The studio was dark and eerie. Key and Jonghyun stood in the studio alone, waiting for their manager and leader to finish talking. They could see them through the glass pannel on the wall that looked into the studio. As Jonghyun watched, he started to notice how awakward their leader was. He sighed and tapped his foot impatiently. He had been anxious to record for the past month. They had trained so hard, he felt as if recording would make them a real a group, it would make Shinee real. To jonghyun, you couldn't be in a boy group without any songs. As soon as he recorded, He would be a real vocalists and their hard work would have paid off.

So as he waited, he felt an eargerness and anxiousness come to him. he watched the leader and manager with hawk eyes, analyzing every movement they made. He squinted his eyes and practically bore holes into them with his gaze. As he stared, he noticed a third person coming into the recording room on the other side of the glass. He didn't recognize the person's face. In truth, he was utterly confused as to who it was. He figured that it was a falculty person or something of the sort.

He became even more confused, however, when he watched this third person lead their manager and leader out of the recording studio completely. He cocked his head to the side and exchanged glances with Key. It wasn't until then that he become truly aware of Key's presence. Now he seemed hyperaware of the other boy. He could hear him breathing and feel his body heat. It was just Jonghyun and Key in this studio, no one else.

In Jonghyun's head, he thought of how romantic it would be to confess in a studio, and then have such a sweet memmory in such a place. Just the thought of it put a silly grin upon his face. He turned towards key and cleared his throat so he could say his long, loving speech that he had been panning since early in the morning.

Most people would have thought that confessing your love to a group mate was a bad idea, or atleast something that needed a few days thought. However, Jonghyun was a brash young man and made split second descions. Not only was he brash and bold, he also stuck to his descions whole heartedly. In Jonghyun's odd little mind, he needed Key just as he needed to be a singer. He needed singing to satisfy his need for passion and something to put effort in and to work for. He needed Key to satisfy his need for beauty and of things small and sweet. Every man, to Jonghyun, needed something to cure their lusts and lonliness and wantings and to understand their thoughts so they wouldn't have to think alone.

"Key..." He said while he took his first glance at the boy. But, nervousness hit him in the core. His lips stopped while he was trying to talk. They quivered and hung in the air. He felt uncomfortable and nervous and he suddenly wanted to run out of the room and leave Key in the studio alone. How was he supposed to tell someone so flawless that he loved them?

"What?" Key said in his sweet voice. He gazed at Jonghyun with his cat-like eyes with their heavy lashes. His creamy skin glowed in the dim lighting. His lips were suple and had a rosy wash. Jonghyun's mouth gaped open in a awe filled look. Key rested his weight on one foot and put his hand on his hip. He was filled with attitude.

"What's wrong with you? Helllloooo?" He said waving his hand in front of Jonghyun's face. Jonghyun was taken a back and pulled away from Key.

"Oh...I..I wanted to..to tell you something!" He said in a stuttery voice. Key looked at him expectantly. Jjong had trouble letting the words leave his throat, not because he was regretting his choice. He had trouble because he suddenly felt nervous in front of Key.

"You....your.....I...I think we should....I don't know..." Jonghyun stuttered and fretted. Key gave him a confused look and put his hand on Jonghyun's wobbling shoulder.

"Gwenchana?" He asked with a worried look. Jonghyun loved Key for that worried look.

"Ne...ne...Just...I wanted to tell you that--" Jonghyun's words were cut off when a worker came into the room. Jonghyun stared at the man in anger at the intrusion.

"Oh, Hello!" Key said to the large, hulking man. The worker just snorted in reply to key and continued wobbling through the room. Key pouted by the man's rude greeting and Jonghyun felt himself grow angry. He stared at the man with contempt. The worker was large and his body was far more that stout. His flesh was pinkish and oily from eating too many fat filled foods. His snout was upturned, displaying his large, wide nostrils. His eyes were beady and black. Their were hairs on his body that were bristled and stubby. Jonghyun mentally cursed the worker that was waddling about lazily, messing with equietment.

Even though Jonghyun was angry the worker had interupted him, he was secretly relieved inside. He had been nervous and unsure. He reassured himself mentally that he could confess in a more special and memmorable way anyway. He sighed in frustation and relief. Jonghyun had been getting a lot of mixed emotions lately. He was excited and nervous half the time. He was tired and eager the other half of the time. The only constant feeling he had was a feeling of longing to be with Key. His drive for success was also a hidden hue lingering in his mind.

"You can tell me later." Key said while giving the worker a distastful look. Jonghyun knew Key was shooting daggers at the worker and started feeling a slight pity for the large, hulking man. Key's glares could burn holes through walls.

"ne....later." Jonghyun said with certaintity. He was going to confess to Key in the best way possible. He just had to think of it first.

The walk from the dance practice room to the recording studio was silent. Minho felt annoyed and just plain aggrivated as he walked. He was bitter with Taemin because he had to walk all the way to the bathroom trying to hide his from passerbys. It wasn't as easy as it sounded. He was, after all, well endowed and was merely wearing basketball shorts. He regretted his choice of clothing this morning. When he had arrived at the bathroom, he did everything he could to calm himself down and to cool his hot blood, but nothing succeed. He was left to do the one thing he didn't want to do, touch himself in a public bathroom stall.

So now, as they walked down the hall, Minho couldn't help but feel angry at the maknae for having such an affect on him. However, he was even angrier at himself for letting such a small boy have such a huge impact on him. What happened to self control? He chastised himself as he walked.

Their was an uncomfortable silence around them. Minho and Taemin were normall chatter boxes and could enver stop their endless blabbering together. Even when Onew hyung was telling them about upcoming schedules, they would whisper and laugh softly together. Currently, they walked side to side, and silence filled the air. Minho held fast to his bitterness.

"Hyung, are you mad at me?" Taemin said quietly while Minho was lost in thought. Minho looked down at the boy that was walking beside him, and felt a guilt for making him think he was upset with him. When looking at Taemin's soft, doe eyes and his small, fragily worried pout displayed on his taut mouth, Minho's anger was cooled. He couldn't keep his anger at the younger for long, because he just liked him too much. He quickly put his arm around Taemin's small shoulders in his comforting way.

"Of course not, Taemin-ah. I'm just tired today." Taemin took Minho's words and was comforted by them. They were simple, but enough to calm down his worries. It was then that they reached the door to the recording studio , Minho's arm gripping tightly on the younger. He liked how the young boy's warmth traveled into his own body. He niavely thought that's what was making his heart feel warmed and tender, not once thinking this feeling to be the sensation of a tender new love.

"You need more rest, hyung. You work so hard." Taemin said with his worried little arm going around Minho's waist. Minho couldn't help but feel even more tender caring for the boy for this. He knew Taemin was just as tired as himself, yet he still cared for Minho's well being.  He loved steadfastly Taemin's bit of admiration in his voice.

"Don't worry about me, Taemin-ah. You work just as hard." Minho said to sound humble. Taemin seemed to be giddy because of this and only clung to the older more tightly. When Minho reached to open the door to the studio, he heard his name being called.

"Minho-ah~!" He heard his leader yell to him. He turned and saw Onew walking beside an other boy. The boy seemed older, defiantly hyung, and he walked with a bit of aragoance in his step.

"Onew hyung...i thought you were in there?" Minho said motioning to the studio's door. Onew smiled at him and shook his head.

"I just went out for a second to talk to Leeteuk." He said motioning to the boy beside him. Leeteuk smiled at the boys, but the smile was vacant and lacked warmth. It was a fake smile they used in pictures when people told you to say "cheese." Minho mouth contorted into a uncomfortable smile that matched Leeteuk's. Taemin, however, grinned happily at the older's regaurdless. Trying to break the awkward silence, Leeteuk spoke,

"I see you're working on fanservice?" He said, an odd twinkle lighting his eyes, as he looked down at the two boys clinging to eachother. Minho didn't understand what he was saying and just stared at him with a blank gaze. Taemin cocked his head to the side.

"It's something our group does quite naturally. I think it'll be good for when we're having live performances." onew said knowingly. Leeteuk smiled and nodded at the boys as if he approved. He patted Onew's shoulder before taking his leave, saying his proper goodbyes and then turning his back.

As Onew led the two boys into the studio, Minho tapped his arm lgihtly, signaling him to come closer.

"Hyung,,what's fan service?" He asked quietly, watching as Taemin walked into the studio and began to merriely talk to Key and Jonghyun.

"It's like...public Skinship. Fan girls like it." Onew said, not really paying attention and watching as a working tampered with the equitment. Minho felt a little bit of happiness warm his heart. It was nice to know he could still hold Taemin's hand when they were famous.

(A/N): Aloha!

Tried updating....THREE TIMES. Got deleted THREE TIMES. Fourth attempt worked. So, i apologize for the delay! I ahve learned form my mistakes however.

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