All I Could Ask For

03

The bright rays of the sun could peer through the curtains. Jeno scrunched his nose as the sun's rays hit his face directly. He brought the duvet closer to his face and pulled it over her head in an attempt to block streak of sunlight. Not long after that, his phone alarmed. Jeno groaned in exasperation and quickly turned off the alarm. He threw his phone somewhere, he's too sleepy and too annoyed to care. Before going back to bed, he glanced at the digital clock that rested on the side table. 7:39 a.m. 

 Thirty minutes left. He whispers in the air. 

 Thirty. . . Forty. . . Fifty. . . 

 The twists on its handle were painfully irritable, it's excruciating. He wants to stand up and hit the person outside very hard in the face. He badly wants to but he's too lazy to do that. His prayers were finally answered. The noises outside ceased, now he could sleep in peace.

 Sixty. . . Seventy. . . 

 Jaemin gently turns the knob, gently pushing open the doors. He walks inside, closing the door behind him. He strides up to the sleeping figure, careful not to wake him up. He was three feet away and his foot gave him away when he stepped on a stuffed animal that lay across his path. He emits a surprised scream. 

 He picked up the bunny soft toy, rolled his eyes on it before tossing it across the room. He proceeds to stride closer. He's a foot away, he couldn't help but stare at the beauty before him. His lips were parted, snoring cutely. He couldn't help but smile. 

 The beauty before him was so unreal. His jet black hair compliments his pale complexion. His eyes were beautiful, his eyelashes were attractive. Jaemin thinks the mole underneath his eye was just as beautiful as his smile. He couldn't erase the smile on his face. He could sit there all day and stare at him. "Le-Na Jeno, you are cute." He mumbles.

 He took his phone out of his pocket and took a picture. What a great idiot he is. The flash was on, Jeno stirs from his slumber. Jaemin panics. How will he explain his presence? Running outside was certainly not an option. Jeno rubs his eyes, his vision still blurry. He remained motionless in his place. "Jaemin?" Jeno is still whispering, rubbing his eyes as he forced himself to sit. Jaemin stares at him blankly. 

'Your alarm was so loud. You shouldn't have set one up if you couldn't get up to turn it off. You should have considered the others too. Many also want to sleep in peace. I hope you have that in mind. "

 He scolds, glaring at him intensely. Jeno holds his breath and cannot maintain eye contact. His trembling in embarrassment. His gaze fixed on the floor. "S-sorry, I'll never do that again." He looks up at Jaemin's. It doesn't show anything, it scares him. Stare cold, causing chills in his spine. "Make sure you do it." Jaemin gave him one last glare before turning his back on him. Jaemin sighed in relief, the heartbeat setting its pace as guilt washed over him. He stopped abruptly, his hands resting on his chest.

 "Be in the dining room at 15, mom was waiting for you. Hurry." And he shuts the door tight.

 "Good morning Jeno!" Mrs. Na greeted. Eyes fixed on the television. "Good Morning too." He pulled up the chair and sat down. "Good morning uncle." Mr. Na nods affirmatively and sips his coffee.