How bothersome

Early in the morning, the bright sun hung in the sky with white clouds slowly moving along in the distance, and Sebastian was asleep in his bed.

His eyes were closed and peaceful, with a rare soft innocence on his face and the thick blankets wrapped around his upper waist. Tanned olive skin can be seen in the morning, and Sebastian opened his eyes.

He pushed back the blankets and looked at his phone, which was suddenly ringing. He answered the phone without looking at the name on the screen and said lazily, "Hello."

Sebastian moved the phone away from his ears as he heard a bellow through his eardrum, "Son, where are you? I haven't heard from you, and your mother is worried sick about you."

Sebastian recognized the voice, and he sat up to lean against the headboard and said calmly, "I'm fine. Where is she? Let me speak to her."

He said, "She's in her room sleeping, but I'm starting to get more worried about her."