The moon illuminated a person on a roof in the dead of night, the lights below glowing in an eerie pattern. A gentle wind rustled long thick locks of hair back from a beautiful face. The perfectly arched eyebrows, doe eyes, high cheekbones and full lips were not detracted by the fact that bruises littered the perfect face, nor the tear tracks that found their way down to the pointed chin. 

Raising a hand to blot out the moon, the figure sobbed once again. "What have I done? Can you please tell me what I've done?" No one heard their silent plea, but the moon seemed to shine brighter as if to reach the figure and comfort it.

"Taemin?" A voice rang out as a door swung open. "Taemin are you up here, I had a bad feeling...." The voice trailed off finding the figure that turned to him illuminated by the light from the doorway. "Ohh Tae-Baby." The man reached foward and brought the leaner, but not by much, body into his embrace. "It's alright I'm here."

"Key-umma, what have I done wrong?" Posed the young boy once again, but Key found he had no answer.