The morning sun poked through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta against Seo-jun. He opened one eye, then the other, and immediately regretted it. His body screamed at him. Legs shaky. Chest sore. Nipples apparently angry. "Ouch… my life… why does everything hurt?!" he groaned, dragging himself upright.
He rubbed his head, hair sticking up like he'd been electrocuted overnight. Great. Just great. Today was going to be terrible, he could feel it in his bones.
Then — BAM! The door swung open like a cannon.
"Ahhh!!" Seo-jun nearly fell off the bed, flailing like an idiot. Grandpa Ji-eun stood there, calm as ever, holding a folder and looking way too interested in Seo-jun's chest.
"No! Grandpa! Stop! Don't—don't look! I'm… I'm…" Seo-jun yelled, grabbing the blanket like it was a magic shield. His face was red, redder than a tomato on fire. "What are you doing just standing there??"
