{  Jiyong  } 

         "Hyong! Someone stole my socks again!"               His legs were kicking my blanket to the other side. He toss and turn but in the end, he took my blanket and hid underneath it. This occurs a lot more than what I'd expected. I'm not sure whether he was asleep or awake, probably he was a sleepwalker, or might be a sleeptalker as well. After a couple of minutes, he was kicking the inside of my blanket, as if he was trapped inside and couldn't get out. He made some puffing sounds, did he even breathe? Once his head managed to get out, he gasped for air and kick my blanket aside once again. Oh, to think about it, he did made some irritating sounds, like he was annoyed at the presence of my blanket. His eyebrows were appeared narrowed, his lip was pouting and he said something under his breathe. He threw his body afterward with his arms were spread wide.            He was beautiful like that.              "Are you awake?" I crept but somehow, my voice fell into a whisper. Ah, he was asleep after all, since I hadn't got any answer from him. For the past three hours of sitting in the same bedroom with him, he was asking a lot of silly questions. Yeah, it annoyed me, but in a happy way. Sometimes I answered his questions, and some not, since I know he was talking in his sleep. I blinked my eyes for once and I do realize, I'd been standing over the side of my bed for the past three hours.             Hell.             This guy had paralyzed me, hardly.             I took a seat on my bed with my back was back-facing him. I threw my body afterwards and rolled myself on it until my arm brushed against his. I'd stop for a while, blinking my eyes as I thought of what to do next since the silence that fell in between us has froze me. I stared at the dusty ceiling, watching my own breathe came out from my lips as it filled up around the thin air. Ah, right. It remind me the time when I was so hopeless that I could only watch my breathe mix with the winter wind until my eyelids closed. I loathe that, it make me sick to think about it. A groan slip through my lips when I shook my head slowly. I rolled my body to the other way around and got myself up on my knees.             I need a glass of water to drink, my throat became dried when those unwanted memories came back to haunt my head. Besides, it was way better to be wandering around in the kitchen than staying in the same room with this messy panda. Woah, wait     did I just made a name for him? Messy panda; an adorable name for a certain panda like him, whom had lose his own baggy socks without any reasonable reason.            My body sunk into the mattress a little bit for quite sudden. It was then I realize that I could feel another weight shifted near me. A tight grasp tightened around my wrist. I hiss in between my teeth, that tight grip appeared to be painful to me. Another palm of hand was clutching on my waist and I happened to be thrown back to my bed.             "Man, hyong. That's not mine! It's Tabi hyong's bear socks! And it's not even clean."            Tabi hyong?             He hit me on the waist for couple of times, gently though. He swung my arms up and down, pouting like a baby and his face was squeezing into a sulk. Even his voice sounded like a little kid who hadn't gotten what he demands for.             I blinked my eyes once again until I realize that I was lying next to this messy panda. I yanked my wrist off from his tight grasp, his body rolled a bit far from where I'm lying at due to my harshness. "Ah really, this kid." I rolled my eyes away from looking at his sleeping face. "But you're kinda cute. Really..." I shut my lips back. "Really charming, charming panda." I continued, with my head nodded at my own sentences.             "You like me, don't you?"            My heart did three backflips. I turn my head to where that voice came from. There he was, where I thought that he was about two feet away and now, he was inches away from my face. I almost got a heart attack due to his sudden appearance. I tried to get up but stumble back in the end. "W-What?! I thought you're asleep!"            "I was sleeping? Again?" he took a chance to scratch his head as he spoke. He yawned for some seconds and rubbed his closed eyelids.              Adorable. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists, pulling them away from getting closer to his eyelids. "Stop doing that."             His body froze. Maybe because of my sudden touch. "Ah waeee?! It's really itchy! I swear those dusts get into my eyes!"             "Really, this kid. If you keep doing that, I might fell hard on you    " I startled. Oh babo Jiyong, what are you even thinking?!             "N-Neh?" his voice was rather shaking. He still had his eyes closed though, I guess the dusts really get into his eyes. Even the corner of his eyes were starting to get watery, it must be itchy.             I crept a mute sigh out from my lip. "Listen, open your eyes slowly. Let me blow it for you"             He shook his head emphatically in disagreement.             Little rascal. I sigh, he might open his eyes if I talk about his socks. "I know where your missing socks are hiding at."             His eyes shot opened. "Really?"            Got you. My pointer finger and my thumb met, forming a ring. "Yah! Your eyes are perfectly fine!" I lift them up and flicked it on his forehead. His palms immediately rubbed his forehead, on the part where I flicked my fingers at. His face curled up in pain as a hiss slip in between his teeth. He shook his head, blinking his eyes and realize that his eyes weren't itchy anymore. I bit my lower lip when he was laughing in so-called-happiness for his not-itchy-eyes. Ah he is so adorable. I flinched when I heard some sobs, I quickly replaced my gaze on him. His palms were over his face, blocking me from looking at him. "Are you crying?"             "How can I laugh when I know that I broke your guitar!"            My eyes went widened when he shouted like that for a sudden. He was laughing just a minute ago, and now he was crying? And why the heck did he shouted at me for? This little rascal.             "I-I'm sorry hyong!" he wrapped his hands around my arm, leaning the side of his cheek against my shoulder. "C-Can I call you hyong?"             This messy panda is full of surprise. "Neh, of course." I pat his head. "But seriously, why the heck did you shout at me for?"            "M-Mian hyong. I'm just worry that you will hate me forever since I broke your favourite guitar. I-I promise I'll buy a new one! So hyong, please don't hate me!"             A smirk playfully played on my lips. I think I could play with him for a bit.  "Ah, what can I say? You lay a finger on my dearest guitar, and you even left some scratches and cracks on it. I guess I should be hating on you now." I tried my best to use my bossy-serious voice tone so it may looked that I'm dealing a serious talk with him. My lips were curling up as I'd done talking, I tried not to laugh though. I took a slight glance on him, and I do realize that he looked as if he was about to burst into tears.            "I promise to buy a new one, hyong!" he tightened his grip around my arm, even my shoulder was wet by his tears. "Don't leave me hyong."              He's easy to tease with. "I'm just kidding, you messy panda!" gently, I yanked my arm away from his grip and