Dongwoonpov/

I lay on my bed listening to all of them begging Sunhee to sleep with them and all along I didn’t even hear her voice.
Didn’t she care or something?
What if my hyungs her? Tch.
I continued listening and she ended up sleeping on the couch.
What the hell was that?
What a waste of time.

I was actually pretty hungry but I decide that I should just probably go eat tomorrow since I’m too lazy to get downstairs.
The thing is, when I’m hungry, I can’t sleep.
I’m just like that.

So I ended up listening to my stomach playing growling music in hopes that I could fall asleep.
Then I heard sniffling.
From where though, that I wasn’t sure of.
So I leaned closer to the walls that seem to sound like they were crying.
True enough, I even heard muffled words.
Something like cursings but I don’t know in what language it was.

The room beside me belongs to Doojoon-hyung, right?
Hasn’t he got over that Sunhee girl?
Ah, I should’ve known that this Sunhee that I brought back was trouble.
Poor Doojoon-hyung.

Sunheepov/

I woke up the next day around 8am which was kind of late for me since I was used to waking up at 6 or somewhere there.
The house looked like it did when the lights go off.
I guess the guys are all still sleeping then.
Ofcourse they are, guys can sleep till the next day and not know it.

” Get out. Now. ”

I heard someone said.
A voice I learnt to remember now, Dongwoon’s.
I looked towards his direction and he was drinking water and not even looking at me.
How polite to talk at someone and not look at them.

” Can’t I stay? I’ll clean this place or something in return. Please? ”

I begged him.
Ah, whatever.
I don’t even care if I look like some homeless shamless .
I’ll do anything to NOT go back home where the chances of me getting again is 99%.

” I can’t believe I brought a hobo here. ”

He breathed furiously.
Instead of listening to more of my suggestions/excuses, he pulled me out the door and violently placed me on his bike.
Looking at his eyes, I don’t even dare to speak to him.
He looked angry enough to throw a missile back at the world.
What? Do I really make him that angry? Dang.

He sped his way back to the place he found me yesterday.
And pushed/shoved me onto the roads with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes and scoffed at me saying that he don’t ever want to see my hobo face anymore.

” Yah! ”

I managed to yell at him.
But when he turn to look at me, with those damn piercing/gorgeous eyes, I forgot what I had to say.

” Have a safe trip back. Thankyou. ”
I said in the end.
I fail at this kind of stuff.
I seriously can’t argue with people, can I?
Tch. I guess I’ve got no where to go now except home.
Let’s just hope he won’t me anymore.
I’m far too tired and my body’s still aching from yesterday’s beatings.

It’s clichè how I always find my way back home.
Home? More like hell.
Isn’t home a place where one stays with a loved one, a place they always wanna be at.
Then for sure this isn’t a home then.
Then hell it is.