Fangs. Long, white, shiny fangs. Right in front of him. The mirror couldn't lie, it was just a mirror. A smell was coming from the kitchen. It wasn't food, no. Food didn't smell this good. It smelled different, fresh, delicious. He couldn't help but his lips as every time he took a breath that delicious smell made him crazy.

One morning, key woke up to a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing. As he walked to his oh so pretious kitchen, he heard people yelling. It sounded like it was coming from taemin's Minho's room. He kept walking down the hallway until he got to a slitely open door.  He didn't want to disturb anybody, but he really wanted to know who was fighting and why. He knocked on the door and everything went silent. "Minho?" he whispered while entering the roo