Taekwoon blinked "E- Excuse me?"  A strange sort of ringing began to sound off in his ears, like a panic alarm blaring in his brain. He felt a lump form in his throat and, for a split second, he thought he was going to pass out again. "You heard him," Sanghyuk grinned slyly. The writer's hand tightened around Ravi's and he could feel the way the younger man had tensed up. 

Taekwoon bit his lip, waiting for the protests to come; they were written all over his face, scrawled in black ink only visible to himself. He didn't know why his heart seemed to sink at that. It just wasn't fair. Ravi had told him just the other day that he had kissed all those girls, that kisses didn't really matter... He couldn't deny he had felt a pang of jealousy when the rapper had mentioned his ex. He didn't know why at the time. 

"Can we at least get some privacy?" His chaotic thoughts halted at the question, like a train forced to come to an emergency stop when a tree had fallen onto the tracks. Everybody let out a chorus of disapointed groans, clearly upset they wouldn't get to see the show. "Just do it here," Hakyeon attempted to cajole him, only to be silenced with a stern glare. Hongbin huffed and pointed in the direction of the bathroom "You have five minutes."

Ravi nodded and got to his feet, pulling Taekwoon up off the ground along with him and leading him slowly to the door. Taekwoon let him, grimacing as his spine crunched aftersitting on the floor for too long. "Don't get carried away, you two!" Jaehwan sniggered as they entered the other room, the writer giving his friend a withered, helpless look before closing the door. 

He watched as Ravi clutched the edge of the sink with his free hand, head bowed so low his chin rested on his chest. Taekwoon just stood there statically, waiting. He could feel the tension being difused between them, thick and suffocating. It was enough to make him want to scream.

After a long, awkward pause, Ravi began to laugh quietly. He shook his head and let go of the basin. "Well, lets get this over with." He went to draw closer to Taekwoon with his lips slightly puckered before the writer pulled away, turning his back. "Hyung?"

"Shut up," he said.

"I wasn't going to-"

"Just shut up."

"What's up? I know this is awkward but-"

"I said, shut up!"

Just get this over with? He spun back round angrily, but before he could say anything,