***This is the cheater chapter.  Not a single one of these is 100 words, but they're also all about the Devil Album, so I felt entitled to breaking some rules, just this once...***

We Can

            I took a drink from my water bottle while we took a break from our voice recording.  We were in the middle of recording We Can, which demanded more of my voice than most songs. 

            “Are you okay?” Kyuhyun asked, stealing my bottle from me and drinking from it.

            “I’m just a little tired.  I can’t wait to be done.”

            “It ain’t over till it’s over,” Kyuhyun teased, reciting the English lyrics to me.  “Should I pamper you when we get home?”

            I smiled at this.  “What are you going to do?”

            “Make you lunch, massage your sore feet, draw you a hot bubble bath, and then…” he said, moving closer so he could whisper in my ear, “kiss every inch of your body and…”

            “We’re in a sound booth!  I can’t hear every word you’re saying,” Yesung warned.  “Save it for later.”

            Kyuhyun smirked and looked over his shoulder.  “Jealous, hyung?  You don’t have someone to pamper you?”

            “Who says I don’t?” Yesung challenged.  “But I sure as hell wouldn’t want it to be you!”

            I couldn’t help but laugh and Kyuhyun smacked my behind as punishment.

            “From the chorus,” the sound technician instructed us, tapping on the glass. 

            We put our headphones back over our ears.  The music played, leading up to the chorus.  When it started, we all began to sing, “We can fly away!”  From there, Kyuhyun sang the next line, winking at me as he sang.

Devil

            I was busy with the cordi-noonas when they recorded Ryeowook’s shots with the models for the Devil music video.  I discovered later that they arranged that intentionally.  When we looked over the shots later, I realized why and blew up.

            “What the hell is she doing?  She’s got her hands all over you!” I said, glaring at Ryeowook.

            Ryeowook rolled his eyes.  “Her hand is on my shoulder, Kyu.”

            “She was totally feeling you up!”

            “I told them they had to behave because my significant other would get insanely jealous if they played it up too much and they did.”

            “The hell they did!  I didn’t even sit on the couch with the girls in my shot.  I sat on the floor to keep my distance from them.  You should have stayed further away.”

            Heechul grabbed me by the back of the collar and forced me to sit down in the nearest vacant chair.  “Calm the hell down!  You didn’t see me making funky demands of the girls because I was worried that Gunhee wouldn’t understand.  He knows I’m just acting and that I’m not interested in them.  If you trust Wookie, act like an adult about this.”

            I pouted—not very adult like, I know—and crossed my arms over my chest, but I shut my mouth, glaring at the screen whenever I saw the offending shot.  Ryeowook walked over to me and sat down on my lap, straddling me, and s his arms arou