Key had oil pastel smudged on his chin.  He was working on coloring in a part of the bright, yellow flower that had been drawn onto the wall of the coffee shop.  Jonghyun burst into the room, his eyes wild.

     “I was just trying to fix it. It won’t be as pre…” Key was silenced by Jonghyun’s lips.  Key felt like he was melting and he felt Jonghyun pull back slightly.  With his arms already around Jjong, he pulled him back into a deeper kiss.  Neither was able to breathe, but it was a good kind of breathless.  When they finally unlocked their lips, Jonghyun looked Key in the eyes.

     “I like you.  Whether you’re a man, or an alien- I don’t care anymore.  I tried getting rid of my feelings, but I couldn’t… so let’s go as far as we can go. Let’s give it a try.” Key smiled, his eyes suspiciously bright.  With his hand on the back of Key’s neck, Jonghyun pulled him into a tight hug.

     “Cut!” The director yelled.  “Good work everyone! That’s all for today, we will continue filming tomorrow.” 

Key quickly disengaged himself from Jonghyun, blushing crimson.  He was so embarrassed. Jonghyun had broken up with him only two days prior to the shooting of their drama parody.  Key had tried to convince the director to switch him out for someone else to pair with Jjong, but he had refused.  Key didn’t know how much longer he could stand the torture of being so close to his now ex-boyfriend.  He walked out of the coffee shop to get fresh air, and only got to the end of the street, that led out from the shop, when he got attacked by fans.  They swarmed around him, screaming and grabbing for their cameras and cell phones.  Flashes were going off from every direction, and a tight circle had surged around him.  Key’s head was spinning and he couldn’t breathe. 

     This is too much, Key thought to himself.  I can’t handle anymore.  With spots of black already clouding his vision, Key collapsed.  The fans gasped, and were shocked into silence.  A tall, dark figure approached and waded through the mob.  With extreme gentleness, Minho eased Key off the ground and shifted him into his arms.  Fans started to close in on them both.  Minho looked coldly on.

     “Move.” He threatened, his voice ringing low.  The crowd instantly parted and he stalked off, with Key still unconscious in his arms.