"Here." I handed him an ice pack, "Put it on your balls."

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"PUT IT ON YOUR DAMN BALLS!"

"Wow, language much?"

"Here! You want me to put it on your balls for you?" I asked, grabbing the ice pack.

"No way! Leave my balls alone!" he snatched it back and cafefully placed it on his crotch.

"Gosh," he sighed, "I'm turning into Key."

I laughed, "Hey, don't you guys have like this concert tonight?"

He slapped his forehead, "Oh great! How the hell am I suppose to dance like this?"

"Just sit in the chair like Minho did when he injured his chair." I suggested.

A/N: Before I edited this, I typed in CAR instead of CHAIR. Stupid... >.<

"No way, I'm the LEAD singer." He groaned, "I have to be dancing or else the camera will always point to me and not the others when they're dancing..."

We both thought for a moment.

"Well, you can't cancel the show..." I sighed.

"Oh! What if you fill in for me?" he asked.

I stared at him, with my eyes wide, "Are you crazy?"

"No."

"No way, man. I balls."

"Here we go again with the balls..." he laughed, "Look, I know you know the songs and the dance moves. You can do this."

"No way..." I crossed my arms like a little kid.

"Please..." he pouted.

Gosh, he was too cute to resist. How can a guy like him be cute, annoying, and so hot at the same time?

"Fineee." I grumbled.

"Yay!" he embraced me like a little kid.