Kyuhyun looked up of his PSP to see Elayne sitting there on her laptop across him. She was tapping on her keys. Kyuhyun looked back at his PSP screen trying to focus.
He looked up once again. Her delicate hand laid on her keyboard. Her chocolate brown eyes focused on her screen. She looks up to find Kyuhyun staring at her. She smiled and waved. Kyuhyun blushed and focused on his PSP. He looks up again.
Where did she go? A light tap on his shoulder comes from behind.
"What are you playing?" she smiled.
"Uh, Starcraft? Duh?" he replies.
Elayne sits on the sofa besides him. He tries not to get distracted. She lays her head on his shoulder.
"I'm so bored." She gave a loud sigh.
"What do you expect me to do?" he says with his eyes focused.
"I know!" She hops off the sofa. "Let's go out!" she said with excitement.
"You know, I have paparazzi's." he said looking up to see her puppy face.
"Please? It's boring here!" she exclaims. He gives out a loud sigh. "Let's go." He goes into his room. Five minutes later, out comes a gentleman with brown hair dressed casually.
"Why are you wearing a wig?" asked Elayne trying to take his wig off.
"Do you want me to get recognized?" Kyuhyun gave her a stern look.
"Then here." She takes out a pair or sunglasses, and a fedora. She places the glasses on his eyes. And gently places the black and white fedora on his head. She goes into his room and takes out a white collared shirt with a black west and black jeans.
"Put these on." She gave him a little push and closed his bedroom door. She gave a little giggle.
"Where did you get the-" he was interrupted by a pair of black and white Van shoes in his face.
"Here." Elayne kneeled down to put on his pair of shoes. "You know, I can put on the shoes myself…" Kyuhyun murmured as his face turned into a pinkish hue.
Elayne stood up in victory. "Perfect." Kyuhyun curiously ran to the bathroom to spot himself in the mirror. "This isn't me…?" He ran back out.
"Now, can we go? You won't be recognized." Elayne pleaded. "Sure. One question though." He replied.
"What?" She turn to his direction.
"Where did you get the money?" He stared at the clothing. "I have my sources…" she grabbed his hand. And out they went.