“Hyung, I’m in love.” Key raised an eyebrow as he observed the mop of messy brown hair that had collapsed on his textbook. Gingerly, he pushed the hair back until he could see a forehead and hit it hard.  Taemin yelped, rubbing his head furiously. He made a sound akin to a puppy whining. “Taeminnie,” Kibum sighed. “You fall in and out of love every week. You can’t expect me to believe that it’s serious this time. I don’t approve but tell me, who’s the lucky bo