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in which it's misun's 22nd birthday and the boys have her special day planned out for her.
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"WAKE UP!!" Chan yelled as soon as he kicked Misun's bedroom door open. It was 7:30 in the morning, the morning of Misun's birthday, and the birthday girl was still sleep. "WAKE UP, BIRTHDAY GIRL!! YOU'RE TURNING THE BIG 22! TIME TO PARTY!"
Misun's eyes shot open as she watched him practically dance his way over to her bed, singing happy birthday to you on the way. Throughout his whole show, she glared daggers into his head. Misun was not a morning person at all.
And she as about this close to throwing one of her pointed heels at him. Anything to get him to leave her room. But even that wouldn't help.
"Happy birthday to youuuu~!" Chan ended his show dramatically, laying his entire body on top of hers. His arms out and everything. "Okay, I'm done. But seriously, get up. We're celebrating your birthday and we got you a cake."
"Ughhh!" She groaned, shoving him off of her. "Oppa, you're too loud."
Misun sighed, raising herself from her pillows. Her hair was wild and she was frowning at nothing. She really hated waking up early. In fact, she wasn't all the way awake. Just a sleepy zombie, really.
"Come on, babygirl," Chan chuckled out, tossing her blanket off of her legs. "Up you go!"
He snaked one arm underneath her knees and the other around her waist, lifting her up into his arms as if she was a toddler. Misun took the opportunity to circle her arms around his neck and sleep on his shoulder.
"Awww," he cooed, walking out of her room carefully. "I don't care how old you get, you're still my baby,"
"Hmmm." She hummed in her sleep, barely acknowledging him.
