Text written in Italic is spoken in Korean.

.: Key :.

I kind of promised myself not to get excited over this, but I just couldn’t hold myself back. We arrived at the university for the fashion show program. You see, the people who would be taking care of us were the students. The models will teach us to how to walk the runway and the makeup artists together with the hairstylists will help us with the makeover.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to be excited over this thing, but I want to be a designer. I wanted to know a glimpse of the fashion world. I knew very well that it would be nothing compared to real deal, but hey. At least I’ll experience a bit.

“Come on, Taemin~ I really need to learn a lot in here!” I dragged Taemin, walking much faster than even Onew himself.

“Keeeey, don’t go too fast… I don’t want to go in there too soon.” I rolled my eyes and kept dragging him.

“Come on, Taemin. it up.” He groaned and I kept walking until we reached the entrance to the building. When we entered this flock of students welcomed us. They were smiling happily and greeting us very kindly.

Soon everyone followed after. We were seated and one of the students explained the whole drill. We were going to be dolled up and taught about posing and walking down the runway then we had to perform it in the fashion show. We could choose between traditional Korean outfit and the western outfit. I decided I would go with a tuxedo. Then they divided us into 2 groups. I got into a group where we had to do the makeup first.

“Ugh… Umma, what should I pick? Since I’m reluctant to do this, I might as well let you pick my outfit.” Taemin said and sighed as he sat down on the chair in front of the makeup artist.

“Why don’t you go with the traditional outfit? It would be totally cute!” He groaned and nodded.

.: Jonghyun :.

I silently followed Key from a distance. He looked really happy about the whole fashion show thing. I’m glad he’s smiling again, though. He was happily dragging Taemin who seemed to be grouchy.

I still didn’t know what I did wrong. I really wanted to fix it, really. But I didn’t know what I did wrong and how was I supposed to fix the mistakes I didn’t know. It’s getting frustrating and I just can’t stand it. I have to tell him somehow.

.: Taemin :.

I didn’t like it at all… Key took it easily though. The lady who did his makeup spoke in broken English, saying his skin is really good. Of course, that’s Key you’re talking about. Best skin ever, your arguments are invalid. The girl who did my make up was really calm and she didn’t apply too much of anything so that made me feel a bit better.

We were done with makeup, and we didn’t need any hairstyling! But of course, Key insisted to borrow some hairspray so he could fix his hair. I just finger-combed my hair and waited for Key to finish so we could move on to the other room to get our clothes.

We went backstage to get our clothes. Key got his navy suit and I got this traditional Korean clothes. The upper part is a soft pink and the pants are purplish blue. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It’s rather weird on me…

“Taechi. You look adorable!” Onew came up behind me and hugged my waist. I blushed and leaned back to rest my head on his shoulder.

“I think it doesn’t suit me… It’s a beautiful outfit but I think it looks weird on me…” Onew frowned and looked into my eyes through the reflection.

“You look absolutely fine, Taemin. It suits you perfectly. Now come on, let’s get you on the runway.” He smiled reassuringly and I felt better after that. I took his hand and went to the kind looking college student to teach me the walk and poses.

.: Key :.

I buttoned up the suit and checked myself out on the mirror. Not bad. I looked sharp and handsome. I fixed my hair a bit and applied my own eyeliner. Sharp. Really sharp.

Then he came along, snapping pictures of me with his camera. He lowered it and smiled at me. I just stupidly stood there, frozen. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything. I bit my lower lip and walked pass him.

“Wait a minute, Key.” He grabbed my wrist and I could understand what he said. I didn’t turn around; I just stood there, my back facing him.

“I don’t know what I did or say to you. But I’m really sorry if I made you mad or something… I really wish I can say this in English and make you understand, but I can’t Key. I’m really sorry.” I didn’t understand him. I could only hear him say that he’s sorry. But why? He didn’t do anything…

“Jjong, I don’t understand…” Confusion must be written all over my face because Jjong sighed tiredly and his grip on my wrist loosened.

“Key… I really want us to be friends, or maybe more. But I just don’t understand the things you’re saying to me. I really want to know you better. To understand you.”  What is he saying?

“Jjong, what are you saying… You know I don’t understand you. Why are you talking to me?!” I was frustrated. He wasn’t supposed to talk to me. He knew we didn’t understand each other. Why did he even talk with a sad look in his eyes? Why did he look like that? His eyes widened and he reached out his hand to wipe something off my face.

“Don’t cry…” I was crying? I didn’t feel the tear that ran down my face. I didn’t say anything and just shook my head. I looked down, trying to even out my breathing.

“Don’t cry, Key.” I felt Jjong’s arms wrapping around my body and I wanted to melt right there in his arms. It just felt so good to be hugged and comforted. But I still wish he would talk to me.

.: Onew :.

It was time for the fashion show! One of the student paired Taemin with 2 kids for the runway so he had to hold on to the kids and walk with them. I looked forward to it and prepared my camera to record him. I didn’t see Key and Jonghyun anywhere though. I kept hoping they’re okay. Suddenly Jonghyun popped up out of nowhere and gave me a weak smile. He took his position to take pictures of the show.

The lights dimmed and the music started playing. One by one they walked down the runway, posed and walked to the backstage. Then my baby showed up. He seemed a bit nervous and pleadingly looked at me. I showed him a ‘fighting’ gesture and he smiled. The two kids held his hands and they started walking together. At the end of the runway, the kids did a twirl and Taemin just smiled. Taemin did great and managed to go backstage again without any harm.

Then suddenly the music changed. Key showed up. He looked really good with his eyeliner on. His eyes were defined and looked even more intimidating than usual. He walked solo, owning the runway as if he had walked down that thing for ages. He should be a model. He did a striking pose and the students went wild, especially the ladies. I heard them whispering about how handsome and cool he looked. That’s really great for him.

Then the fashion show ended with all of them walking down the runway together while clapping their hands. It was a great show since Key closed the whole thing off with his performance. Most of them took pictures and stuff but Key ran off to nowhere again. And Jonghyun was gone too.

“Onew!” Taemin bounced his way to me and gave me a big hug.

“Hey, baby. You were awesome! I told you you’ll be okay.” He gave me a peck on the cheek and he pulled away blushing.

“Thank you, Onew. I saw Key from backstage! He was so cool! Where is he anyway?” He looked around but frowned when he couldn’t spot the blond.

“I don’t know, he just disappeared… So did Jjong.” He pursed his lips and hugged me.

“Oh well. I want to take pictures with you!” I laughed and pinched his cheeks.

“Okay. That would be really nice.”

.: Key :.

I went straight back to the changing room and grabbed my clothes. After changing and cleaning my makeup I instinctively ran outside and sat on the bench. It was already dark since we arrived in the late afternoon anyway. I just sat there and tried my best to ignore the cold. I stupidly left my coat behind. Stupid…

After Jjong hugged me I pushed him and ran backstage. Luck was on my side because the song changed and I just stormed out there. I didn’t even get to enjoy the feeling. It really bad.

“Key…” A voice called my name from behind me and I didn’t even bother to look at him. Why was he following me…

“Go away, Jjong.” That’s the least I could say in Korean to describe what I really wanted him to do.

“No.” His footsteps sounded closer and closer. Then he draped something that seemed to be my coat over my body.

“Please, go away.” The last thing I wanted was to face him.

“I told you, no.” He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. I hated it. I hated how it felt so good.

“I want to know you better because I like you, Key.”

“What?” I mumbled. I hope he said something different from what I expected him to say.

“I like you.” He said it. In English. No.

“Why did you say that… Why?!” I clutched his jacket and he just my hair.

“I don’t know.”

A/N : ...... Molla.. *sigh*