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.

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 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.