-Kyungsoo-

~Beep, Beep, Beep~

I awoke with a dull pain underlying the numbness in my right arm.

I need to stop over working myself.

I let out a drowsy sigh, rolling over to grab my cellphone that was currently blasting annoying sounds. When I finally opened my eyes, my blurry vision was too untrustworthy for me to tell what time it was. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, slowly trying to pull them shut and me back to my peaceful slumber. Groggily fighting back the urge, I sat up from the couch as the tender muscles in my arm tensed in protest, and turned the alarm off.

Studying the bright screen on the mobile with squinting eyes, I noticed I had a missed phone call. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and letting out a yawn, I checked my call log.

Oh crap.

The Chief had called at 5:42 a.m. Looking at the top corner of my phone, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw the innocent numbers that seemed to mock me as they changed, it was 6 right now. All traces of sleep immediately evaporated from my body and mind.

I should call him back.

My fingers were a step faster than my brain because before I knew it, the fast beat dial-tone that seemed to match my heartbeat, was already ringing in my ears. My mind quickly started planning out what to say, how the tone of my voice should sound, whether or not to blame myself or the phone for not ringing loud enough.

No Kyungsoo take some damn responsibility for your actions.

I let out sigh and brought my hand up to my forehead and combed back the black locks that fell into my vision. My hand froze midway when the familiar sound of a breathing rolled into my ears. My hand quickly flew out of my hair and back to my forehead to salute.

“Good morning chief Kris sir.” I croaked into the receiver, and quickly dropping my hand into my lap, realizing that he could not see me, and ignoring the rise of temperature in my cheeks. “I'm sorry for not answering your call earlier. I had a long night and –”

“Kyungsoo,” He spoke, his voice already laced with irritation. “Instead of running your mouth, run your down here to my office, now.”

“Yes, sorry for blabbering sir.” I blurted out as my shoulders tensed up, looking straight at the wall in front of me.

“Well?” He barked out.

“'Well' what sir?” I hesitantly asked.

“Why are you still talking? Are you already at my office door?”

“I-”

“If so then please do come in.”

“No sir, I'm-” I was cut off again before I could fully explain.

“Then hang up the damn phone and get your down here.” He growled.

The line went dead and so did my hopes of having a nice Monday.