You're laying by yourself. Your room silent as you stare at the roof daydreaming.

You’re supposed to be sleeping but your mind was racing with different thoughts that kept you wide awake.

Suddenly the door peeps open and a figure slips through. “Wi ha joon?” You whisper.

Wi ha joon is your brothers best friend, also your frenemy.

You don’t get along unless you’re supposed to be sleeping. Meaning you help with his insomnia.

But this morning you got into a little argument. And as you both argued the heat took over as he shouted he didn’t need you anymore.

Obviously that was a lie since you soon felt the bed dip.

Wi ha joon’s arms wrap around you tightly as if making sure you wouldn’t run away.

“I thought you said you didn’t need me.” You said with a mocking tone.

He lied his face in your chest and spoke. “…Just shut up and let me hold you princess…”

His body began to relax and he soon drifted off to sleep.

God, he’s such a baby… but he’s your baby…