The night before, Hoya came into Sungyeol's room while he was changing. He snuck up on him and screamed, "BOO!!!"

Sungyeol jumped three metres into the air screaming his head off. He turned around, placing a hand over his racing heart and saw Hoya rolling around the floor laughing hysterically. "Yah! Howon!"

Hoya stopped laughing and wiped his tears away. "Sorry, couldn't resist."

Sungyeol threw on a black wife beater and sat cross legged his bed. "What's up? You don't usually go around sneaking into people's rooms," he squinted at Hoya.

"I have a favour to ask Yeol," Hoya's expression turning serious. "I need help with my 'communication'."

"How am I suppose to help you with that?" Sungyeol was surprised by the fact Hoya would ask for his help, let alone help from anyone but you.

"I have a way to make myself appear slightly more physical and touch physical things."

Sungyeol nodded, "Go on…"

"I need you to help me," Hoya just rolled his eyes.

"Fine, since I'm nice," Sungyeol smiled did a peace sign cutely.

"On second thoughts…" Hoya was about to race out of the room when Sungyeol said, "Fine!" Hoya smiled and then tried to sit on the bed, failing.

"How about we sit at the desk," Sungyeol meekly smiled, sympathetic. He got up and sat on the chair while Hoya just stood up.

"Okay, go ahead and do your stuff…" Sungyeol looked a bit uncertain but trusted his fellow member.

"I'm just going to touch you and I want you to slightly concentrate on me but not totally. I'm going to repeat your name and it may sound annoying but it's you so," Hoya smirked.

"You want me to be the guinea pig or not?" Sungyeol glared at Hoya.

"Yes please!" he saluted. "Okay, here goes."

Hoya placed a hand on Sungyeol's shoulder