Choi Yeonjun || ANGEL OR DEVIL

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(Y/N) POV

"(Y/N) please! Just get it over with!" Jennie grunts while trying to rip off the sheets that I'm desperately holding onto for dear life.

"Noooooo!," I groan as I throw my leg over the Blanket. She wraps the end around her waist and sprints to the other side of his room.

My blanket is viciously ripped off my body, exposing my bare legs to the cold air. I usually prefer the colder weather, but that's only when I'm dressed.

It's a form of torture when I'm half naked.

Jennie keeps walking with my blanket tucked under her arms and throws it into hue hallway.

"Come on! You gotta get to campus and I gotta get to work! I sketched out a bunch of drafts for blouses and I need to hand it in,"she scolds.

I sit up in bed with my blurred vision and look at her.

Her hair is slicked back in a mid-area ponytail and she's dressed in a sophisticated , green, two piece dress suit. Somehow added her own flare to it though.

The dress pants are fitted at the hips they get looser at the thighs. The top jacket has a mans fit but it's cropped and stitched to it fits her body perfectly.

It's a very sophisticated, yet hot look at the same time. Whoever she decides to date is a very lucky man. That irresponsible douche who left after her pregnancy really lost a gem.

She notices me checking out her outfit and smiles before doing a little twirl .

" Nice isn't it? I designed it myself," she says proudly.

I'm nod weakly before flopping backwards on my bed once more. I curl into A fetal position to prevent myself from freezing to death and try to fall back to sleep.

She doesn't have to worry about anything, the campus isn't going to miss me.

I hear her sigh and the sound of her heels clicking get further and further away from the room .

It seems like she finally gave up and gave in. I exhale, perfectly content without things turned out.

That was until I felt 31 pounds land on my body.

"Nonna! Mommy said you need to get up!," kookie yells while bouncing on my side.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my nephew to death. But moments like these is where I contemplate grabbing him by his ankle yeeting him across the room.

There's nothing a little rest and a cast can't fix afterall. He may break a couple bones, but he'll live.

I don't think I would though...

Jennie would kill me.

He gets on his knees and bend over so we can look at my face. I peek an eye open and stare at him, wondering what his next move will be.

Instead of blowing a raspberry in my face like he'd usually do, he breaks out in the most adorable little giggles I heard in my life.

"Noona looks like a monaster," he laughs.

All cuteness is gone now.

Once that sentence leaves his, mouth I spring up in bed. He catches on quick and crawls off of the bed before sprinting down the hallway.

"Why you little!," I yell as I throw my pillow out the door. Which was probably a very stupid move now that I think about it.

Now I have no blanket or a pillow.