It's the strangest feeling. It should be creepy. But Donghae isn't creeped out.

Because it didn't feel... sinister. He doesn't know how to explain it.

He can't share it with anyone. They'll say he was dreaming. Having a wet dream. They'll say he watched something scary. Brought someone home. Drunk. Forgot about it. That was just the person's goodbye.

Or they might worry. Might say... someone snuck into his place.

But no. His place is secure. Everything's locked. Nothing's stolen. Donghae wasn't dreaming. Wasn't drunk. Wasn't thinking of anyone. He wasn't watching anything. Wasn't doing anything before.

He was just... sleeping.

He stares at the mannequin Leeteuk brought him. Walks closer. Touches its pale fiberglass skin. It's smooth. Luminous. Reminds Donghae of the moon. It has soft... dark black hair. Closed eyelids. Straight sharp nose. It's got a cute round end. His lips are full and pouty.

Donghae runs a thumb over them. He leans forward. Kisses the hard unmoving lips.

Still...

They feel familiar.

Is he going crazy?

^{Other completed fics (shortest to longest):
Just for You} 

^{Stupid Love
Take it Slow
Red Sunrise
My Hot Babe
Deceit
Mannequin
Livin' In
Fairy Dust}