The phone buzzing by my head drags me out of my deep slumber, and I reach out groggily, feeling along the smooth surface to capture my vibrating device. It's like a hammering drill on my skull, and my eyes are glued shut. I'm so tired and muggy-headed, and I slide it towards me, peeling one eye open to check if it's an alarm, and see Yoonah's name on the screen. Pulsing at me in demand. I swipe it to answer, haul it under the duvet with me, and press it to my ear so I can close my eyes back in my safe, warm, cozy bubble. Jyeon's hot body pressed...