Monologue Loud Club Music
I woke up to something that sounded like club music. Loud club music.
"Aisshh!" I groaned, turning my head in the direction of the noise, that of which was now beginning to form words that my groggy, half-asleep mind could understand. On the nightstand that sat between Namjoon's bed and mine was a slim black cell phone pumping out the lyrics to NCT 127's "Fire Truck."
"Hands up if you feelin' the vibe now."
I groaned loudly, wanting to cover my head with my pillow in an effort to block out the sound. But, instead, because the preferred option took too much effort, I continued to stare at the offensive object before turning my eyes down onto the sweating male laying on his back on the floor in front of the nightstand. I felt myself scowl and heard him laugh. The true perpetrator.
"Goodmorning, Hyung!" Namjoon beamed up at me as he pulled himself up from a crunch, and then laid back down, before repeating the motion. Everytime he came up his mouth was still turned up in a smile, showing off his dimples. How many times had I told him to not work out so early in the morning? Or at least to use headphones? And not to smile so early! It's like 8! In the fucking morning!
"WHA-WHA-WHA-WHAT?
Fire truck."
I groaned in response and turned away from him, …show more content…
Turning away he padded into the kitchen, putting the empty cup in the sink. I watched as my friend lingered at the sink for a bit, looking down into it's chrome basin as if he was thinking hard about something, brows furrowing. I began to to worry about the kid. What was he thinking about? But I couldn't look at him much longer to search for hints, because damn if that kitchen light wasn't bright, and my headache just wasn't feeling it. I closed my eyes again, rubbing at my temples slowly, a bit relieved when I heard the pads of his feet walking back towards me, returning to his original position of doing
"Aisshh!" I groaned, turning my head in the direction of the noise, that of which was now beginning to form words that my groggy, half-asleep mind could understand. On the nightstand that sat between Namjoon's bed and mine was a slim black cell phone pumping out the lyrics to NCT 127's "Fire Truck."
"Hands up if you feelin' the vibe now."
I groaned loudly, wanting to cover my head with my pillow in an effort to block out the sound. But, instead, because the preferred option took too much effort, I continued to stare at the offensive object before turning my eyes down onto the sweating male laying on his back on the floor in front of the nightstand. I felt myself scowl and heard him laugh. The true perpetrator.
"Goodmorning, Hyung!" Namjoon beamed up at me as he pulled himself up from a crunch, and then laid back down, before repeating the motion. Everytime he came up his mouth was still turned up in a smile, showing off his dimples. How many times had I told him to not work out so early in the morning? Or at least to use headphones? And not to smile so early! It's like 8! In the fucking morning!
"WHA-WHA-WHA-WHAT?
Fire truck."
I groaned in response and turned away from him, …show more content…
Turning away he padded into the kitchen, putting the empty cup in the sink. I watched as my friend lingered at the sink for a bit, looking down into it's chrome basin as if he was thinking hard about something, brows furrowing. I began to to worry about the kid. What was he thinking about? But I couldn't look at him much longer to search for hints, because damn if that kitchen light wasn't bright, and my headache just wasn't feeling it. I closed my eyes again, rubbing at my temples slowly, a bit relieved when I heard the pads of his feet walking back towards me, returning to his original position of doing