Skanda Bharti's POV
2:30 PM. The stupid clock blinks at me intimidatingly. For the past ten minutes I have been glancing at it every minute, hoping it would soon announce the end of the day so I can retreat to my warm and comfy bed and slip in a dreamland where no hot men with perfect bodies and perfect lips exist.
I hate Mondays. I know I share the feelings with a thick population whole over the world. It is the second mutual feeling besides admiring the BTS. (Gah! They are just too freaking cute) It's amazing how the two feelings are totally opposite of each other yet it is so relatable. Everyone hates Mondays, but today I have a very different and strong reason to despise it even further. My grumpiness with a spice of tiredness at top of it makes it unbearable.
The chaos from Santa
