Careless, careless. Shoot anonymous, anonymous.

A mug of tea is upset from its perch on a stack of books on the ground and topples to the carpet, shriveled tea leaves spilling over the off-white texture of it. The stack of books is the next to fall, and pages of Hemingway kiss a dirty sock nearby.

Heartless, mindless. No one who care about me.

“Turn it off,” comes a moan from the other side of the bed.

“I’m trying,” the boy nearest the vibrating phone replies, knocking over a cup of pencils as he s around blindly.

“Try harder,” the other boy says, turning over.

Finally the alarm stops and peace returns to the bedroom. The boy who turned off the alarm stretches before settling back into the bed. Then he turns over and whispers into the other boy’s ear.

“Five minutes longer, Sehun-ah. And I mean it this time.”

The boy named Sehun grins and opens his sleepy eyes just a crack, so combined with his tousled hair and sleep-flushed neck he looks freshly ravished.

“You say that every morning, hyung.”

A/N: Sorry for the lateness/rushedness of this one; I literally had thirty minutes of downtime today but it is a thirty day challenge, so I just wrote.