I knew quite well that the phrase 'waking up on the wrong side of the bed' means being grumpy or irritable. But I didn't think that I would be waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Literally.

Wait, scratch that. My typical morning was opening my eyes and immediately seeing the ceiling, or my bedside table, or my closet – whichever side I was lying on. But now, I woke up face to face with the foot of the bed. I was on the floor. Getting up from the ground, I winced as my whole body felt sore. Fibromyalgia, perhaps? Or simple influenza? But as I remembered the girl now occupying my entire bed, I now knew the answer.

I took her left arm, which was hovering over my pillow, and brought it to her side. I did the same with her left leg just enough for me to have space to sleep on. By the time I was lying down, I was panting like I had run a mile. All the food she eats doesn't make her fat. It makes her seriously heavy.

"You left me," she muttered with her eyes closed.

"You kicked me off," I said.

She laughed. "How do you feel?"

"Not any differently, as I promised."

"Good," Jihyuk said.

Without hesitating, I pulled her closer to me. Chest to chest. Face to face. Eye to eye. "Tell me you forgot all about your address and the way back to your house," I said. "Please."

She smiled and closed her eyes, her eyelids brushing against my cheek. "I live at 135-283 Seoul, Seocho Neighborhood #5, 1308-25," she teased. "I'll miss you when you start working."

And last night, I was so sleepy and she was so beautiful. Now that I woke up, the grogginess isn't there anymore yet she's still just as beautiful. "You'll miss me?" I asked. Then she nodded curtly before leaning to kiss me.

And Hyukjae had to be the worst next-door neighbor ever for choosing to knock at this time. "Donghae!" he called out loudly from outside.

Groaning, I yanked the blanket over our heads to drown the noise out. Jihyuk giggled. "Maybe it's something important."

"No," I said, pulling her closer by the belt loops on her jeans. "It isn't." And she was looking at me again so blatantly like she knew everything about me. And so seizing the moment of me being deeply mesmerized by the look in her eyes, she kissed me. And I was grateful for the fact that we were lying down or else I would have collapsed from this state of frenzy. She held me by my shoulders and I held her by the waist and only one thin layer between us before the bed turns to a sea of moving flesh.

And I had enough self control to stop – as difficult as it may seem. I ended up burying my face on her neck and inhaling her scent deeply. This was my Jihyuk. This moment was one I never expected to happen since I can remember. And now there was this. She kissed me softly for the last time and a grin spread across her face. "I'm so hungry," she whispered against my chin.

"Let's get up and get dressed," I suggested. "Will you cook, though?"

Jihyuk got up and wore her shirt. "I can't cook."

"What?!" I exclaimed fakely, chasing after her before she could reach for the door. I poked at her waist, leaving her to laugh and escape at the same time.

Holding the knob with the door half-open, "Stop it," she said breathlessly.

"On the contrary," I said, and poked at her sides again.

This time, though, she didn't laugh. Following her gaze, I was reunited with my worst nightmare. "I asked Hyukjae to wake you up," Donghwa started and looked at the aforementioned man, who hung his head low. "But I guess you were too busy." His eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman beside me.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, hyung, this is Jung Jihyuk. Jihyuk, he's Donghwa, my older brother." She bowed the slightly and resumed her frozen position.

She had her eyes glued to her feet.

"What do you do for a living?" Donghwa asked at once.

"Hyung..." I pleaded for him not to be too nosy. This attitude of his disgusts me.

Jihyuk smiled the slightest bit. "I'm a teacher."

Donghwa frowned. And if everybody in the same room was quiet enough, I could swear they might have heard his mind snapping into place and all the insults he was now thinking of. So I quickly butted in. "She teaches well," I said. "It's her passion."

"Where do you teach?" he prodded some more.

She paused for a while before speaking. "In the public school near our house," she said.

But she didn't need to finish. Right in the middle of her sentence, Donghwa shifted his weight on one foot to another impatiently. After she spoke, he looked me in the eyes and said, "Can we talk in your room?" And he led the way like he lived here. Like he knew what color my walls were. Like he even owns the place. I left Jihyuk behind and glanced quickly at Hyukjae, hoping he would understand.

After the door slammed shut, my hell began. "What's the matter with you?!" he scolded. "Have you suddenly got brainwashed to sleep with just anyone?"

"She's not just anyone, hyung." I said. "She's my girlfriend and I love her." I'd almost whispered the last part.

He craned his neck. "You what?"

"I said I love her!" I repeated, louder this time.

And his fist came into contact with my cheek. Another punch came. Followed by another. And then a kick like I was some kind of human punching bag. When his anger subsided for the meantime, he paused, took a deep breath, and ran his fingers through his hair as he spoke. "Here's the thing, Donghae," he started. "You don't people and then fall in love with them."

"Stop shouting. She might hear you," I almost whispered, curling into a ball on my bed.

"And so?" he said tauntingly. "If she could hear me, what would she do? Leave? Ha! That's even better! You know a public school teacher doesn't earn even a quarter of what you will soon earn. You never even told me you were seeing someone! Oh come on, Donghae. You deserve better than that. The best thing for you to do now is get her out of here and never let me see her face again, understood?"

"How long have you known her, anyway?" he asked again.

"Why do you care?" I said, wishing I could spit blood on his face and let him know there was more to life than earning lots of cash and acting as if he hadn't started out as nothing and then slowly achieved where he was now. He was a hypocrite. A liar. A conceited, self-centered idiot. It was a shame to call him my brother.

Snapping from my thoughts, I realized he had left my room and was making himself comfortable in the kitchen. But he wasn't whom I was looking for. "Where is she?" I asked Hyukjae.

He looked at me, apologetic and angry at the same time before speaking my death sentence. "She left."