Going out on a limb here and adding a teaser/summary so you can get a good feel of the plot;
This girl (played by anyone, as it is first-person) is a rabid Super Junior fangirl. With her dangerously vivid imagination, she fantasizes about the Super Junior members, not realizing that talking to them in her mind is making her a better person overall.
Sounds cheezy... eww. But I hope my story writing skills are better than my summarizing ones. :]
In no time my room was tidy and laundry-free. I sat back on the bed next to Donghae and marveled at my genius work. "Hmm, not as bad as I thought it would be," I imagined saying to Donghae, he smiled brightly in my mind and I laughed.
"Yeah, you did a good job," he praised, fading away deep into the infinite depths of my mind... awaiting his next return for when I needed him most.
I stood up and exited my room, tiptoeing into the empty intersection of the second floor of my empty house, where my desktop was strategically placed against the wall next to my room. I opended up the internet and began browsing YouTube for some good songs. Clicking on a random link, I carefully listened to my newly discovered song; nodding approvingly at the beat and lyrics. Her voice and style sounded familiar... like something I'd find on TV. I read the title of the video and moaned in agony. "Here We Go Again - Demi Lovato" it read.
"Aww man, that's just not right... you stole that name from Paramore you teeny-bopping addict!" I screamed senslessly. I froze and shut my mouth when I heard a sub-concious 'Shhh!' cut my rant off rudely.
"You're gonna wake the rest of your family you ding-bat, you're not the only one who lives in this house, you know?" He smiled sweetly and I couldn't resist the temptation of actually listening to him.
"F*cking 100 watt smile of his is so damn irresistible," I muttered, trying to ignore his giggles coming from behind me. He walked next to me and sat on his imaginary chair, beaming in triumph.
"For your information, it's not just my smile, it's everything about me," he retorted matter-of-factly. I simply grunted, not wanting to admit the fact that he had a very good point. Everything Kibum did was irresistible to me.
"Yeah, yeah... don't get too cocky. That perfect little head of yours is growing abnormally large; you might lose your fans, pretty-boy,"
Kibum touched his head, making sure I was only speaking figuratively. I saw him and laughed, "You freaking idiot! Don't you know that isn't phisically possible? Geez, aren't you supposed to be one of the smart ones?" he blushed and looked away like a little kid. I smiled triumphantly and began chanting, "Saranghae, saranghae, saranghae," for no apparent reason. Kibum snorted at my horrible accent and I laughed at some idiot who got smacked in the face by a soccer ball. I clicked on a new link to listen to some music. Kibum began following the rap and I glared at him.
He looked at me innocently and said, "What?"
"Go away, you're rapping is annoying," I demanded. Kibum sighed and slowly drifted away. "Annoying!" I whispered to myself as I turned back to the room to take a nap on my bed.
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