L.J woke up to the noise of the kettle rumbling on the marble counter downstairs. She rolled onto her back in her bed, the covers twisting around her body like a cocoon, and she struggled to get out of bed as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, a yawn escaping her mouth. She looked over at the digital alarm clock on her night stand and frowned when she saw that it was already ten in the afternoon on a Saturday. She was surprised that the guys haven't rushed into her home to wake her up yet, and she wondered if they were currently doing something without her. She started making her way downstairs and she heard the kettle's boiling water come to a stop as she peeked around the corner, and she saw her dad in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Well he was trying to cook breakfast, but he kept burning hims
