“You wanted to act childish at least once, like the kid that resembles you who lives inside your heart”

I loved that verse from our last song, “Everybody”. I was listening to music while reading a fashion magazine, bored, when the door was nearly demolished. 

-Kibum- said my manager entering the room– there’s an offer for you- he passed me an envelope and then sat next to me on the bed.

-What’s that?- I sat more comfortably, leaning on the head of the bed with my upper body.

-I don’t know- he replied shrugging his shoulders.

I lifted an eyebrow skeptically but kept opening the envelope. I pulled out a job offer and after a quick reading I was shaking my head – Hell no, even if I have to run around the SM building- this is what I said but I knew very well that I couldn’t really reject the offer.

-Yah, what’s this drama for?- he grab the paper and started reading. At half of the offer he was already dying from laughing.

-I can’t see the humor – I growled while pouting.

-Are you sure our fantastic boss doesn’t know something about you and Jonghyun?-

-Yeah, I’m sure. I wouldn’t be alive if he had known something- even if I was starting to have doubts: the sudden duet with Taeyeon for SM The Ballad was suspicious.

-Right- he passed me back the paper – well, you can always refuse the offer –

-Yeah, as if I could- I replied glaring at him like he was nuts – it would be like an admission of guilt-

-But you’re not guilty of anything- it was his turn to lift an eyebrow.

I puffed and got up from bad – don’t start- I started to search for some clothes – you know very well that I can’t date, especially a guy and one of my member-

-Love is love- he kept poking fun on me.

-Are you really my manager…AH! Found ‘ya!- I put on a pair of really skinny jeans, shortened at the ankle and then started again to search for other clothes – Stop being a -bone and drive me to SM…I need to take the job – I found a long cashmere sweater and wore it.

-Don’t you have to talk about it with Jjong first?- my talking cricket has spoken.

-He has a busy schedule…I can’t go see him- that’s why I was depressing myself at home – I’ll talk to him later –

-If you say so…- he got up and passed me my coat – let’s go, Diva- I chuckled, satisfied by the nickname and then followed him.

We rode speaking about everything but the offer. Despite our cross talk I was upset and bothered. That’s what I have earned by behaving like a in’ straight, bragging around about how would have been great to take part in that stupid program.

Jjong will kill me for sure. I sighed. My manager looked quickly at me but then he decided to ignored it.

After entering the SM building, we walked to one of the meeting room where the PD of WGM and a representative of the company were waiting.

-Good evening- I greeted politely, bowing down.

-Ah, Key-sshi- the representative smiled at me – Welcome, have a sit- he indicated the chair in front of them. I sat.

-So, you’re manager told us that you’ll accept the offer –

I looked quickly at my hyung, wondering when he had the time to text them but after a few second I nodded – Yes, I will. It sounds funny and I have always wanted to do WGM- I forced myself to smile. Luckily I have always been very good at lying.

-Good- the PD smiled at me – you’re going to be part in the global edition so you’re wife…-

-Fake wife- my manager specified for my sake.

-Y-yes…- the PD stuttered a little – you’re fake wife will be a foreign-

-Can I know where is she from?- I asked, already knowing that they would said no.

-I’m sorry, Key-sshi- here he go – but you’ll know the day you’ll meet her-

-Okay- I was a little annoyed but I kept my acting.

-We can only say – the representative stepped in, smelling my irritation – that she’s younger than you –

Great. Jonghyun will bring up the age topic for sure.

-Okay- however, I kept smiling.

-Filming will start in about a week and the first episode will be aired around April –

-Sounds good- my manager stepped in – but he’s preparing a stage with another singer so the schedule has to be organized. He can’t stop practicing-

-Of course- the PD nodded – we’ve already made the schedule so that it will match with his previous commitments -

-Good-

-Any question, Key-sshi?-

-Filming will be only in Korea or we will travel abroad?- If so it would be bothersome.

-We’ve planned to film only in Korea but the script may change –

-Let us know in advance, so that we can organized the other schedule- again my manager proof to be a real one.

-Of course, of course- they just smile. How annoying.

-Ok- I wanted to finish this crap as soon as possible – If there’s nothing more…- I was already half standing when the representative took out a bunch of papers.

-Just one more thing – he let one paper slide across the table – you have to sign the contract-

I passed it to my manager. He read it very carefully and then passed it to me again, nodding.

I took out my pen and signed –Here you go, thank you very much for the time. And please, from now on take care of me – I bowed and then stood up again, with a fake bright smile on my lips – Sorry for the abrupt end but I have to practice –

-We understand – the PD bow his head a little – See you soon, Key-sshi-

I smiled and then left the room. I walked in silence until I reached the room where I knew Onew was having practice.

-Hyuuung- I was doing aegyo on purpose. He looked at me in disbelief.

-What...- after 10 seconds of silence he was able to articulate a word –Why are you here?-

-Hyuuung- I repeated hanging from his arm – I have to do a bad thing-

-What?- he wasn’t really scared by my aegyo, that would be Minho case – What do you have to do?-

-We got married- I pouted shaking his sleeve.

-Ah- he patted me on the head and then he started to laugh.

-Yah- I cut the act and smacked his arm – It’s a bad thing for real-

-Yeah, really a bad thing- he couldn’t restrain himself from laughing. He was already tearing up.

I crumbled on the little sofa – You’re not helping-

-I don’t have to help you – he said sitting next to me – Better, I can’t help you- he patted me on the head again –Have you told Jong about it?-

I shook my head – No, I have a week-

-Less- he made clear – If you had already sign the contract, tomorrow it will all be on the news-

I moaned more loudly.

-You have to talk to him tonight-

-I have to be killed tonight-

He didn’t answer; he just put an arm around my shoulder and gently my arm – I will find you a very fashionable grave- finally.

I looked up to the sky trying to ignore his laugh.

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So, here we go. My first story *screams* 

I'm not really sure where it will go but i want to try. I have few chapters and i'm busy too so I will updated a little slowly *bows* I'm sorry ç_ç

That's what i was thinkin while describing Key's clothes...he's just ahjbvsjovnpdsnspnsv