EXTRACT:

Kyuhyun stalked around the house suspiciously. He certainly had locked his gate before sleeping. He was so sure of it he could have bet his head on it.

But why was the gate wide open when he woke up?

It wasn't very early in the morning, just late enough to have some sunlight and warmth.

But which burglar would be so dumb to rob in bright day-light?

And leave the gate open behind?

Kyuhyun huffed impatiently. He searched the WHOLE house, but found no one else's presence. Shrugging his suspicion away, he pulled the curtains open, allowing sunlight to seep into his house. The burette sighed contentedly, gazing at his tiny garden and miniature fountain. The birds were chirping brightly and his old shed's door was nighty degrees from the rest of the shed.

It was such a beautiful day.

Kyuhyun froze.

Wait what?

His shed was open?

Open as in open OPEN?

It hasn't been opened ever since he moved in two years ago. Kyuhyun was far too lazy to mow his garden or any of that sorts.

Kyuhyun approached the shed from behind, his hands gripped on a badminton racket, ready to hit any assassin in the face. He slid his foot to the side of the door and cautiously moved the wooden door apart so that e could take a glimpse of its contents.

Kyuhyun's eyes were met with another pair of hazels.

At that moment, Kyuhyun genuinely thought that the racket was really unnessasary. 

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