'He laboriously in as much air as he could, his heart was pounding and tears were falling as he managed to stand up. This small victory was short lived as darkness ate the corners of his vision, and Wonshik fell backward knocking a lamp off the table and sending it crashing into the wall where it shattered.' Migraines were one thing, but this was something entirely unexpected. Who knew breathing was something you might one day wish you could do...

They have a system figured out, a sort of a process of reconciliation. 

Sneak peeks     “I can´t believe that they invited us on that show with the condition that we dress up for Halloween.” Kyung was feverishly dabbing at his face with one of the brushes they had borrowed from their makeup artist.   “Am I adorable yet?”   Ripped jeans, pitted black sweater and loads over loads of fake blood showing on his skin that peeked through the rips and holes of the fabric that he was wearing.