Dongwoon P.O.V

                Slowly, I closed the door without a sound. Inside, I pray hard, Hope hyungs won’t mad at me. I turned my back, and I know it was a big mistake to interfere while they’re asleep. They sat down impatiently, with their curious look, waiting for my explanation.  

                “Err--,” my sweat stream down my face, as I sat down a metre away from them. “Listen, this is not like what you all think, she is--,”

                “I was having a dream of IU!” Yoseop cut me off, grunting.

                “And I dreamt of me being AJ back, dancing on stage.” Kikwang complain too.

                “I won a tiket...”, “...everthing was perfect...”, “I don’t always dream like this...”, BLA BLA BLA. Their complains went on and on. For a brief moment, it was chaos. Their voice roared up the apartment, scolding and pointing at me. Gosh. Why can’t they listen to me first -.-

                “Settle down!” I cried, glared at them. They stop their complains, and looked at me, shocked. Ohhkaayy. That’s help.

                “Why don’t you guys listen to me?” I grunted back, “She is my sister. Okay? My step-mother’s daughter.”

                “Eiihhh... why don’t you say out earlier.” Yoseop whined. I was going to say it, until you cut me off =.=” I grunted inside.

                “Your sister? Why don’t we know about that?” Hyunseng asked with a confuse look.

                “Hah. I don’t too. Not until first Tuesday.” I mumbled.

                There’s a long silent, when Junhyung snores break the silent. He was asleep on the computer chair. ZZzzz...

                “Ahh--,” Kikwang stood up, “—I’m going back to sleep.” Pulling back his blanket towards the bedroom.

                “Me too,” Hyunseng stood up, followed by Yoseop. Leaving Junhyung slumbering on the chair, with uncomfortable position.