I woke up to such a disturbance on a fine, beautiful Monday morning. My dormitory buddies didn’t make it beautiful. Oh, I have a love relationship with sarcasm. Sungyeol has been going on and on about the prank that Myungsoo and I had pulled on the duo. Believe it or not, I felt at home. My hands were itching to set my defiant ways, free. Before that, do a favor and let yours truly catch on beauty sleep. Manly, beauty sleep.

Sungyeol yelled, poking his index finger through my cheek. “Niel, get up!”

“Yah, yah get up,” Myungsoo stepped on the metal ladder, shaking the mattress. I opened my eyes, only to meet mine with Sungyeol and Myungsoo. “It’s amazing, really. Teachers have major issues with us, because of our tardiness. I guess, someone is slowly climbing up the throne.” He snickered, casting a mocking remark.

“Five minutes!” I managed to respond, not moving an inch. Struggling to get up, I landed a thwack on Sungyeol’s hands. He was still poking my cheeks, earning himself a dissatisfied reaction, right out of me. My words warmed with cold shard, clutching the bolster tight. “It’s the twenty first century, dudes. Rebels or not – do me a favor and let me catch on some sleep.”

“You’re no different from Myungsoo,” Sungyeol smirked, rubbing his sole finger. “All you do is sleep.”

“I do not!” Myungsoo snapped up, eyebrows creased. “Niel sleeps more than I do.”

“I do not!”

“Do to!”

Two pair of hands grabbed me, involuntarily, before I knew it - I was up. My mind twirled, scrunching my features in annoyance. “Where’s my alarm clock?”

“You own an alarm clock?” Myungsoo leaned over, grabbing my school uniform and had it over to me.

I nodded in response. He gave a lopsided smirk, throwing in a male-fragrance deodorant towards my direction. I accepted it, saluting my way out of the dormitory. Sungyeol threw in an irritated look, trying his utmost best to snatch it away from me.

“Myungsoo, Niel! I had to borrow deodorant from the next dorm because of your scheming little prank.” Woohyun burst into the room, gracing with an embarrassed look. His face was flushed, smelling his underarms in a dramatic manner. “I smell awful, guys.”

“Who did you borrow it from, Woohyun?” I raised a concerned look, casting an amused expression towards Myungsoo.

Sungyeol rolled his eyes, creasing his eyelids. “Don’t tell me. You had borrowed yours from the opposite room. Didn’t you know? They had nicknamed him – the Han River?”

I added, hiding the laughter, “Because of the never-ending supply of water from his pits?”

“I don’t want to know!” Woohyun uttered, picking up his backpack from the pinewood shelving. “Lost lamb, you’re late!”

“I need to get a breather, alarm clock.”

Myungsoo’s lips went agape, “Woohyun, you’re his alarm clock?”

“What? Don't you dare take it away. Nobody has the rights to take up that position! “ Woohyun whined, darting a displeased expression. “That title is filled up, Myungsoo.”
 

“Park Niel, you’re an intelligent student but what is with your tardiness?” the homeroom teacher articulated his words, in an affirmative tone. He lined his words, writing into his file. I tilted my head, concealing the train of words right in my mouth. “Third week, and you’re late for the eighth time. I have been giving you chances. Good academic, positive mannerism and well-respected by the teachers but what is with this negative attitude?”

“If this continues on, I will take on drastic actions,” he snapped right in front of everybody. I nodded mutely, the grip on my backpack tightened. With a heavy heartbeat, I apologized to the homeroom teacher. I didn’t have the slightest idea on the types of reviews, at which the teachers in Woollim have written out for me.

“I’m sorry. I have issues with waking up early,” I said in a hoarse tone, my eyes flitted down to the cem