rude awakening

beagles and Minah = frustration

“Get up!” A voice yelled through the doors, sharp knocks pounding against the door. And in some way their minds that screamed for silence to resume.

One occupant peeked through lashes, body facing the windows covered by blinds only to see the lack of light trying to penetrate them or sneak around the crevices that allowed slivers of light to seep in. And then groaned at the wake up call.

“Beagles! I don’t appreciate being ignored, even the maknaes were easier to get up!” The manager yelled again through the doors, the knocking stopping only to be replaced by the door opening.

“Minah-unnie. Ten more minutes...” Sarang shrugged the elder off, turning over in her sheets while the other two just ignored her.

“Yah!” Minah huffed, frustrated with them as she strode over to each individual bed and pulled of the duvet. Even if it meant climbing up the ladder to the top bunk.

“Devil unnie... Don’t touch my bed, it’s clean. You aren’t clean...” Jiyeon murmured quietly in a mix between Mandarin, Korean and Cantonese in that order. She was up, holding on to her duvet to make sure it didn’t touch the floor. Mainly because they were clean and she didn’t want to have to wash them again.

“Yah! Beagle what did you say? I swear if it was anything I will make you look bad for the next year.” Minah threatened them, still looming in the room waiting for them to exit for the bathrooms.

“I’m up unnie.” Misoo yawned, being the first to get out of bed and go to the kitchen for breakfast. Jiyeon was intent on perfecting her bed, the white sheets and pillows getting straightened out perfectly before she did the duvet with a practised hand.

“Sarang-ah, get up! If you’re quick enough we can go and get some snacks before you have to spend the whole day filming your music video.” Minah urged the still sleeping member, all but cheering when she say her move from the top bunk and then quickly out the door eyes still half closed.

“One of the bathrooms better be free...” Jiyeon yawned, her words almost indecipherable as she straightened out her singlet and shorts. “Unnie, pick my outfit?” The beagle whined, stopping in front of the elder woman with pleading eyes.

“No.” Was the short answer of the woman, who only rolled her eyes at the beagle and then frowned at her before walking out to manage the remaining members.

“But unnie! Please!”

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