Not so long ago, in a place not so far away either… probably, a young man at the age where one’s testosterone could lead to disastrous events when used improperly got himself in a different sort of mess. A mess that might as well have happened in his dreams and probably just did.

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“Poor little thing, he just wanted to comfort you,” someone had said over Heechul’s shoulder that made him jump, slip on one of his dirty clothes scattered on the floor and hit his hard when he did fall. The strange brunette laughed merrily, circling in mid-air as if just his presence wasn’t mind-boggling enough for Heechul.

“Who the heck are you? I’m going to call the police if you’re not going to leave.”

“And tell them what, that there’s a floating person in your room? Puh-lease, I’d be gone before you’d even connect to their line,” The person said with a nonchalant wave of his hand as he sits one leg crossed over the other at the edge of Heechul’s bed. “Anyway, I’m here to impose a punishment on you.”

“A punishment for what?”

“For making your poor little brother cry,” the person stated, “Would be an understatement.” And with a snap of his fingers Heechul felt something strange happening to his body. He felt dizzy, and his bedroom was spinning around him, he thought he was falling or was it everything has grown bigger and had lost its color?