it was valentines day. that day where couples showered each other with objects that were made for only one sole purpose; love. and key absolutely hated it.

jonghyun had woken up to the same grey-speckled ceiling, eaten the same frozen then microwaved foods and ventured the same tedious and photo-covered walls for exactly three months. even though there were probably a lot more people in the hospital who had been there longer than he had been, jonghyun still complained. he didn’t want to be here anymore.

it was a 1966 ford mustang. white sunroof, hot red paint job and polished so well key could marvel at his own reflection. it was taemin’s baby – problem was that he didn’t have an actual licence to drive it yet.