30 minutes have past, still no sign of that precious little brown head or anything from his two idiots.

They must’ve been too far in, he couldn’t get a signal.

Chanyeol has been sitting there for about half an hour already. He even found a new friend, Myungho. Myunghoo? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t really paying attention while the latter babbled through the night. He would only glance one in a while to look at the pictures he was showing him to see if his new friend caught at least one shot of him.

He excused himself from what’s-his-name and his presence to walk around. He actually had a hard time standing up. He assumed somewhere around that time his fell asleep. Actually, that was his longest streak of minutes sitting down. He should be fidgeting, too. Sometimes even, he shoots out of his usual seat in front of his computer in his bedroom and wonder how he got into the kitchen.  

People around him tell him things like “do you ever sit down?”, “where’s the off button on this thing?”, and occasionally when he gets hold of a box of sugary sweets: “help”. On crack, they call it. He was hyper like that; he himself wonders why he’s never been diagnosed for ADHD. And this little habit of his followed him until work.

The sound of the door creaking open and many feet scurrying to its source pushed him of his train of thoughts. Chanyeol found himself in the same state as the other people he was with outside the theatre, feet and hands reacting to their stimuli. He was already in his photo ninja stance when he realized what emerged from the confines of said theatre wasn’t what he was expecting, unless his target turned into a white bedazzled poodle.

It came trotting to Chanyeol, tail wagging and tongue sticking out. Chanyeol scrutinized the cute fluff ball, questioning its existence. It looked so familiar… and then it hit him.

This was Monggu, Kai’s dog.

He was smiling like crazy, pressing his fist to his lips trying to stifle his own laughter. He didn’t care if he looked so out-of-place in a scene with depressed companions or if those policemen from a while ago come back and file him with unauthorized expression of joy.

The only thing he cared about was the fact that in this sea of disappointment, he was the only one who knew what this meant.

A/N: My apologies on the short update. I'll try to update more frequently, I promise. And the confusing sentence structures, I'll try to change that. Would you mind the wait?

Say hi to Monggu~^_^