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[righteousdelusions]

it is true, we shouldn’t be waiting for Hide to fix this shit because c’mon Kaneki, you have to fucking grow up.

but also, Hide come here and fix this shit. 

[mermerized]

home sweet home

Minho wakes up to smell to chocolate chip pancakes. He stands up straight on the couch, glances at the clock on the wall. It’s twelve. He groans, rubbing his calloused balmy hands across his eyes and all over his face. He thinks the giggling in the kitchen must have been Key and Jonghyun necking right there in the kitchen at ten am in the morning. He groans again and gets up, heading straight to the kitchen, groggy and slightly light in the head because sleep on that worn out couch just doesn’t cut it anymore.

Instead, Minho notices something rather peculiar.

Taemin (or at least he thinks it’s Taemin) with long blonde hair. Curly blonde hair to be exact. Loose blonde curls, stopping at his mid-back with cropped fringes along his forehead.

To make this whole scenario even more wacked up, the boy was wearing a cute ruffled blouse, accompanied with a thin grey cardigan and some skinny jeans. The ruffled blouse tucked inside the jeans accentuated the boy’s body shapeless figure into something reasonable.

Taemin peered to his side, shocked by the lingering male at the entrance of the kitchen. “Minho! Oh god..”

The feminine male’s blonde hair fell back, a settling curtain to hide his rather flushed and embarrassed look.

“I lost the bet to Key, just so you know! I didn’t want to do this. But Key woke me up and dragged me down to the salon. “ Taemin reasoned, hoping the latter wasn’t thinking of anything weird in that head of his about why the boy was dressed rather girly today.

Taemin flips the burning pancake once more, no real use but he wants to make it seem like he isn’t impatiently waiting on the latter’s reaction so he can go on with his day (and life).

He grips flips the burnt pancake to the saucer with the others.

“You look pretty.” Minho bluntly says and finally walks inside the kitchen, plopping himself on a sit at the table.