A/N: How I think Jae reacted to Junsu's EBS Space Empathy broadcast. Keeping in mind that recruits are usually not allowed phones, music, TV or internet access while in bootcamp.

Thirty kilometre timed march, with kit, over rough terrain. On three hours of sleep and with most of my body still sore from yesterday's PT extravaganza. And I couldn't stop grinning. If they'd asked me to practice the choreo for O-Jung.Ban.Hap at each stop or sing half of my new album at the top of my voice, I'd have done it without a second thought.

I was so miserable yesterday, thinking I'd have to wait until my first leave to see Junsu's TV appearance. Or at least until after graduation. Instead, I was prodded awake at midnight when I'd barely fallen asleep, only to see our sergeant turn up with a laptop. I was dragged out of bed and shoved down into a chair. Then they plonked the laptop in front of my face and crowded around to watch Junsu right along with me.

And boy, did he look good!

But watching it hurt, too.

He was so tense. The smile disappeared the longer the program ran, and he was fighting to keep his emotions out of play. It hurt that I couldn't be there to support him. Hurt, because Junsu is usually the most stoic of the three of us, the most consummate performer. He rarely lets anything get in the way, especially when he has an audience. To see him lose it like that… gods, I wanted to be everywhere but where I was right then. Even knowing that it was a ing recording, I wanted to be there.

The guys picked up on it eventually, however much I was trying to hide it. But there were no jokes or questions. They simply huddled closer. Nobody said anything when the program was done. We just bowed our thanks to our sergeant and went to bed. I kept hearing Junsu's voice in my head, choked with emotion, and kept seeing the tear streaks on his face and all I wanted was a phone, a chance to talk to him.

It wasn't until halfway through the march that I found out that the previous day's exertions had been part of a deal the guys had made with the brass. If the whole troop passed all tests on the first try, they'd give us a chance to watch Junsu's program.

Only nobody bothered to tell me about it.

So it seems I need to make my own deal one of these days. Just to return the favour.