Jongin scratched his head as he stared at his fridge.  

His cake was missing.

He had bought a cake for his mom's birthday and now it was gone. 

His mom is going to be so upset, but he'd probably make Jongin buy him more eyeliner. 

Jongin groaned just of the thought of it. There was no way he was going to buy yet another eyeliner for his diva mother. 

Now Jongin wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box. In fact, he was close to being unsharpened at all. 

Yes he graduated high school, no he did not get into a normal college. It didn't matter to Jongin though. Normal college wasn't his thing. Instead he goes to a music orientated university and he set up his own dance studio (with a couple of friends) where he hosted classes, competitions and just everything related to music. 

So instead of trying to solve this problem by himself, he called for help.

"Paaarkiee." He cooed into the phone. 

His step-dad sighed, "What do you want Kim."

"I have a problem."

"Ew gross, I'm not going to help you. I have a husband for your information."

"EW HYUNG NOT THAT PROBLEM."

"Oh okay, what's up."

"It's better if you come over."