"Heechul," he hissed through the darkness. He was meant with an unintelligible groan. "Heechul!" he repeated, louder this time.
"What!?" the other man shrieked sitting up in his bed.
"I just had an idea for a story," he informed the still half asleep man.
"Yesung," Heechul growled, "You woke me up in the middle of the night for that?"
"I had a dream," Yesung carried on as if he hadn't heard the other man, "about a girl in a red cape that goes to visit her grandmother. Then when she gets there her grandmother has been eaten by a wolf."
"You woke me up for this?" Heechul questioned again, his tone betraying his irritation.
"I dreamt the whole thing," Yesung murmured as if he hadn't heard Heechul.
"And I was dreaming of our sexy Chinese neighbor who wasn't wearing any clothes," Heechul muttered.
"I have to go write this down," Yesung declared. There was whoosh of cloth as he threw the blanket from his body and then the hiss of a match as flame flickered into life.
"You are doing it on your own," Heechul declared, flopping back down onto the bed and pulling the covers over his head.
"Fine. I think I will call it 'Little Red Riding Hood' by the Brother Grim," he declared as he walked from the room.
"Damn it," Heechul cursed, throwing the blankets back. "I'm coming and you better not forget to add that ‘s’ at the end of Brother!" he yelled as he slipped into his slippers and stormed away from the warmth of his bed.
AN: Just a short little piece that popped into my head... Why can I see these two writing all those twisted tales so easily...