[[to understand more, please read my first story "Song and Key " this is a sequel to that story.]]

Taemin's POV

It’s been three days since YuNa showed up for work. MeiXing says that she’s sick, but she wont reply to my messages.

“Hyung, do you know what’s up with YuNa?” I ask Minho.

He cracks a smile.

“Are you worried?”

I shake my head.

“You two are close though, I just thought that you’d be concerned,” I mumble.

“Well MeiXing said that she caught a stomach bug and even though she hasn’t been here, she’s still been updating the site.”

I sigh, “Thanks to MeiXing and Key’s videotaping.”

As if on cue a camera appears in my face.

“Magnae, anything to say to SHINee’s writer?” Key teases.

I push the camera out of my face.

“Hyung,” I stress.

He winks at me.

“Tell YuNa something.”

I groan and hold the camera up to my face.

“Yah, YuNa! Get better soon. You’re driving me crazy.”

Key turns the camera off and looks to me.

“I’m taking MeiXing home today, want to come?”

I nod.

Something is up.

MeiXing's POV

I unlock the door for the boys but don’t open it.

“Taemin-ya, she’s been in her room for the past three days sleeping except for when she’s working. Please don’t be hard on her,” I request holding the knob firmly.

He bites his bottom lip and then looks up to me with eyes that I can only describe as deep.

“MeiXing, I could never hurt her,” he mutters.

I start to feel worse. He’s practically pleading to see her.

I twist the knob and push the door open.

Whatever’s got her feeling like this is serious.

I just hope that letting him over wasn’t the wrong thing to do.

Taemin's POV

I stand at the doorway to her room.

What do I say to her?

Is she really sick?

Was it something I did?

The possibilities begin to tear me up.

I knock once on the door with no answer.

I take a deep breath and push the door open.

She’s lying in her bed, tucked neatly at its sides. She doesn’t move.

What do I do? She really was sick.

While I was freaking out on the other side of her door, obsessing these past few days about why she was missing, she’s been sick, and there was nothing I did to help her.

I sit at the edge of her bed and brush the hair out of her face.

Her breath tickles my skin and I lean closer to her.

She doesn’t feel very warm.

I press my forehead to hers, “YuNa feel better.”

I kiss her softly and caress her lips with my thumb.

“These past three days have been so lame. I miss you.”

Her eyelids flutter open.

“Taemin?”

“YuNa, how are you feeling?”

She jumps up and hugs me.

I tighten my hold on her. “Are you feeling any better?”

She digs her fingers into my shoulders.

“Don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me.”

I pat her head.

“YuNa, I could never hate you,” I hush.

What’s this about?

“Don’t hate me,” she cries.

“YuNa, I could never hate you. Why are you saying these things?”

She becomes silent and the base of my neck with her fingers.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

I laugh, “I know, that’s why I told you to get better.”

She turns her face away from me and looks out her window, the same window where I first kissed her.

“Taemin, I can’t be with you anymore.”

I feel like something has been thrown at my stomach.

“Don’t say that.”

I hold her so that I can look her in the face.

“You don’t mean that.”

She doesn’t look at me.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be with you.”

I push the stray hair behind her ear, frantic.

“YuNa, stop joking around.”

Her face lowers but she never looks at me.

“I’m not playing around. Not everything is a game Taemin. Sometimes we just need to grow up.”

I hold her by the neck and rest my cheek against hers.

“What did I do? I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you,” I whisper.

She sounds so empty.

“It’s not you. Sometimes it’s just all about timing.”

I gasp. “If it’s about me being underage, my birthday is coming up. We have nothing to worry about. We just need to keep this a secret just a little while longer.”

She pushes me away.

“Sometimes it’s knowing when you need to give up.”

Her bangs hang in her face.

“YuNa, I’m not giving up on you.”

She looks at me, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m giving up you.”

The curtains close. This. Is. Our. End?

I wipe away her tears and look into her eyes.

“If you truly want this.”

She bites her lip and nods her head.

“This isn’t because you’re sick?”

She shakes her head.

I hold her chin up.

“Starting tomorrow.”

Tears slide out of her eyes.

“Starting tomorrow,” she repeats.

I press my lips to hers.

“Tomorrow,” I breathe into .

She kisses me back half heartedly.

She’s not telling me something.

D – mnit.

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...so....it's been about a week since i updated.

sorry about that. ._.

I currently started a new story that i'm kinda excited about.

it's a Minho story titled "Dear Hyung, I Think I Love You." (gender-blender / romance / comedy) There isn't a lot of drama in it so it's much easier to write.

anyways, i seem to be updating that one more and faster than this one. so if you get bored you can read it (got eight chapters up already...whoot!)...not trying to push.

Or you could watch "Heartstrings!" omo its so freaking cute! i keep spazing when Minhyuk's character appears because he's so adorable! >.<

.... back on track.

i wanted to note two things.

When Taemin says "the curtains close" i don't mean the curtains to her window litteraly close. it's a figure of speech, but i said it to someone the other day and they shook their head and told me "those aren't curtains...those are blinds." i just want to make sure that you understand TT_TT

second thing, I am aware that my writing style has changed. if it bother's you i am sorry, but i don't know how it changed...so freaking drastically. it's easier for me to write like this so i don't see a problem...but if you do, i'm sorry. u_u there's nothing i can really do about it.

much love,

meng.