It was almost 8:30AM when Kibum woke up from his short morning nap, already feeling better than before. He looked at his watch and calculated how long he had slept; surprisingly, only an hour and half were enough to make it up for the sleepless night. Or at least that was what he wanted to believe; deep down he just knew that the real reason of him being this energized was the small talk he had with Jonghyun before falling asleep.

      Key foolishly smiled to himself just by thinking about his hyung’s embarrassed face as he slammed the door and walked out. His smile grew wider when he got out of the bed, heading to the kitchen. Silly guy, he thought, I bet he won’t be able to make anything right without me.

      What stopped him from going in and shoo Jonghyun away from his kitchen though, was the conversation he heard behind the door.

“Aishh, anyway… Why are you so happy this early, hyung?” Minho asked, obviously annoyed by Jonghyun’s morning excitement. “Did you had another wet dream or something?!”

      Jonghyun instantly stopped washing the rice he was preparing to cook and threw a shocked glance at him.

“AM I THAT OBVIOUS?!” he asked in a high-pitched tone, turning to Minho. “How did you know that?!”

“It’s written all over your face.” he answered, taking a sip from his morning coffee. “You and your sick superstitions…”

“This one was a really good one, though… It kept me going for a long time after I woke-”

“OH PLEASE DON’T! I don’t wanna hear any of it!” Minho snapped, wrinkling his forehead. “What kind of person would take his wet dreams as a sign from above?!”

“You know that it works. You know I’m right. You’re just jealous because you don’t have my ability.”

“That’s bull, hyung…”

“It is not and you know it! Remember the first time I had a dream like this? I told you the next morning and fifteen minutes later the boss came to tell us that we’ll finally debut!”

“That was just a-”

“Coincidence? Then how about our first win? Or my noona’s new job? Or everything good you can remember- I always had this kind of dreams the night before! I’m telling you, I can’t explain it, but I bet something very, VERY GOOD will happen to me today!”

“Whatever you say, hyung…” Minho sighed, taking another sip of his coffee. “So, was it interesting?”

“The best one I ever had, actually! I’m having big expectations for this one! Wanna hear a little bit about it?...”

     Key’s heart squeezed for the second time this morning. Sadly, this time he didn’t feel the fuzzy feeling that came along before. Now he felt more like someone squeezing his heart so hard that it was about to explode. Angry and hurt, Kibum just went back to his room and threw himself on his bed again.

      Kibum hated them. Those dreams, those damn pleasurable dreams of his!

      He simply detested the way he talked about them: Jonghyun always described each one with every possible detail as exiting as he could; his eyes, his gestures, his body language were more than enough for Kibum to imagine him with those fictional girls from his sleep and he simply H-A-T-E-D that.

      And especially the way he worshiped those nasty dreams! Jonghyun would become the king of annoyment when he’d start babbling about how lucky he is to have such “abilities” that help him predict the future… GOD, how childish could this guy be?! Frustrated, Key his bed and sighed, already feeling miserable, knowing that today he'd have to bear Jonghyun's stupidity once again.

      Why did he fall in love with this idiot again?- He was dumb, erted (well, just sometimes… but still!), SH