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“This is taking forever,” Xiumin complained, carrying a huge bucket filled with old clothes.  He huffed, and let the bucket fall to the floor in a slam. 

Onew gasped and threw the piece of cardboard in his hand at the nearest thing to him.  Which was Taemin.

“Hyung!” Taemin complained, rubbing his hand on the stop where Onew threw the piece of cardboard.

“Guys!  I think we cleared out the room!” D.O. exclaimed, lugging out the last container of junk.

“Yay!” Xiumin jumped up and danced in a funny circle. 

“Hyung, you are one weird person,” Taemin laughed, while Xiumin continued to dance.

“I’m not weird!” Xiumin protested.  “You’re just jelly that you can’t dance like me!”

“Really?  I think I can dance better than you…SHINee’s dancing machine right here!” Taemin boasted, smiling.

“Taemin, you can’t talk to your hyung like that,” Minho scolded him.

“But Minho…” Taemin whined.  Minho shot him a glare, and he shut up right away.

“Yes!  The room is clean!  We can start painting now!” Lu Han squealed, holding a can of cerulean, light blue paint. 

“Let’s paint!” Sehun grabbed a brush and started painting.

“Wait!  Pabo!” Suho cried, before grabbing their paint brushes from their hands.  “You need to put newspaper on the floor so the carpet won’t get paint on it.”

“Oh!  I see!” Sehun smiled childishly.  Chanyeol grabbed a handful of newspa