The phone buzzing by my head drags me out of my deep slumber, and I reach out groggily, feeling along the smooth surface to capture my vibrating device. It’s like a hammering drill on my skull, and my eyes are glued shut. I’m so tired and muggy-headed, and I slide it towards me, peeling one eye open to check if it’s an alarm, and see Yoonah’s name on the screen. Pulsing at me in demand. I swipe it to answer, haul it under the duvet with me, and press it to my ear so I can close my eyes back in my safe, warm, cozy bubble. Jyeon’s hot body pressed up behind me with an arm tossed casually across my waist, and his heavy breathing indicates he’s still oblivious.
“Hello.” I murmur, sounding very much like a person who is not with the world yet.
“Sohla, is that you? Are you still asleep?...” Yoonah’s very alert and bright. His cheery voice is like a big pointy prod to my aching skull that makes me wince. It&rsq
