”Hyung, there is no other option!" Shouted Taemin, standing up from his spot on a green-and-red striped cushion in Jonghyun's living room.

"I'm afraid Taemin's right," said Minho, stoically as always, reaching up for the youngest’s arm to rub it gently and calm him down.

Jinki turned to Jonghyun, searching for the last hope in his eyes. Jonghyun shook his head.
"Jinki, I won't get better in two days, I've-cough-called the doctor and I'm going to-cough-get some medicine for that , but the contest is on Tue-cough,cough-Tuesday. Tou have to do the main vocal. You know the lyrics. You have a really beautiful voice," Jonghyun rasped. ”We have been trying to get a place in this contest for yea-ehe-!" Jonghyun's words were cut off by yet another coughing fit.

"For years,” Taemin finished helpfully, "and you know well that if we don't take part this year, there's no other chance. Be confident! What is there to lose? You are leaving for Japan in three months and-”

"No need to remind me about that, Taem," mumbled Jinki.

Jinki had been assigned a job in the Japanese affiliate of the company he worked at. During five years of their activities as a band, in between rehearsals and gigs Jinki went to university, got a diploma and became a promising, young expert in stock exchange analysis, who additionally spoke Japanese on the advanced level. Consequently, he got the job at his first ever job interview and as much as he appreciated the fact that the possibility to work at the stock exchange in Tokyo opened him the door to every other job in the future, he wasn't happy to leave Korea, where his friends, his little sister and his parents lived.

"Please, do it for us. For Roaring Razors," Jonghyun whispered. "That's what we wanted to experience together."

Jinki looked into Taemin's begging eyes, felt the encouraging pat on the shoulder from Jonghyun and noticed Minho's expectant expression before letting out a loud sigh and giving them a small nod of consent.