She was folding a t-shirt in her bedroom when she saw him standing in the doorstep, wearing his usual smirk. She didn't stop, but smiled instead.

"Are you home already?"

"Where else could I go?" He answered, his sunglasses still on the bridge of his nose, his gray jacket still on. 

And she continued folding their clothes and placing them inside this small closet. What was surprising about the bedroom was the actual size of the room: no one would have ever guessed that it was a room for two and not for one, for that girl who used to be the freak among the beauties.

"Junhyung?" She called, walking out of the bedroom in the semi-dark hall that separated the bedroom from the kitchen and living-room.

"Oh boy! You're so clumsy! That's the second tine you drop the bottle!" A husky and rusty voice scolded from the living-room, drawing the young woman inside the room.

"What can I do, granny, my fingers are for holding mics not eye-drops bottles!" Junhyung sighed, picking up the white and small bottle from the floor, not caring that his sun-glasses fell on the carpet, slipping down from his nose.

The young woman smiled and approached them. "I'll do it. You should rest, Junhyung," her voice made him look to her as if she was salvation itself rushing towards him. But even so, even if the dark circles were giving away his tired body, he didn't move from the edge of the couch where the grandma was lying, waiting for the eye-drops to be swallowed by her sick eye. No, instead he pulled the young woman in his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his right cheek on her back.

She just smiled and, half turned around, she placed one hand around his neck, pulling him to her chest in an embrace only for him, only for her husband and lover. She missed him terribly, but she was afraid to admit it. But the room filled with his perfume gave her strength to give voice to her own heart:

"Junhyung?" She whispered, her chin resting on top of his brownish hair.

"Hmmm?" Her voice was his most treasured lullaby.

"I love you."

O.o okayyyyyy... so, this is what I dreamt. For real! I mean, I woke up half an hour ago and I immediately my PC to put this down here. 

I don't know why I dreamt Junhyung of Beast, alright? My grandma, the one that appears in the dream as well, while I was taking care of her eye-drops this morning, told me that the guy is thinking of me. And I was like "Yeah, right! If only..." Meh, I don't understand... and plus, I usually dream black and white and mostly about things that happen during the night. But this one had so many vibrant colours and not to mention, Junhyung's perfume was filling the air >.<

I don't know why I dreamt about him: I didn't think of him last evening, I didn't read articles about Beast. Heck, I didn't even listen to their music! I actually listened to MBLAQ all evening O.o

*sigh* Anyway, it was way too realistic for me! And trust me, I would always prefer to dream about Seung Ho... if you know what I mean *giggles*