Taemin paced his room, twisting his hands with every step. How did Onew do this??, he thought. His love for banana milk was like Onew's lov for chicken and it was hitting him hard. He thought of ways around it. Maybe if I'm nice he'll drop it, or if I give him a whole bucket of chicken! He hit his forehead with the palms of his hands. Stupid, stupid! As if he'll forgive me for this, I'm doomed!