I watch the white soap bubbles drop off my skin as the warm water above me attacks my skin in such a relaxing way. The air around me is thick but perfect. my flesh with soft wet fingers, I moan a little when going over a tense muscle in my neck. I think I work too hard, I think, but the thought makes me laugh. I know I work too hard, but the result is always what I crave. To see all the screaming fans cheering for me and the others. To watch as they sing along, or follow the dances with us when we are on stage. It is all worth it. The pain. The nights without sleep. It's worth it.

I jump, the sound of someone knocking on the door scaring me out of my mind.

"How long are you going to be in there, Key? My gosh!"

I swallow. "It's not Key hyung." How long have I been in here?

"Oh. Taemin, well, hurry up." Onew I think walks away. 

Washing my face, I let the water fall onto my tongue and flood out of my mouth and down my chin. I wonder if everyone does this? Am I the only one that finds showers very relaxing?

With a towel around my waist, I walk out of the bathroom, smacking right into Minho hyung who knocks me down, yet he barely falters. 

"Oh! Sorry, Taemin." He leans down and helps me up. My towel doesn't fall, which is a major relief.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, seeing the dark circles under his eyes that are bloodshot.

He shrugs. "Tired I guess. Go get ready for dinner." He gives me a half smile. "Unless you want to go like that."

I smile, moving around him to go into my room to change.