A Boy Named Kookie

Pizza Confessions

As consciousness begins to awaken my mind I feel a warmth engulfing my right side. Yoongi isn't usually so warm, but not one to complain I snuggle closer. The warmth grunts and uses their grip around my waist to pull me closer. Drowsiness seems to seep back in and I succumb to the losing battle. However, a whispered, "Eomma," begins to break the trance of sleep. Again a quiet, but adamant whisper sounds above me. "Eomma, wake up!" I finally force my eyelids to open and before me stands a very fluffy looking Yoongi. Upon seeing the boy standing before me and not the warm person I cling to, gives me the final push to become fully alert. I try to break the embrace but the grip is not about to lessen. I flap around trying push away enough to see just who I am cuddled up against. A very asleep Namjoon greets my gaze. His mouth hangs open and breathy snores puff past his lips.

"Yoongi-ya, what time is it?" The younger boy simply shrugs and I frown. Assuming I am alone in escaping, I begin to jab at the professor boy with my elbow. After six jabs and a firm push, Namjoon's eyes begin to flutter open. "Joon-ah, wake up! You are crushing me." I must have finally gotten to him because he quickly retracts his arm and struggles to sit up. Suddenly lacking the source of warmth I realize we must have lost the blanket bunched at our feet sometime in the night because a shiver racks my frame.

I try to remember just how we got to this point. We ate dinner and washed the dishes, but then Yoongi wanted to watch a movie so we settled into the living room. It must have been us tired from the day that led to everyone falling asleep in such awkward places. Sleeping on the couch is not a common trait of mine, and since when did Yoongi become inseparable from the playpen? Namjoon sits up and rakes his hand across his face and through his hair. It seems both of us are having trouble joining the waking world. I direct my gaze to Yoongi who has the sizable bunny stuffie clutched to his chest and just stands looking at us lost.

Before I can reach out to Yoongi, Namjoon jumps to his feet with a gasp. He looks around and stumbles towards his phone balanced on the kitchen bar. "Oh no, no....no," he paces a moment before stalking towards Yoongi and I's shocked forms. "Jin hyung, class starts in 10 minutes. I can't be late and today is the Midterm for you guys. Professor Heo is going to kill me. I am supposed to lecture for a freshman class today as well!" The usually calm man seems to freak out. His long fingers tear at his pale pink locks and panic descends across his features. My heart drops at the implications of his words, but being the eldest I try to swallow my own dismay.

"Joon-ah, it's going to be okay. It is my fault for you not being ready for classes today. I asked you to stay last night. I'm sure Mrs. Heo will understand one slip up, she adores you. I can ring up a taxi to get us to the campus quickly, and if it makes you feel better I will explain to the professor about everything." My soft tone and stern eye contact drive the panicky mess from his expression and he slumps his shoulders in relief. Yoongi seeing as this was almost a panic attack had sidled up behind me and looks at him with his curious kitten eyes. "Yoongi-ya, can you get my phone and then quickly dress for class. I believe we are due for an exam." As the words leave my lips the apartment flurries into action. Namjoon tries to gather his strewn about belongings, Yoongi shuffles off to put on big Yoongi clothes, and I begin to make coffee as I look up the taxi service number.

Our crew is nearing completion when three different sounds of notifications ring between our startled party. Each boy reaches for his phone to see what caused such a commotion. "Eomma, it says class is canceled." Yoongi's deep raspy voice is the first to break the silence. Simultaneously the tension shatters and laughter fills the apartment. "Does the mean we can get pizza instead!" The excited shrill of Yoongi makes me realize just how hungry I am. Looking at Namjoon it appears the same realization has dawned on him. It seems the Kim-Min household needs to introduce the pizza tradition of canceled classes to studious Mr. Kim.