His lips never touched mine, I realize. I lean against the tree, catching my breath. My hands tremble slightly as I let out a low whimper. How could he? How could I? I try to remember what I was feeling, but all I remember was the pounding of blood in my ears and the heavy thumping in my chest. There was something about that moment... Something about that made me want him to kiss me.

I'm losing my mind, I think frantically as I grip at my temples. There's no way... There's just no way.

"Taemin!" a voice calls. I look up to see Onew racing towards me, jacket flying.

"Onew," I greet, my voice b with sweet relief.

"I saw that you didn't come back with Minho and the others, so I came out to check on you. How are you?" Onew asks, placing a hand on my shoulder. I lean into the touch and smile.

"I'm better now," I say, and he touches my hair with a grin.

"Let's go back in," he invites. I cringe at the thought of being in the same house with Minho again.

"Let's not," I say quickly. I grab his arm and lock eyes with him. His eyes are clear and innocent, like those of a student waiting for a teacher's explaination.

"Why not?" he asks.

"Um... I don't want... I mean..." I can't even form words now. What is wrong with me? Then I finally come to a decision. I don't want to be with Minho right now. I look up at Onew resolutely. No, not Minho. "Please take me out," I whisper. He seems to perk up.

"Really?" he asks happily. I nod and he grabs my wrist. I don't care where we go, as long as we don't go back into that house with Minho in it. Not after... I toss one last look at the large house before I follow Onew.

He's better than Minho. I should want to kiss Onew, not... him.

"Where's Taemin?" Key asks as I set Yoogeun in front of the television.

"I don't know," I answer, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Aren't you going to go find him?" Key asks as he turns on the device. Yoogeun sits quietly, mesmerized by the bright animations and cheesy voices.

"No," I reply, siting behind Yoogeun. I feel a feather duster hit my head.

"Yah! Go out and find him!" Key demands. I glare up at him.

"No," I snarl. I bat him away and go back to watching the cartoon. The feather duster hits me again.

"He's with Onew," Key hisses.

"I know," I mutter, never leaving the TV. Yoogeun leans back in my arms and relaxes, and I crack a small smile. I hear Key grind his teeth.

"Why is Key angry?" Yoogeun inquires, eyes still glued to the screen.

"Because he's an idiot," I mutter.

"Who?" a new voice asks. I throw my hands into the air.

"Great! Just great!" I exclaim, exasperated as Jonghyun gives Key a shady look. Key rolls his eyebrows and Joghyun sighs. Key just shrugs glares at me. They have a code. Great.

"So why won't you go after Taemin?" Jonghyun asks.

"Bye!" I snap, standing up and storming off.

"Oh sure, run away from your problems," Key snarls. I groan and facepalm.

"If I go after Taemin, will you stop nagging?" I roar. Wrong word choice. Within mere seconds, Key's eyes narrow and his lips part to reveal fangs. Even Jonghyun shies away.

"Nagging?" Key asks softly. "This is NOT nagging. You want to hear nagging?"

"N-"

"GET OFF YOUR AND CHASE AFTER TAEMIN! YOU NEVER TAKE ANY RESPONISIBILITY! YOU'RE ALWAYS ABOUT YOU, YOU, YOU! YOU CAN'T EVEN LOOK AFTER YOUR OWN KID PROPERLY! NOW MARCH, YOUNG MAN, AND DON'T YOU DARE GIVE ME ANY ATTITUDE ABOUT IT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, CHOI MINHO! FOR ONCE YOU'RE GOING TO MAN UP AND FACE YOUR ISSUES! I DON'T CARE HOW MANY THINGS YOU HAVE TO DO THIS AFTERNOON, YOU ARE CANCELLING THEM! DON'T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME! GET ON THE PHONE AND CANCEL! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? I NEVER SAID YOU COULD MOVE! NOW OFF TO YOUR ROOM AND CLEAN UP! YOU LOOK LIKE A MESS! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO CATCH TAEMIN LOOKING LIKE A HURRICANE STRANGLED YOU? DON'T YOU TALK BACK TO ME, YOUNG MAN! CLOSE THAT MOUTH OF YOURS AND MARCH! YOU WANT SOME MORE NAG-"

"I GET IT!" I shout, running away as fast as my legs will carry me. Nagging Key... It's like Dante's Seventh Circle of Hell, but worse, because this one is armed.

My room seems like a haven from the shrieking outside as I slam the door shut. I look in the mirror and smooth out my hair, tugging at the lapels of my suit. I'm not that bad looking right now, am I? I wipe a smudge of dirt from my cheek, and my eyes freeze on my lips.

Why did I almost kiss him? That annoying that I swore I'd hate...

It was just for the contest, I think fiercely. I'm only doing this to win. There's no way I really want to kiss him. No way I really want his lips under mine, his hands gripping at my chest and arms and neck and hair, his body pressed to mine, his tongue rubbing against mine, his breath hot and heavy on my face...

I shake my head to rid myself of the image. Bad Minho! It's only for the contest...

Right?

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!? THAT'S SO LIKE YOU, RUSH INTO A SITUATION WITHOUT ASKING FOR SOME INFORMATION FIRST! WHAT DO YOU THINK WE ARE, STUPID!?" What did I ever do to deserve this torture?

"Where are they?" I call out. I give my hair another once-over, tying it back with a rubber band. It's too long, really, but I like it.

"AN AMUSEMENT PARK!" Key shrieks. My door opens and I spin around, ready to snap any neck I have to in order to survive.

Luckily, it's just Yoogeun. He clambers onto my bed and looks at me with wide eyes.

"What's an amusement park?" he asks innocently. I feel my jaw hang limply off the hinges. Sometimes Taemin's life seems too sad to be true if Yoogeun doesn't even know what an amusement park is.

"It-it's a... I don't even..." My mind runs blank before I gather myself. "I'll take you."

"Really?" Yoogeun asks, bouncing up and down on his bed. I chuckle.

"Go get dressed," I reply. He sprints off and I sigh.

I really don't want to kiss Taemin, I think one more time before following my son to his room in order to dig through outfits. Fun.

I laugh for the billionth time today at Onew's jokes. I love being here with him. I'm relaxed for once, and I'm able to just let it all go.

"I have a better one," Onew says as soon as he regains his own breath.

"I doubt it," I sing softly. He commences anyway, just as I turn to look at him. He suddenly looks so handsome under the bright artificial lights, the rollercoasters sinking behind his head as he smiles brightly, looking into the distance. So handsome I want to...

"So a neutron walks into a bar-"

"Kiss me," I request, the words slipping from my lips before I can even process them. He freezes and his eyes turn to me slowly.

"Wh-what?" he asks, stammering as I blush and look down. Yet, I want this, right? I want him to kiss me. Better him than...

"Kiss me," I squeak out. I look up into his face as it morphs from shock to acceptance. Then it's a hint of joy as he bends down, his breath soft against my face. My heart quickens its pace and I close my eyes, tilting my face to recieve his lips.

"Taemin," he murmurs. I part my lips for him, waiting... wanting...

"HEY GUYS!" ing bastard.

A/N - Life, I hate you. I really do ;^;

But so yeah... ing training for Yoogeun, and at such a young age ^.^

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