“WHAT THE HELL?”

          A curt man’s voice makes Minseok jumps slightly, eyes narrowing in the middle of thick fog, trying to search where the voice coming from. Before he can realize, a shadow is running towards him and pushes him down.

          “YOU!! HOW DARE YOU TO THROW ME OFF?!”

          Minseok blinks. The last time he remembered, he throws off a glass, not a person, especially a very cute person standing in front him right now. But seeing this person all wet drenched makes Minseok unsure he was only throwing a glass.

“I am dreaming, aren’t I?”

A slap in the left cheek followed by a pain which still lingers for six seconds long obviously isn’t dream, Minseok frowns.