hwarang imagines [화랑]

baby sister ; han sung

'Brother!', you whispered.

Han Sung was fast asleep while you were already up and starving.

'Why is he cuter than me when he sleeps?', you smacked your lips, 'Hey! Brother!', you got a bit louder.

He still wasn't budging.

'BROTHER!', you screamed and slapped his cheek.

Surprisingly, he only groaned and stayed asleep.

'I didn't want to have to do this.', you sighed.

You left and came back into his room with a bucket of cold water.

'I'm sorry, Han Sung.'

You splashed the freezing water on him which caused him to jump out of sleep.

'AH! THAT'S COLD!', he stood up.

He looked over and saw you standing there with the bucket.

'Why would you do this?', he whined, 'Why would you do this to your older brother?'

'I'm hungry...'

'Why didn't you just ask me to wake up?', he sighed.

'I tried waking you up plenty of times before. You sleep too heavy. Anyway, you're up now. Make me some breakfast, please.'

'Only because I love you.', he smiled.

'Take off your clothes. I'll go hang them.', you began leaving his room.

'She's a handful, but I treasure my baby sister.'

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While you were hanging Han Sung's clothes, he was busy preparing something to eat for you two.

'What are you doing?', asked your half-brother.

'Hanging Han Sung's clothes.'

'Why?', he frowned.

'I poured water on them to wake him up because I was hungry.'

'Why didn't you just cook for yourself, Y/N?'

'He cooks better than I do.'