I threw my book on the floor and stared at it painfully. It mocked me and I was foolish enough to do nothing about it. I was a fool to think that releasing my anger out on paper would make me feel better... but it was no use.
I needed to talk to someone.
Anyone.
I pulled my phone out and fumbled with the buttons, I had no idea why I was rushing; but it amazingly calmed me down. Oh the irony.
Hey, can I call you man? I need to talk to someone
I pressed send feverishly and dropped the phone, shaking my leg impatiently, I wanted him to answer, but it was too late.
"Hey," he said smiling at me. I looked up and swallowed hard. He looked familiar, and I couldn't bring myself up to completely figure out who he was. But he was damn fine.
I gaped at the empty space in front of me where the imaginary, handsome, charming man sat unseen by anyone else. His black hair covered his face but his perfect teeth sparkled brightly in contrast to his dark hair. He was tall and skinny, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and dark jeans. He frowned playfully and I nearly melted then and there.
"Aww, you don't remember me?" he teased, flashing a blinding smile that would make any fangirl melt to pieces.
Wait... did I just say fangirl? Ah sh*t. Fangirl... there was only one group of fine guys that I was ever a fangirl of in my life.
Super Junior.
This guy, sitting in front of me, sitting there in my mind; was Donghae.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I thought, knowing that saying it out loud would make me look like a fool. He chuckled and looked around at the mess that was my room.
"Not important, you need to get off your lazy a** and clean, Missy," he ordered. I looked around and winced at the pig sty I've been living in for the past few months. I had dirty clothes everywhere and bins of questionably dirty/clean laundry scattered messily on the floor.
"Aish. Yeah, that's pretty bad," I muttered aloud, and began cleaning.
That's when it hit me.
My newly discovered imaginary friend just ordered me to clean my room, and I listened.
Just as I was about to scream insanely, the cell phone in my hand vibrated quickly, i completely forgot that I sent my best friend Wilson a text earlier asking him if I could call. I slid the phone on and pressed "OPEN"
Naw, I'm kinda busy, can't talk... but I can text. If thats okay wit yu smile
I groaned and rolled my eyes. I loved this guy, but he was always useless when I needed him the most... ALWAYS. I dropped the pile of clothes in my hand and replied:
Finee D: yeah i think im going crazy again... so if were gonna talk, yu need to reply faster
I closed the phone and set it on my desk as I worked as quickly as possible so I could get the job done faster. I could feel my imaginary Donghae watch me clean as he smiled sweetly, still on my bed. It wasn't unnerving but I had the tendency to look at that empty space and imagine his pretty face looking at me. I sniggered and continued with my work. Just then the phone vibrated loudly against the hard, wooden desk.
I walked over and picked it up, reading the text.
Yea okay, ill try to text faster... so whats wrong this time crazy hallucination woman? biggrin
I sighed and quickly wrote; Im not hallucinating yu idiot. Im freaking fantasizing about hot guys that sing and dance better than all the 5 REAL guys at school... not including yu, yu homo x]
I smirked and continued working, trying my best to ignore the beautiful eyes that followed my every move.
The eyes that, in reality, never existed.
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