The young woman stood a distance away from the open garage in front of her. Should I really do this…? She thought, but her friend’s words, once again, aded her mind.

“Look, I know you’re not really one to ask for help…but maybe you should just this once. I’m sure you know about that infamous quartet of friends that hang out in the garage right across from school. Though you usually see them just lazing off, they do have a reputation for helping people. Maybe they can help you with this as well.”

And of course, just as her friend described, there they were. The two boys and two girls just sitting at a table and having their slightly late lunch.

“Tada~” she heard from afar, “I present to you Jonghyun’s amazing Gangnam style fried rice!”

“YAH!” One of the females elbowed his ribs rather…harshly. “YOU’RE NOT EVEN FROM GANGNAM, YOU JUST GOT THAT NAME FROM THE SONG!”

“OWWW!” he began doubling over (though after having set the rice on the table, for we can’t waste God’s heavenly grace now can we?). “WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU AND MY RIBS?! HAVE SOME RIB OR SOMETHING?!”

“I now deem broken ribs to be the result of unoriginality~”

“Satan’s mistress…”

“YAH-”

“BoA, you know you’re never gonna get through to his head that way, so just quit it.”

The person, now identified as Jonghyun, stuck his tongue out, and continued to celebrate over his temporary victory in front of the fuming BoA until the other man continued, not looking up from his laptop.

“And by not being able to get through to his head, it’s because it’s all full of fat. He doesn’t exercise it enough, probably why he’s so dumb.”

“WHAT?!”

“HAAAAAAA!”

“I MAKE YOU ALL FOOD AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?!”

“It’s very good, oppa.” The last member of the group mentioned whilst taking another small spoonful of the rice straight from the pan in front of her.

“Waaaah~” Jonghyun immediately sprung up, hugged, and started to shake the young girl constantly from behind. “This is why I love you the most, Jieun-ah~”

However, before three seconds had passed, he was pulled away from the young girl by BoA. “Get your grimy hands off her you ert! Who knows what they’ve touched!”

“RICE A FEW MINUTES AGO, AND THEN SOAPY WATER!”

“Um…”

The three people finally noticed the presence of the girl that had been watching them with an amused and slightly frightened expression from the open garage.

“HI!” Jonghyun was the first to greet and run up to her after releasing himself from the hands of the violent serpent woman.

“OI, I CAN READ WHAT YOU’RE TYPING YOU DAMN AUTHOR!”

Shut up.

“What’s your name?” Jonghyun asked the girl in front of her.

“Um…I’m Lee Sung-Hee…I was wondering-”

“Jonghyun, quit staring at her like she’s some piece of meat.” BoA said.

“Isn’t all animal flesh meat…?” Jieun asked.

“Well yes, but that does not make all types of meat edible. Then again, Jjong the dinosaur may not see these things the way we Homo sapiens do.” Donghae concluded.

“WHAAAAT?!”

“OH MY GOD!!!” BoA exclaimed as well, pointing directly at Jonghyun’s face. “SO THAT’S WHY THEY CALL YOU A DINOSAUR. YOU COULD FIT MARS IN THAT MOUTH!”

“Um…-”

“Guys…” Jieun tried to interject, though two things were stopping her. Firstly, the food that she was devouring was too delicious not to be eaten, and secondly, once her friends started to bicker, they seem to treat everything else as invisible. “Guys-”

“YOU DID NOT CALL MY MOUTH FAT!”

“Well I didn’t…but hey, now it matches your head!”

“YAAAAH!”

“Did you know that two plus two equals four?”

“ELEPHANT URINE!”

“MONKEY FAECES IN YOUR EYES!”

“WHALE MAKING OCEAN WATER SALTY!”

“…Uh, a dog’s tongue is cleaner than a human’s?”

“GUYS!” Jieun finally interjected, and when she does, everyone listens, because her voice magically echoes around the open area with some awesome reverb effect that also permitted this ominous purple fog to appear around her.

“Oh sorry, left my microphone on,” Donghae explained. “And the echo on my speakers was set too high.”

Well then.

“WE. HAVE. A. GUEST!” Jieun emphasised word for word. However, after the dark, demonic aura that temporarily surrounded her finally disappeared, she smiled at the girl who was now even more terrified than she was before. “Sung-Hee-sshi, what was it that you wanted to ask us?

Author's Note:

So I would just like to mention that this fic came into my head when tons of different scenarios came flooding in after having finished all 77 episodes of the anime SKET Dance (and for those who have not watch it...you should...). Needless to say, if you know anything about that anime, you will see that the writing style here would probably be right on par with that genre.

This is my getaway piece, in which I won't be focusing as much on detail as I will just trying to get some type of story across (and the arcs will be very brief in this fic, changing subjects every couple of chapters), and to show love to my beloved caps lock key on my keyboard.

The characters will be rather broken, the entire fic itself probably has no point to it besides the broad spectrum one can infer from the title, and of course, I would hope it turns out fun and enjoyable for you and me both. I would not go as far as to label this fic under "crack" but it's probably trespassing boundaries every so often anyway.

So read. Enjoy. Comment. Tell me what you think.

Also, because this fic does not revolve around any unifying theme, you can always suggest some ridiculous idea that you might want to see in the comments section, and perhaps I'll be inspired to add it in somewhere.

-Karlo