"Hurry up Taemin," I speak, zipping up my suitcase.
    "Hyung~" he walks in, "which one looks better on me?"
    "Ya! Taeminnie! Now's not the time to see what looks better hurry!!"
    "Mianhae hyung!" he runs back to his room.
    I hear the front door open and close, guessing Minho was home.
    “Hurry up and get packed!” I call out as he enters the room, tossing a black pencil bag onto my bed.
    “What’s this?” I speak.
    “The money, and the tickets are on the kitchen counter,” he answers, leaving for his room.
    I open the pouch, all cash.

A check would’ve been-ah whatever.

I glance over to the table by my bed. A picture of Key and me backstage of our first ever performance as SHINee. We’d all been so nervous, but Key managed to lighten up the mood, and we did perfect.

All that mattered was we were getting him back. And Onew. Wait...would they even have Onew?

My phone rang again and I answered,

    “Yoboseyo?”
    “I forgot to mention. If you want the other one back, it’s an additional one-hundred and fifty thousand won.”
    “That’s insane!” I shot back quickly, “You give them both back for one-hundred and fift