"Thank you all so much for joining us! Today on the show we have the one and only Ken to talk to us about the new charity he's set up for young children who've been abandoned because of their uality. Ken welcome"

"Hi! Thank you so much for having me, it's so great to be back here again!". I was known for my enthusiasm - as well as my silky smooth, high ranging voice of course - but the enthusiasm I felt towards this lady was 250% fake.

I've met this lady before, twice in fact and each time was even worse than the last. She was unbelievably rude and snobby; everything I told myself that I wouldn't become when I got famous.

Although on camera she was exactly the opposite, always cracking jokes and making herself out to be a goody two shoes. I hate people like that, like seriously why you gotta be like that?

"Well thank you for accepting our invitation! Now why don't you tell us about your charity? I'm sure we'd all love to know"

I only accepted your invitation because my management promised to let me slack on my snacks you stupid .

"Well I set up this charity in hopes that the young people of our world, could stop being afraid you know? I understand that coming out is an extremely hard task and some people - most people - don't have anyone they can talk to about it. 'We're Here' is a charity that helps fundraise money for homes for children who've been kicked out can go and stay at. As well as these homes, 'We're Here' has a helpline that children can call to talk to someone about what they're feeling, what they're going through or simply just someone who'll listen to their tears"

"Well isn't that just amazing, give a round of applause for Ken everybody!"

The live audience applauds me and I smile sweetly at them, bowing my head slightly feeling just that little bit embarrassed.

The interview then drags on to a finish and I'm finally able to go home; but for some reason I asked my driver to drop me off at one of the homes.

"I just want to check up on things" I tell him when he gives me that unsure look everyone seems to love giving me lately. I'm not that bad to handle, don't be so dramatic.

"Come and pick me up in a few hours ok? I'll call you" I tell him, closing the door an rushing through the to the building before he can stop me. My management are quite strict on when I can go out and for how long I can be out. I'm sure my manager will have an absolute fit when my driver turns up without me.

I walk through the door and duck instantly as I see a ball being thrown my way. It rebounds off the door and smacks someone - the thrower - in the face, the group around him start to laugh before finally helping him up and walking off.

"Boys! Apologise, you almost hit this poor man-ohmygod it's Ken! Boys apologise right now! You almost ruined Ken's face, do you really want to be responsible for that!?"

The lady seemed to ramble on and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's fine really, maybe if the ball had of hit me my nose would've finally gotten smaller"

I walked forward and offered my hand to the lady, who seemed to be as red as a beetroot.

"You obviously know who I am, so who might you be?" I ask with a polite smile...maybe using the fact that she seems to be head over heels for me to my advantage.

"Oh! I'm Karen, I'm in charge of this particular household" her confidence seems to be a lot higher than the first time she spoke after realising it was me.

Do I really have that affect on people?

"I love what you've done to the place" I chuckle. I was here when this place was first bought and it's gone through quite a few changes - for the better. I usually would come to check on this household as it's a lot easier for me because it's a short distance from my home and recording studio.

"Well thank you, we have tried a lot and got the kids involved in the decorations" Karen smiled sweetly at me, she smiled a smile that I have seen all too many times and I smile I have always rejected. I don't find woman attractive...at all. Why else do you think I opened a home for homoual people if I myself wasn't? God people use your brains

Shouts were heard from somewhere in the house and Karen excused herself quickly. I took this as an opportunity to walk around the place and scope it out, maybe meet soome of the people and hear their stories. I just walked around smiling softly at the people who offered me smiles. I had walked into what looked like a lounge room when I saw one lone boy sitting in the corner of the room. He had earphones in and was bopping along to the music, a pen in his hand as he scribbled things down.

He looked so focused until he suddenly looked up. Hi eyes loicked with mine and I knew straught away there was no going back. I was looking into the eyes of the most beautiful human I had ever seen in my life. I walked towards him and he took out his earphones, eyes seemingly wide and baffled looking .

"Hi" I murmur, absolutely stunned at the boy's features. He smiles up at me and opens his mouth to speak, "H-Hello". I couldn't help but chuckle at how awkward we both seemed. "I'm Ken" I smile sitting down next to him, my back leaning against the wall. He nods and sends me a shy smile. "I know, I'm a big fan of your music. I love the collaboration you did with Jung Leo, that was-that was really beautiful"

"Well thank you very much, I enjoyed working with him. He's a good friend, we went-"

"To high school together, yeah I know. I'm a big fan of him too"

"You seem to know your facts there..." I trailed off not knowing his name. "Oh, I'm Ravi" he smiles gently up at me. Such a weird name, it didn't sound like it would be his real name.

"Ravi?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, y-yeah. It's not my real name, I just like-It's my stage name, kinda" he explains confusingly. He looks down at the ground and suddenly seems nervous.

"Stage name? You want to sing?" I questioned and he shakes his head. "I want to rap. I mean I can sing kind of, but rapping makes me feel complete. That's what I'm writing here" He pulls out his book he was writing in earlier and shows me. "They're stupid and silly, but I mean they're a work in progress" he mumbles as I read down the lyrics on the page.

"These are wonderful Ravi" I smile looking up at him. "A tad ual, but that's what happens when you're your age doesn't it?" i chuckle as he blushes slightly. "I don't mean to make them ual, but they just come out like that. I mean I can change them if-"

"No! Don't change them, Ravi they're wonderful the way theyare. Change them if you genuinely want to, but don't do it because someone else tells you to. Ok?." He nods and smiles brightly at me, as if thankful for my somewhat words of wisdom.

"So what's your real name? Or aren't you going to tell me?" I ask bumping my shoulder against his. He bites his lip and looks down, almsot like he was thinking of soomething to say.

"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine" he bargins, a smirk on that pretty face of his.

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"When you told me you'd tell me your name if I told you mine, I didn't actually believe you. I thought, 'He already knows my name, he has to' and I was right; wasn't I Wonshik?" I chuckle as I pull out his chair for him. He thanks me silently with a smirk hiding just behind his smile.

"You're so smart Jaehwan" I chuckle at his teasing tone and move around to sit back at my seat. "I thought I knew a lot about you, but I don't recall reading that cooking was a specialty of yours". I chuckle and bite my lip, "I-It's not. I mean I can't even cook cup noodles properly, hence why I have a chef and Jung Taekwoon as my best friend"

"And who do I have the pleasure of thanking for this wonderful looking - and smelling - meal then?"

"Taekwoon"

"Ahh well, make sure you say thank you next time you see him"

"There's no need for that. You can just do it yourself, Taekwoonie!" I call and the look on Wonshik's face was utterly priceless. He seemed confused and maybe even a tad frightened. Taekwoon's not that scary when you get to know him, I mean if he hasn't killed me or his brother Hakyeon then I think Wonshik is safe from his wrath.

"I do wish you wouldn't call me that, you know how clingy Sanghyuk gets when others call me that"

Wonshik jumps in his seat, hand on his heart and he swivels around to see Takewoon standing behind him.

"Good evening Wonshik" Taekwoon bows ever so elegantly and I could see Wonshik was about to fall of his seat. I could tell that no-one had ever been so respectful to him - of course I was the exception  It does seem to be in Taekwoon's nature to be respectful, although one could tell that his particular personality would not offer the same kidness to those who pay no respect to him.

"G-Good evening. T-Thank you v-very much for the meal" Wonshik mumbles making me smile. "You don't have to be so frightened Wonshikkie, really Taekwoonie is just an oversized kitten"

Taekwoon pretends to bite the air before winking softly and moving back into the dimming light of the kitchen. I laughed silently at my friend's weird ways as Wonshik tuned back to face me. "You invite your best friend to all your dates?" Wonshik asks me making me chuckle and look down at my food momentarily.

"Only the ones that truly matter"

I could see the blush creep back onto Wonshik's face and it amde me feel wonderful.

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The dinner went smoothly, so smoothly that I knew I needed to see him again and I knew he'd want to see me. Does that sound too cocky? Probably but I don't care because I adore Wonshik and his company. The most recent time I saw him was even more cliche than the last, I took him to a carnival..and I may or mot have have rented the park out for oursevlves.

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"Jaehwan hyung, there's nobody here"

"I know, I rented the park out for us"

Wonshik turned to gasp at me, eyes wide open and jaw agape. I knew what Wonshik was thinking, I'd heard him murmur the words in his sleep. Wonshikie thought he was inferior, and dirty compared to me. He didn't understand how much I loved him, or why I would.

"I know what you're thinking, and stop that. I do things like this for you because I love you, and I adore that silly grin you give me and that amazed laugh. Wonshik, I feel like I live to please you"

I take his warm hands in mine and take a step forward, leaning forward and you can see the cold air chilling our breaths as I breathe out.

"I love you Wonshik"

Our lips touched and suddenly it didn't matter. I was Lee Jaehwan, the homoual runaway; not Ken the idol. It flet like while I had been running away from my past,  and I found my future.

---------- Nine months later----------

"Hey babe look at this!" I shout, grinning from ear to ear as I watch the events play out on the television.

"Coming!" I hear Wonshik shout, and when I hear his footsteps I turn around, only to choke on air as I see Wonshik has just gotten out of the shower and all he's wearing is a towel wrapped around his waist..dangerously low. The water droplets sliding their way down his ravishing body.

"Oh hey it's us!" Wonshik grins, rushing over to come and sit on the couch. I'm glad he didn't decide to sit on my lap or else it would've taken all my self control not to take him right there.

Wonshik was right though, it was us. It was us coming out to the world. Wonshik was watching so intently that I had to stop myself from watching so I could stare at his gorgeous features. I felt something grip my hand and looked down to see Wonshik's hand holding mine.

I sighed happily and rested my head on his shoulder as we continued to watch the broadcast.

"I love you Wonshikkie"

Author's Note:

I'm sorry, I know it got sloppy as it went on.

Not Edited.