November 1st, Sunday - 8.00 AM
If I Ain't Got You
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Niel's POV
"Lee Byunghun... we run out of eggs!", I yelled at L.Joe-hyung who still on his bed, . He usually wakes up right away every time I called him by his name only. I put aside the pan where I cooked my spaghetti sauce in. Hh, I lost again today in making breakfast. I don't mind though, every time L.Joe-hyung made our breakfast it's only simple sandwiches. He's really useless. "BYUNGHUN-AHHHHH", I yelled once again as I walked into his bedroom. Technically, not HIS bedroom though, OUR bedroom, but he's so selfish that he won't let me sleep on it just once. "Yah, Byunghunnie!", I pull the pillow under his head and threw it to his face. That small figure finally show some reactions. He moaned once again and try to open his eyes. "Ahn Danieeeel!", he weakly throw the pillow back at me, he sat on the bed, focusing his eyes. "It's 8AM, hyung...", I said. "Huuummm", he stretched his arms and open the window. "Ahhh it's cold!", he yelled and closed it back. "Of course it's cold, it's November!", I laughed at him. Sometimes this hyung is so cluless about his own doings. He rubbed his shoulders rapidly. "Are you completely awake now?", I asked him. "Yeah... did you make spaghetti?", he sniffed around. "Yes I did, come on, let's eat... it will be cold soon", I said as I him to the living room. "I need to brush my teeth first", he said as he walked to the bathroom. I sighed and returned to the kitchen, I put the noodles on the plate and pour generous amount of sauce on it. I heard the bathroom door opened, and he went off still with dazed look. He unconsciously rubbed his arms again, he just wore his undershirt with his training pants. I brought my plate to the couch and throw a blanket on him. He put the blanket around his body, walk lazily to the couch, and sat beside me. He closed his eyes again and snuggled to me. "Hyung, eat your breakfast first", I said. He just shook his head and back to sleeping mode. He was doing his overtime last night and just got home at 3AM. I rolled some noodles to the fork and stick it on his lips. "Nnn", he just opened his eyes, figured out the noodles, and going back to sleep. "Hyung... eat first then you can go back to sleep", I said. "I don't want to", he said half asleep. "You must eat", I force another fork into his mouth again. He hadn't eat since yesterday morning I guess. "Ahh!", he unwillingly opened his mouth. "You will feed me this way?", he said with his annoyed face. "Yeah, I will... come on... open your mouth.... a plane will landiiing in Byunghunnie's moooouth", I swayed the fork right and left. He couldn't help but laugh at my attempt to feed him like a kid. "Don't you dare call me Byunghunnie agai~", I shove the fork full of noodle into his mouth. "Yah!", his mouth puffed, try to chewed all the noodles I packed into. "Hahahaha", I laugh at him. Usually in this kind of circumstances he will slapped my head, but this time he's doing nothing but lean hopelessly on the couch, welcoming my noodles, bite after bite. Sometimes I'm not sure whether I live together with a grown up hyung or a childish kid. “Hyung, this is the last bite”, I said as L.Joe-hyung opened his mouth, still with his half-opened eyes. “Tasted good… Nielie, you get bet
"Lee Byunghun... we run out of eggs!", I yelled at L.Joe-hyung who still on his bed, . He usually wakes up right away every time I called him by his name only. I put aside the pan where I cooked my spaghetti sauce in. Hh, I lost again today in making breakfast. I don't mind though, every time L.Joe-hyung made our breakfast it's only simple sandwiches. He's really useless. "BYUNGHUN-AHHHHH", I yelled once again as I walked into his bedroom. Technically, not HIS bedroom though, OUR bedroom, but he's so selfish that he won't let me sleep on it just once. "Yah, Byunghunnie!", I pull the pillow under his head and threw it to his face. That small figure finally show some reactions. He moaned once again and try to open his eyes. "Ahn Danieeeel!", he weakly throw the pillow back at me, he sat on the bed, focusing his eyes. "It's 8AM, hyung...", I said. "Huuummm", he stretched his arms and open the window. "Ahhh it's cold!", he yelled and closed it back. "Of course it's cold, it's November!", I laughed at him. Sometimes this hyung is so cluless about his own doings. He rubbed his shoulders rapidly. "Are you completely awake now?", I asked him. "Yeah... did you make spaghetti?", he sniffed around. "Yes I did, come on, let's eat... it will be cold soon", I said as I him to the living room. "I need to brush my teeth first", he said as he walked to the bathroom. I sighed and returned to the kitchen, I put the noodles on the plate and pour generous amount of sauce on it. I heard the bathroom door opened, and he went off still with dazed look. He unconsciously rubbed his arms again, he just wore his undershirt with his training pants. I brought my plate to the couch and throw a blanket on him. He put the blanket around his body, walk lazily to the couch, and sat beside me. He closed his eyes again and snuggled to me. "Hyung, eat your breakfast first", I said. He just shook his head and back to sleeping mode. He was doing his overtime last night and just got home at 3AM. I rolled some noodles to the fork and stick it on his lips. "Nnn", he just opened his eyes, figured out the noodles, and going back to sleep. "Hyung... eat first then you can go back to sleep", I said. "I don't want to", he said half asleep. "You must eat", I force another fork into his mouth again. He hadn't eat since yesterday morning I guess. "Ahh!", he unwillingly opened his mouth. "You will feed me this way?", he said with his annoyed face. "Yeah, I will... come on... open your mouth.... a plane will landiiing in Byunghunnie's moooouth", I swayed the fork right and left. He couldn't help but laugh at my attempt to feed him like a kid. "Don't you dare call me Byunghunnie agai~", I shove the fork full of noodle into his mouth. "Yah!", his mouth puffed, try to chewed all the noodles I packed into. "Hahahaha", I laugh at him. Usually in this kind of circumstances he will slapped my head, but this time he's doing nothing but lean hopelessly on the couch, welcoming my noodles, bite after bite. Sometimes I'm not sure whether I live together with a grown up hyung or a childish kid. “Hyung, this is the last bite”, I said as L.Joe-hyung opened his mouth, still with his half-opened eyes. “Tasted good… Nielie, you get bet
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