At midnight, TaeNy tiptoed across Donghae’s bedroom just before the alarm went off. Before the two could find a place to hide, Donghae woke up and spotted Taeyeon.

            “You again?!” He then got out of bed. Before he could say anything else, Tae was on the ground laughing. “What the heck is wrong with you?!” When Tae only pointed at him during her laughing fit, he looked down to find himself wearing only his favorite purple ducky boxers with matching socks. His face immediately turned as red as a tomato.

            Tae finally got up and calmed down. “Nice PJ’s, dude. Yeah – you’re really tough.” Taeyeon smirked at her sarcastic-filled comment. This really got Donghae mad.

            “Enough!” He then pulled out a gun. Taeyeon’s eyes widened. “I told you that you should’ve stayed at home, little girl! But now that you’re here, at least you won’t be late.” Donghae sneered. But at the last sentence, he smirked and chuckled. This made Tae anxious.

            “L-late for w-what?” Taeyeon stammered.

            “Your funeral.” Donghae was getting ready to fire.