12:10 a.m.

Eunhyuk glances nervously (again) at the glowing arms of the pale pink strawberry-shaped clock on his wall.

It’s time.

12:10 a.m.

Donghae shakes the exhaustion out of his eyes, forcing his eyes to stay open for just another moment despite the overwhelming lure of sleep takes over. He’s waiting, and everything is happening behind schedule- as always. Stealing yet another glance at the electronic clock he had on his bedside, he mutters to himself;

It’s time. 

12:10 a.m.

It’s dark, but after six years of creeping through darkened dorm corridors, Kyuhyun knows his way around. He knows every nook and cranny; where Shindong ‘hyung’ (that despicable word!) would hide his stash of sweets, where Sungmin ‘hyung’ would make out with his assortment of girls, where Ryeowook hyung would practice his singing voice; which was good (and then attempt to practice his dancing; which was not).

There it is. The soundproof rehearsal studio, with the door left open.

Headphones - check. Blanket - check. Popcorn - check. Camera - chec

Insufferable charm and looks - triple check.

It’s time.

pomegranates can talk!

Here’s our first fic...and...and the awkwardest author’s note to go with it. This is a oneshot! , so don’t be disappointed later when you see a chapter of horrible writing and the final mark on it. We warned you. Rated if you think kissing should be banned. Enjoy.