had destroyed his landscape of white linen, leaving only the scrunched up part on his stomach covering his upper body.

He groaned overdramatically.

"Is this what hell feels like?", he coughed out while letting his head drop to the side.

Another pair of black eyes peeked up from the side of his bed. The little curves on the sides of them indicated the amusement his little sister found in watching her brother trying his best to wake Wooyoung up.

He felt his own eyes turn into crescents too and winked at the little girl crouching beside him.

With a giggle in response, she got up and waddled out of the room again and Wooyoung sensed the shift of weight on his body as his little brother climbed down the bed and followed her out.

Wooyoung spread his arms out, sighing, as he looked up at the slightly yellow ceiling. His body felt heavy, like he was stuck in quick sand or cement. Every tiny movement demanded all his concentration, his muscles were aching at every inch he tried to drag himself closer to the edge of the bed.

He gave up with a sigh, resting his eyes a little more. The world turned black again.

The door creaked and a small head with beautiful long hair peeked into his room.

"Wooyoung-ie", the soft voice belonging to the woman, who was now standing in front of him, called out quietly, "you need to wake up, you're very late for class...I know you're tired... but you need to go to school.."

She lightly shook his shoulder over and over, trying to wake him up.

No reaction.

Hands on her hips, she looked at the boy that was sleeping so peacefully like he belonged in castle in a fairy tale rather than the shabby apartment.

"How does he even need this much sleep when he's always going to bed so early...", she mumbled to herself.

"M-mom?", a cracked voice got her out of her thoughts.

She smiled slightly, but then quickly put on a serious face, she needed to scold him a little at least.

"Jung Wooyoung! Get up quickly, now! Do you even know how late it is?", she said loudly.