“Kibum hyung?”

No answer.

“Kibum hyung?”

No answer.

“KEY HYUNG!”

Kibum came sprinting into 16 year old Taemin's room, a worried look plastered on his face. When he saw Taemin sat in the middle of his bed, his phone in hand, his face eased a little at no sign of pain on Taemin's face. What he did then notice, however, was the tear stains tainting his cheeks and making the makeup from their earlier schedule run down his face. His worried look washed over him again and he sat at the end of the bed and enveloped the younger in a hug.

“What's wrong, Taeminnie?”

“I'm scared, hyung.”

“Of what?”

“Well...” Taemins voice trailed off as he released himself from Kibum's hold and sat cross-legged on the bed once again, his hands in his lap and his eyes focusing on the twirling of his fingers.

“Well?”

“I think I'm in love, hyung. And I'm afraid.”