Crack!fic 2
So.. this was my dream? Hahaha. It was so very weird. @.@
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I have no idea what I'm doing in this house of very abnormal band members.
The smell of fresh sausage and eggs wafts through the apartment.
The eldest hyung, with hair polished and black, is holding a red spatula with one hand and a pan with the other. He and the shorter man beside him are facing the stove busily discussing the breakfast they're preparing together. The younger one is wearing an extremely pink and frilly apron along with matching ginormous oven mitts.
Yunho sneaks into the kitchen with a home digital camera in his left hand and a purple barbell in his right. He tries sneaking up to the two chefs, but they know he's there before he even comes close. Actually, they know the camera is there. Jaejoong and Key turn just their faces back towards the camera, letting it capture their broad shoulders, swept hair and unbelievably charming eyes. White sparkles twinkle and fall around their faces, adding to their surreally charismatic auras.
Behind him, the leader hears rapping and beat-boxing. Hyukjae and Junsu are sitting on the wooden stools, half a grapefruit on each of the plates in front of them, absorbed in their musical activity. Junsu is beat-boxing wildly, spit flying everywhere and Hyukjae is rapping like a maniac and interrupts himself every once in a while with an "Amigo!"
Hey ya I didn't know you could du ri choo cha ONE HAY!
Not like you could pull a birthday ya ya.. ONE WAY!
Eventually they're standing and doing the robot dance with their stiff forearms.
I am seated at the table with Changmin on one end, slicing bananas into his pot of cereal. Jonghyun is buttering his toast in front of me. Suddenly Yesung and Minho come into the room and tell us all something so funny about the other boys getting stuck in the laundry machine that I begin to cry tears of laughter.
I'm afraid my make-up will smudge but my hands come up automatically to wipe the shiny streams from my cheeks anyway. As I get up, I look at Jonghyun in front of me. His head is down but he looks perfect - pointy nose, smooth skin, soft lips and framed hair. He looks up and I ask him, "Do I look okay?" knowing that I don't because I feel like a mess.
His eyes look straight into mine and he replies, "Like crystals."
"What?" I think: do I look that awful that he's suddenly gone delusional and speaking crack? Oh gosh, how embarrassing. I quickly get up, preparing to leave.
His stare is at once soft and piercing. "No, I mean your eyes; they're like crystals."
And then it is at this point that my heart jumps up to my throat and almost chokes me while a blush is swiftly colouring my cheeks. I run off to my room to try to calm myself down. These adorable, hot boys will be the death of me some day soon.
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*sigh* Lol. You have no idea how surprised I was when I had this dream. I rarely see the boys so vividly like this in my sleep. Hahhaahhaa. And it was all from watching some random Jonghyun fancam. I never saw how hot he was before. T-T Now I know what it feels to be a pedophilic noona! *cries~*