“Don’t worry about it” Eunha laughed lightly, pressing a towel to the front of his damp shirt. “The sink has a lot of water. That’s where I wash the dogs. Even Major fits in there fine!” She grinned, handing him the towel. “Go get changed, I’ll clean up the water”

“Friends for Life…Animal Shelter” She trailed off, looking down at the dog with a smile. “Oh, thank you! His name is Major. He’s not one of them up for adoption though”

She pushed her hair back with her free hand before she knocked on the door, cradling the donations tin in her hands. Looking down at the big dog at her side, making sure the leash was firmly attached to her belt loops, she smiled at the dog for luck before looking up as the door opened. "Hi! I'm Eunha from the Friends for Life Animal Shelter, can I have a moment of your time?"

   He was stuffed. He spent the whole day shopping and doing various errands and he just got done with a little reward meal. He hadn’t even realized how long he had been gone until he left the restaurant and it was dark out. It was pretty windy, too, so his footsteps were a bit quicker than normal as he wanted to get out of the cold as soon as possible. 

   As he neared his place, he noticed a female standing outside of a club, whose music was filling that street. She looked like she was freezing, hell, Minhyun was wearing 2 jackets and he was cold. He noticed her shivering as he neared her. He decided that he wouldn’t be able to walk past her without at least offering. His hand reached out to her shoulder, tapping it lightly. 

the arrhythmical and continuous cacophony reverberated through the spacious accommodations of his abode, louder at each lingering second awakening the distant memory of the arise of an earthquake and apparently more urgent at each step he took towards the door. – long fingers tangled in raven colored tousled hair, sunset pools of his eyes yet to greet any ray of light and all the oxygen of his lungs being heaved in a long sigh.

                  (it was ungodly, unholy and almost merciless of any third part                   to materialize at his doorstep before the sun was already gone in a weekend day,                   especially when he had just landed in the country not few long hours ago.)

“for fucks’ sake! i’ll hang out the fucking stars in the night sky for you if you just stop that fucking nuance! the entire bloody country must know you’re not to be a drummer.” rien growled, the roughness baritone evident in every syllable he pronounced, igniting the easily inflaming temper he possessed as his calloused fingertips slammed against the security panel besides the cold frame of his door, allowing entrance to the insistent newcomer. the bassist rested his head and broad shoulders against the doorframe, half-lidded eyelids widening slightly at the unfamiliar melodic voice; the mare thought about fans, the gossip outlets or sesaengs having access to his domain was daunting enough to have his brain dissolving any effects of his sleep deprivation.