A/N: I just realized that this thing is somewhat long...I found myself just writing and writng while making this...maybe I got a bit too carried away?? Ehh...Well this is just to notify you that it's quite a long one. XP

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He shot himself up; quickly bringing his legs off the fluffy mattress that on normal days cuddled every inch of his body like a newborn baby held into the arms of their mother; causing him to have the best sleep possible for any human being. Changmin would spend every little moment possible hidden within his bed sheets, savoring the warm embrace of his bed, but today was a special day….and besides, he just couldn’t sleep one bit even if he tried to.

But honestly, he didn’t care if his eyes weren't able to close and drift off to the wonderland of his dream world, since today was different. Today was a special day.

As he got himself up, he reminisced on the previous endless night.

He continuously tossed and turned as if he laid on the sharp edges of rocks poking at him ruthlessly with every movement made. The sounds of the fake ocean waves lashing against the shore in his imagination burned his sensitive ears tremendously.

He just couldn't sleep as he felt an unpleasant feeling ever since he received that text message from his best friend, Kyuhyun. That picture of Sooyoung and him made his stomach churn, mixing the contents which he devoured that night.

Changmin didn’t blame the message for the forever lasting queasiness that developed over him, but instead, accused the stupid idea of eating instant ramen for every farking meal of the day. He had enough money to go out to a restaurant, to go out and eat proper food that didn’t require the heating of a microwave, but his idiotic self saw the bundles of wrapped ramen hidden in the pantry calling out his name. He thought it was a bloody good idea…eating only ramen for an entire day. Such stupid food challenges that he created made the guy eager and excited like a kid in a candy store ready to rip the place to bits and pieces.

He stood in front of the customized full length mirror ---one that finally was able to accommodate his tall self from top to bottom. As he was taking in how his hair stood up messily like the spikes of a porcupine, he still wondered why he suddenly felt out of the blue again...trying to recall when it first began once more.

He remembered feeling pretty fine for the most part…until he opened that text message; revealing their two happy little smiling faces---TOGETHER, but Changmin concluded that the timing of it all was just pure coincidence and nothing more. He figured that he shouldn’t think too much into the whole situation as he thought WTH does their picture have to do with my physical state? Changmin didn’t need a doctor to tell him that what he was thinking was stupid, so he simply brushed it off and continued to straighten himself up.

Today was a special day.

Circled, underlined, and starred intensely with a deep red marker upon his hanging calendar plastered over his simple white walls of his grand room was a specific date that the DB5K member was anxiously awaiting for.

He knew very well that it would be a mission trying to go in and out of the desired location without being spotted by the dedicated fans; therefore, he intelligently planned beforehand. To be exact, he planned right when the news broke that IT would be released.  There were very little things in this world that could drive the guy psychotic from spazzing like a little child and this was one of them.

He pulled his hair back tightly into a small pony-tail all the while laughing at how indifferent he looked since these days he chopped that once long hair of his.

To cover himself up, he wore a ragged distraught gray hoodie which Yunho always begged him to throw out as he claimed that the thing looked like something that would be the remains of a drunken man's vomit. Little did he know, that now was the perfect time to wear that “piece of trash”.

Upon his feet donned plain Nike shoes that he swore were once white. If ever he was asked when those now cream urine-like colored crap that protected his feet were ever that bright as snow, Changmin knew very well that it would be one of the hardest questions he'd have to answer. 

He had slipped on a simple brown tinted khaki short that gave him the spitting image of being rolled in mud like a pig. He scratched his head furiously and sighed in frustration as he looked down at his long legs. Although it gave off that perfect final touch for his disguise, he could have sworn that he just shaved two days ago (don't get him wrong --although it may be odd for some men to have silky smooth legs, he claimed that it would be best for the entire world for him to shave those bad boys frequently)...

...so WHY, OH WHY, were his legs now covered completely with what Changmin referred to as fur?!?!?! That was the question that would burn inside his thoughts at least three times in a week.

It was seriously the most unsolved mystery to mankind as to how the bloody hell he was able to grow his hair so rapidly like that.

 Even his dear friend Kyuhyun was amazed by it. Kyuhyun would always laugh at that fact and once even told him that if ever he was to play a superhero in a game, Changmin's super natural power would be the ability to grow hair as quick as an individual would blink. The special finishing move? It would be the infamous hairball that would suddenly develop inside one's mouth and cause the obstruction of their airways. But that's not it! He would even have the ability to grow stands of hair long enough to wrap around the enemy; causing them to suffocate till their last breath.

As he stared at the beastly hairiness, Changmin reminded himself that when he came back, to search if he could gain some sort of Guinness World Record on this sickening odd gift of his. 

Before stepping out of the dorm and off to witness something he knew would be epic, Changmin threw on a pair of black round rimmed glasses...glasses that showcased just how seriously he looked forward to today.

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The poor cashier felt like she was participating in some sort of body lifting competition. She never knew that she'd experience such hardship at work. This was the second customer today that had such a complicated order...that had such a huge appetite.

She carried a large bag of popcorn (with extra butter and a tint of cheddar cheese powder), large carbonated soda, a bottle of water, a pack of twizzlers, a bundle of sour patches, cheesy medium sized nachos, and if that wasn't enough...a small strawberry flavored slurpee. The innocent little worker cautiously brought the desired snacks to the customer, just barely seeing over the Mount Everest of food stacked on top of her weak small arms. As the tall male who seemed to lack any sense of fashion style paid the bill and walked away, she sighed…thankful that it was over. She watched him in amazement at how he carried those things as if it were second nature.

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Changmin found himself crashing into something, but the expert that he is, didn’t drop one single mouth watering treat which he protected in his arms. He looked to see what exactly came in his way as it felt like he walked head on to a tall solid wall. He got one thing right---it was tall.

He ran his eyes from bottom to top at what stood before him.

They wore repulsive worn out black rubber boots, the baggiest pair of jean pants that had a ridiculous pattern printed over (who the hell decides to add on colorful clouds on those pants?!? Why would they put crap on top of crap??), and a large white t-shirt.

To his surprise they held within their arms practically the same things which he had just ordered seconds ago; which by the way, was just about everything in the small food stall. It surprised Changmin that there was another person out there who could balance that much.

“E-Excuse me are you alright?” He asked to the unknown person whose face was covered from