Airplanes in the Night Sky - Onkey

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Title: Airplanes in the Night Sky

Pairing: Onew/Key, ot5

Rating: PG-13Summary: A boy falls in love with someone who wishes on huge steel frames floating in

the air with flaming jets.

Disclaimer: My story. The end.

A/N: I finally did it. It took months of writing, months of pounding the keyboard, but I

finished. This is inspired by the movie My Love By My Side. This also incorporates someof the lyrics from B.O.B.'s Airplanes as well as SHINee's Life. All three productions are

amazing, so you should check them out. I really do hope you enjoy.

Dedicated to: joiceechan , saikocchi and special thank you to acrosstherug for

beta-ing. Also, thank you to lemon95 for reading it over. If there's someone I

promised to dedicate, but forgot, please let me know!

Amidst the thumping of the bass, the yelling of the DJ's voice, and the roar of young

people high off the whirl of flashing lights and gyrating bodies, one young man glanced

wistfully at the dance floor. His finger traced light patterns on the marble bar he leanedagainst, and his foot tapped a slight rhythm against that of the pumping music. As the

mob of swarming bodies continually grew, Onew sighed before ordering another drink,

his fifth for the night.

Funny, he thought bitterly, I can down alcohol like none other, yet can't dance to save mylife. As he chugged the glass of bitter vodka, Onew reminisced how he had ended up insuch a situation.

Theoretically, Onew should have followed his daily routine and left for home as soon as

the company clock struck five in the afternoon. After staring at multiple Excelspreadsheets and punching numbers into the computer for hours, this was the highlight of

his day. However, because of a particularly well finished business meeting that day, in

which Onew had somehow managed to strike a multi-million dollar deal with another company after singing a rendition of "A Whole New World," he had found himself

smothered in his boss's arms and carried away to a club. Onew's "ingenious actions" had

saved the company from financial crisis and for a reward, he got to dance the night away,all of which would be great if the guy had any control over his motor coordination. There

was a reason why he preferred being holed up in his cozy two-room apartment with a

nice book as opposed to being with people on the dance floor- he had the tendency toflood the local hospital's ER with patients complaining of broken bones.

So what is a guy like him to do except down glass after glass of liquor, watching the

colourful strobe lights flicker on and off bodies and slowly losing himself in the thick air of sweat, alcohol, and music. Onew morosely deemed himself as incapable of having a

normal social life and raised his hand to order another glass.

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Which is why he was a bit perplexed when his outstretched hand did not meet the cold

glass of liquor, but instead met a warm pale hand adorned with several rings. He stared

curiously at the hand for a brief moment before glancing upwards to the sound of a smallchuckle.

Perhaps it was the multi-coloured dance lights or perhaps even the effects of heavyalcohol, but Onew could have sworn he saw pink and purple sparkles dance in the feline

eyes staring into his own. The almond-shaped orbs, heavily lined with kohl, crinkled in

delight, complimenting a small pink smile. The male's hand gripped tightly to Onew'sfingers, metal rings clinking against one another in cold cacophony.

"No one should dance alone," a soft voice reached Onew's ears. It took him a moment to

piece together that those words had come from the stranger's small lips, but by the timecomprehension had occurred, Onew had been pulled halfway across the dancefloor and

surrounded by a mass of moving bodies. He developed a sudden case of claustrophobia

as the gyrating mob grew closer around him, and felt an oncoming panic attack when

suddenly, those small hands felt their way into Onew's own again.

Grasping Onew's hands in a firm and confident manner, the stranger lifted their armsabove the crowd and swirled them in a circle, allowing for some movement to occur in

time to the thumping music. Soon, the stranger was twisting his hips and twirling on the

spot, matching the deep bass that seemed to shake the entire building. Onew watched

mesmerized as the boy before him danced with a serene aura, caught up in his own worldof movement and music, moving with the flow of sound as water might flow through a

river- completely natural and just so right. With his eyes closed, his body swaying, and

his beautiful face- pale, sharp, pristine, harsh, soft- an unforgettable face, Onew thought-the boy possessed a certain peaceful quality that made Onew's heart ache in longing.

"Why aren't you dancing?"

Onew blinked to see the stranger pouting at him with a slight scowl imprinted upon his

face. Quickly, Onew shook his head and stepped back. The feline eyes narrowed slightly before the stranger grasped Onew's hands with even more vigor, pulling him back.

"No one should dance alone," he said again, his light voice carrying over even the

deafening romps of the speakers. Onew nervously glanced around the room, eyesdesperately searching for something, anything, other than the piercing orbs before him.

"Erm...I...I don't....dance," Onew mumbled, lightly tugging his hands out of the other'sgrasps. He gave a nervous smile before turning away.

"Everyone can dance," the soft voice continued. Onew turned back to see the other standing still in place. "Some people just take it for granted."

With the lights and bodies of dancers swirling around him, the boy looked so vulnerable

and lost amongst the crowd. His piercing eyes slanted into tearful drops, echoing of an



untold sadness. Taken back, Onew reached hesitantly towards the stranger.

"I didn't mean-" he started, only to be met with empty space. The boy whirled into thecrowd, flickering lights where he was moments before.

************************

As much as Onew hated to admit it, there was something nagging him. Perhaps it was the

mounting pages of business calculations that flooded his desk or the growing creases onhis face that signaled his distracted mind, but there was something that just wouldn't

leave his thoughts.

Those darn eyes, Onew thought absent-mindedly while going over more companynumbers. Ever since that night at the club, he had been unable to forget those feline eyes,

piercing yet playful, serene yet dejected. There was a captivating quality about them that

stirred Onew's memory each time, causing him to pause in whatever he was doing and

reminisce back to the incident that occurred on the thumping dance floor.

After he accidentally poured coffee on his boss's new leather shoes and accidentally sentan important contract through the shredder, Onew decided he needed to rid himself of

this distraction. It was taking a rather negative toll on his workplace, not to mention his

personal life as well. His neighbors thought he had lapsed into a temporary coma when he

had stared at their cat for hours on end, while the bathroom door had numerous dentsfrom where Onew had run into it in the midst of daydreaming about the boy's warm

hands.

This distraction, this incessant thinking about the boy, such events had never happened to

Onew before and needless to say, he was terrified by them. It failed all logic, why he

should be constantly captivated by memories of a boy he saw for maybe ten minutes atthe most, and without being able to come up with a decent explanation, Onew decided

that a trip to the doctor was in order.

Perhaps a certified professional could explain why he dreamed of almond-shaped eyes

twinkling under rainbow lights and awoke to a soft voice calling him to dance.

**********************

"I don't think it's a physical ailment," the doctor said, glancing over Onew's medical files

before focusing on his own nails. "There's absolutely nothing in your system that wouldsuggest you are even sick at all. In fact, the last time you were at this hospital was when

you had bitten on a fork and torn up your front teeth."

The doctor let out a malicious giggle at this. Onew looked at his nametag. Kim Heechul.

Ah.



Onew had heard stories about this doctor.

"You're probably just overwhelmed with work. Try relaxing, maybe even get out once ina while. I would recommend going to a club and loosening your nerves a bit," Heechul

said.

Onew tried to explain how he was at the hospital in the first place because he went to a

club, but was quickly ushered out by nurse and the entrance of another patient.

Dejectedly, Onew glared at the doctor's door, muttering about he doesn't know a

thing...stupid giggle...I bet he's never been to a club, much less danced...who does he

think he is...

"Hey."

Something stirred in Onew's mind as he froze to the sound of that soft voice. Cautiously,

he turned his head ever so slightly to see feline eyes staring out from a pale beautiful

face. Lowering his gaze, Onew's vision swept over thin hands adorned with silver rings.

Ah.

**************************

Clink . Key, as the boy had introduced himself, anxiously clanked his rings together.Onew watched silently as light glinted off the silver engraved metal.

"So...um, why are you here?"

Onew winced at the harsh undertone of Key's voice. Heart sinking a bit, he opted to stare

at his shoes awkwardly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound that way..." Key muttered.

"Almonds...bright lights...you...my workplace...spilled coffee on the boss," Onew began,

trying to piece together words in a coherent sentence. Key's nose crinkled as he tried to

muffle his laughter. The rings stopped that nervous clanking and instead, the hands

moved to cover his face as he exploded into loud, abandoned guffaws.

"But then even at home stop laughing ran into the bathroom door it's not funny no really

stop laughing and then the cat wouldn't stop staring please stop laughing and thespreadsheets are all piling up what's so hilarious and my job is in jeopardy..." Onew

trailed off hopelessly, watching as the boy before him collapsed onto the ground, shaking

and crying over Onew's awkwardness.

"Wait," Onew suddenly said, realization occurring to him. Key wiped his eyes, glancing

up at Onew as a last few chuckles escaped him.



"Why are you here?"

Onew had never anybody become so still and pale as Key did that instant.

***********************

When Onew went home that evening, he looked up Lou-Gehrig's disease on Google.

Motor neuron disease.

Muscles gradually weaken.

Paralysis.

Atrophy of muscles.

Lose ability to function independently.

Fatal.

Turns out, Key had a reason to dance.

**********************

Onew nervously licked his chapped lips, fingers tapping on his shaking knees. As

discreetly as possible, he snuck a sidelong glance at the calm boy next to him.

"I know I have an amazing side profile, but really, the best stuff is in the front," Key

chuckled, flashing Onew a cheeky grin. A flush fled across the latter's face.

Sighing deeply, Key flicked his hair and lightly nudged Onew. "So, what are you doing

here at the hospital again? More problems running into doors and staring at cats?"

Onew let out a weak chuckle and nervously scratched his head. "N-no...I just...wanted

to...you know..."

"If you're here pitying me, I'd rather never see you again," Key interrupted. His eyes

flickered in anger flashes. "I don't need some guy to pretend to be nice to me because I

have a disease. If you're looking for a way to clear your conscience and get a ticket toheaven, try the chapel downstairs."

Onew took in shallow breathes, hands gripping his knees tightly. Crap, he thoughtmiserably, the social guidebook definitely did not tell me how to deal with an angsty teen

facing a life-threatening disease.

"But, if you're looking for a friend, I wouldn't mind seeing you...every once in a while



that is," Key continued, that snarky grin back in place.

********************

It was the second week since Onew and Key had met, and the seventeenth time Onew

had visited the hospital. The nurses would twitter excitedly every time he walked in,gossiping about the "handsome young man" and taking guesses as to whom he was so

infatuated with. Onew overheard these rumours and would only grin wryly to himself.

It was not so much he was infatuated with someone as much as he found a certain

fascination for that person.

"Ah! You're here!" Key squealed. He literally squeals, Onew thought briefly. Keyexcitedly skipped his way over to the older boy and stuck out his hands like a child.

"What did you bring me today?"

Rolling his eyes, Onew reached into his pocket and brought out a vegetable peeler, onlyto be immediately rewarded with a shriek.

"Oh my God! I haven't seen one of these since I was admitted into this hospital! This is

so cool! And it has its own hand crank! What does it peel? Does it work on fruits too?"

Key blabbed on, eyes sparkling as he examined the tool. Onew was enraptured by Key's

excitement. The younger boy had been this excited when he brought back a stapler lasttime. In fact, every time Onew had brought seemingly meaningless and mundane objects,

Key had seemed excited beyond belief.

*******************

"I never take life for granted," Key had said one time Onew had visited. "Well, not since Ifound out I had this disease thing. You start seeing everything in a different light....like,

everything seems to sparkle and shine and you just want to take it in all and never leave

anything alone because....because, well, you never know when you're going to see itagain."

Wise words coming from a twenty year-old boy who had only graduated from high

school. "I wanted to go into college with all my friends, but the doctor told me I wouldn't probably get through it all. I had a better chance getting treatment and living a little

longer in this overly sanitary place," Key said, making a face. "The walls are so drab

here....I mean, they matched white with white," he deadpanned. "It's like they can't waitfor us to get to heaven or something."

The boy had wanted to go into fashion when he graduated. "I would have totally beatenout Versace and all of them. My designs are so much more fabulous. By the way, Onew,

you have a terrible sense of fashion," Key teased. Ever since they met, Key had taken it

upon himself to dress Onew, drawing him outfits to wear the next time he would visit.



Onew had a suspicion feeling that his boss gave him that promotion because of his new

wardrobe. Though really, two-hundred dollar pants were ridiculous, regardless of what

foreign country they came from.

"And if the fashion world didn't work out, I would have probably auditioned for an

entertainment company or something," Key would go on, a wistful look coming over hisface. And that's where he would stop, shooing Onew away, telling him to go home and go

study or something.

As Onew would walk away from the hospital, he would turn around to see Key standing

on the rooftop, staring at the stars, wishing a dream only he knew.

*************************

"I want you to meet my friends," Key said the fourth week since Onew had started

visiting.

"Um....sure?" Onew replied, staring at his hands hesitantly. Key grabbed his hand.

"Don't worry, they don't bite. I mean, one or two might stab you with a needle, but

nothing past that. Except for that one time, when Taemin had grabbed the scalpel..." he

said, leading a sweating, shaking Onew down the hallway.

They stopped in front of room 1200B. Key paused and stared at Onew.

"Look, I know you suck at socializing with people so I'm going to give you some advice.These kids are not found in your "How to Deal With People" guides. They have more

problems, they're more angsty...and they definitely cannot be read like a book. So just,

chill and try not to do anything stupid," he said before opening the door.

It was a moderate sized hospital room with six beds, three against each sidewall. The two

large windows were adorned with brightly coloured curtains that seemed lined withruffles. Two study desks were located in the corners of the room, one with a laptop and

the other cluttered with various books.

Before Onew could finish looking around the room, a short boy with brown hair bouncedinto his view. His bleached blonde streaks grabbed Onew's attention immediately.

"Dude! Key, you brought a guest?" the boy said excitedly, wide eyes blinking like a puppy's. "We haven't met anyone in forever. Well, not counting that pizza delivery guy

from last week."

"Jjong, don't get too excited," Key warned, looking at his friend in a worried manner.

"Key, it's fine-" Onew tried.



"Is this that guy you won't stop talking about? The one you met at that club when you

snuck off in the middle of the night and I had to cover for you? The guy who you wait

until five thirty practically every afternoon to visit?" JongHyun rambled on, oblivious toKey's growing red face.

"Jjong! You're not supposed to say-" Key interrupted, only to be cut off by a snarkylaugh. Jjong erupted into a peal of laughter, grasping his side.

"Hehe..." Onew tried. He snuck a glance at Key, who looked anxious. "There's no offensetaken, Key. In fact, I think he's not laughing at me...so I'm good."

Key shook his head. "That's not what I'm worried about. It's-"

JongHyun suddenly collapsed onto the ground, clutching his chest. His laughs turned into

desperate gasps as his bright eyes shook with alarm. Key ran over to his side.

"Jjong! Hey, focus! Breathe! Don't stop, keep breathing...that's it, let it pass...just keep on breathing," Key repeated, clutching his friend's hand. "Minho!"

Onew watched as another boy ran into his view, tall and lanky, long dark hair covering

his face. He quickly knelt next to JongHyun, connecting a breathing mask to the blonde

boy's mouth.

"It's going to be fine, hyung," Minho said, surprising Onew with the deep bass of his

voice. "You were just laughing too hard." He pumped more air into the mask.

After a few minutes, JongHyun's gasps died down into weak breaths. "Sorry guys," he

muttered through the mask. "I'm all good now."

The room released a collective sigh, Onew's own being the loudest. He nervously ran his

fingers through his hair, eyes still trained on the slow rise and fall of JongHyun's chest.

"Congrats, dude," JongHyun said, the teasing sparkle back in his eyes. He ripped the

breathing mask from his face, regardless of Key's protests. "You have just witnessed a

near-death experience. Takes asthma attacks to a new level, doesn't it?"

Onew weakly smiled. Just then, a nurse ran into the room, quick eyes taking in the scene.

"KIM JONGHYUN!" she shrieked, stomping over to the cowering boy. "This is the thirdattack you've had this week! Do you really want to die, or are you just trying to drive me

insane?"

"I think I'm leaning towards option two..." JongHyun muttered. The nurse threw him a

menacing look before grabbing his arm. After checking his pulse and putting the mask

back on his face, the nurse flung him onto a hospital bed.



"One more time, JongHyun," she warned. "One more attack and I swear..."

"Jesus," JongHyun grumbled as she marched out of the room. "You would think I wassuicidal or something by the way she overreacts."

"Not suicidal, just stupid," Key mumbled.

"Whatever," JongHyun waved off, turning his attention back to Onew. "So, as you've

figured out, I'm JongHyun. I've been here for about, eh, a year and a half and I haveCOLD."

"Right...." Onew replied, trying his best to smile.

"It stands for chronic obstructive lung disease," Key said. "Just think of asthma to the

extreme."

"And don't forget the possibility of lung cancer," JongHyun cheerfully added, making a peace sign. Key rolled his eyes before gesturing to the boy with long hair.

"That's Minho," he said. The boy nodded in Onew's direction, huge eyes washing over his

face.

"I've been here for...about a year and two months," Minho said, hesitantly looking over atKey. "I think..."

Key nodded, smiling lightly. "Yeah, that's right, Minho." Onew gave him a questioningglance, only to be met with pursed lips. "I'll explain later," Key whispered.

Minho returned to his own bed, settling himself with a book.

"And the last one of our bunch," JongHyun said. "He is-"

"God! Do you people ever just shut up?" a voice broke out. Onew whirled around to see a

boy, Is he in middle school? Onew thought, on the bed closest to the window. For a

second, he was entranced by the boy's brown locks, caramel in the sunlight and black in

the shadows. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his hair colour, but not as contrastingas were his eyes. They were piercing, intense, wide, and absolutely pitch black. A

shudder ran down Onew's spine from the coldness of those orbs.

"I can't get five minutes of peace before one of you idiots run off your fat mouth or get

another fucking attack. Really, you've got legs- find another room and fucking get out of

my face!" the boy yelled, angry pants coming from his small body.

"Ah," JongHyun smiled. "That's Taemin."

*********************



"We're a circus group of freaks," Key half-heartedly joked. He walked Onew back to the

hospital lobby with slow, heavy steps. "Yeah...I kind of hoped it would turn out better than that. Ah, well."

Onew had nothing to say. His mouth opened and closed with empty words, trying to findsomething to utter.

"What's up with Minho?" he finally managed to say, wincing at the harshness of hiswords. "Wait, I didn't mean to sound-"

"It's cool," Key replied, smiling slightly. "He's got retrograde amnesia. Fun stuff, that is.

He can't remember anything before his accident, but everything afterwards, it's as clear asday."

"Accident?" Onew asked.

"He was beaten half to death by his drunken father. I guess, it's sort of a good thing he

doesn't remember that," Key replied. Onew winced, wondering how such parents existed.

"The drunk killed Minho's mom first, then went after him. Luckily, the neighbors heard

the gunshots and called the cops in time," Key continued.

"Gunshots?" Onew murmured.

Key stared at the floor with hard eyes. "Self-defense." Onew felt dizzy.

"Here, we've all got our sob stories, our tragedies, so don't get too surprised by what youhear," Key said. "Because the sad truth is, if we were all fine and dandy, we wouldn't be

here for this long."

As they neared the hospital exit, a silence overcame the pair. Little beeping sounds and

quiet murmurs floated around their ears.

"So...how are you doing?" Onew said awkwardly. "I mean, you know....your..." Hegestured at Key's body.

"Ah," Key smiled. "Well, nothing major has happened yet. I suppose I'm lucky, since mylegs are supposed to be goners by now." Key nervously shuffled in his spot. "Which is

why I wanted to ask...erm.. I'm going to the club tonight. Want to join?"

"Oh," Onew said. He took a step back. "Well...that's..."

"It's fine, you don't have to. I mean, I'm not like desperate or anything." Key made a face.



Onew blushed. "I know, it's just that..."

"You don't dance," Key finished. He gave a sad smile. "Just, promise me that you'll dance

with me one time before..." There was a pause. "Before...this disease gets to my legs." He

stuck his pinky out. "Deal?"

Onew slowly grasped the other's pinky, feeling the softness of Key's skin that contrasted

with the hardness of his rings. "Deal."

**********************

"Hey, you!"

Onew whirled around to see Jonghyun walking towards him with a huge smile. The

shorter male lightly shook his blonde hair before staring at the other. There was a bizarre

contrast between his bright hair and the pale drab of his hospital gown.

"I haven't seen you in our rooms in a while. Well, actually since that first day. HopeTaemin didn't scare you away," JongHyun said.

"No, it was fine. Actually, I just haven't been able to visit the hospital in a while because

work piled up," Onew said. JongHyun's smile turned into a frown.

"Wait, so you haven't heard about Key?" he said with a tight voice.

**********************

"It's not a big deal really," Key said, giving Onew his snarky grin. "I'm not like dead."

JongHyun snorted from his bed. Key gave him a glare, only to receive a pointed look.

"Yeah, paralysis of the legs is no big deal at all. In fact, it happens all the time. Oh look,

it's my time right now," JongHyun said bitingly.

"Shut up, Jjong," Key muttered from his bed.

Onew looked down at the boy. It looked so wrong, seeing the confident, larger-than-life

Key sitting in a hospital bed. White legs against white sheets, he thought morbidly. Helooked up to see JongHyun staring at his friend with a mix of sadness and agitation.

Onew glanced over to see Minho regarding Key with a burning gaze.

"I knew this was coming. In fact, the doctor predicted it a while back so really, it's all

good," Key said again, glancing down at his legs. He gave them a little poke.

"Oh yeah, it's all good until you die," a voice said. Taemin looked over at the group, his



eyes a fiery black. "So tell me, Key hyung , how does it feel not being able to walk?"

Key looked away from the cold eyes of the boy. His fingers picked at the strands of his bed sheets.

"Isn't it absolutely wonderful?" Taemin prodded on, his mouth turned up into a sneer.

"Quit it, Taemin," JongHyun growled.

"Do feel dependent, like suddenly you can't do anything on your own?" Taemin

continued, oblivious to the room's stiff atmosphere. "Have you been wheeled down in

front of everyone yet, with people staring and gaping at your legs, wondering what could

possibly be wrong with a healthy teen?"

Minho suddenly stood up and placed himself before Taemin, his wide frame blocking

Taemin's lithe one. However, Taemin looked around Minho, his small body straining off

the bed.

"But you don't really have anything to worry about, Key," he continued. "After all, it'sonly a little bit until that disease creeps up your body. Soon, you'll be breathing out of

tubes and then, it's a pump, until one day-"

There was a loud crashing sound. Onew wondered why everyone was staring at him untilhe looked down to see a broken vase in his hands, shattered pieces mingling with the red

blood of his split skin.

"Oh..." he mumbled. "I...I..."

Key's mouth widened into an "O" shape, almost as big as his surprised eyes. Onewheaved a huge sigh.

"I guess I'll pay for that then," he said.

************************

"I now know why Key befriended you," JongHyun said, handing Onew a cup of coffee.He joined Onew in leaning over the railings, watching as people ran in and out of the

hospital.

"You're as much of a freak as any of us," JongHyun laughed. He pointedly glanced at

Onew's hands, which were roughly bound in tissues.

"I don't really know what happened," he mumbled. "I mean, I didn't even know I broke it

until....well, it hurt."

JongHyun gave a snigger. "Well, you're a big boy, so it's going to be all right," he said.



There was a pause before he continued. "But, I do have to say thanks, for doing that. I

mean, Taemin's not usually that...talkative. I don't know what happened, maybe he just

cracked today or something, but I'm glad you stopped him anyway."

Onew remained silent, feeling the warmth of the coffee seep into his sore hands.

"He was at the club, you know," JongHyun said, looking at the railing. "Key said that he

felt like he had to go that night. It was that last day you had visited."

"Did Key ever tell you anything about his disease?" he asked. Onew shook his head.

"He told me what he had, but I figured out the rest on Google," Onew sheepishly

admitted. JongHyun smiled.

"That's Key. He would never tell anyone about the bad things. He's really optimistic

about his disease too. He would never say anything hurt, and even when the doctor told

him that he had possibly less than a year to live, he was still that snarky kid. Which iswhy he was freaky that night, so serious and sad. And after missing out on the clubs for

weeks, he decided to go. He said that...that it felt like it would be his last time there so hecouldn't miss out."

JongHyun paused. "And the idiot collapsed on the street on the way home. On the street.

The police didn't even find him until early morning. Key was half frozen to death, andwhen he woke up, he stared at his legs and asked for crutches. I don't think he even

blinked twice."

"I didn't know that," Onew muttered. JongHyun laughed. It caught his breath at the end,

causing him to hunch over, loud coughs wracking his frame. Alarmed, Onew touched

JongHyun's arm, only to be shaken off.

"I'm good," he said. After a moment, he continued with a softer, more tired voice. "Most

people never see that side of Key, the more vulnerable side. He's always got to be sococky and composed, that little brat."

"Who are you calling a brat, you raspy dinosaur?" Key snapped as he made his way over

to the pair. His feline eyes creased into a frown but his mouth still held that characteristicsmirk. "Since I can't walk without these," he motioned to his crutches, "shouldn't I be

receiving some pity or whatever? Don't talk shit about the invalid now."

"Whoa, careful Key," JongHyun smirked. "Don't be so rude in front of our young friend."

He threw an arm over Onew's shoulders.

"Whatever," Key retorted. "I'm sure he hears worse than that in high school."

"Um, high school?" Onew sheepishly asked. Both Key and JongHyun simultaneously

rolled their eyes at him.



"Duh, it's where you go to study. You know, where you spend your days as a student?"

Key said.

"Actually..." Onew started.

"Come on, Onew. Don't tell me you're really like twenty something and have a job and

you're older than all of us," Key laughed. JongHyun joined in with a chuckle.

Onew remained silent, contemplating if the two boys were serious or if this was one of

their little games.

JongHyun stopped laughing. "Wait, you're not serious?" he asked incredulously. Onewgave a small nod.

Key promptly fell onto the ground, crutches clattering around his legs.

"Well shit," JongHyun muttered.

*********************

"I cannot believe you're older than me," Key deadpanned.

After the initial shock, and assisting Key from the ground, JongHyun had left for a

doctor's appointment while Key demanded Onew explain everything (What everything ,

Onew thought).

"Oh my God, you didn't even get your hand properly checked out?" Key cried

hysterically, pointing at Onew's poorly bandaged hands. "We're in a hospital. We'resurrounded by so much sterile equipment that you can't even have babies and yet you

didn't get your hands fixed?!"

Onew sheepishly smiled at Key's exasperated face. The younger boy sighed and pulled

out a first-aid kit from behind him and gently grabbed Onew's hand.

"You carry around a first-aid kit?" Onew said, dumbfounded. Key smirked lightly.

"No. But I figured you were impotent enough to fail at properly sterilizing your hands so

I brought it along," he replied. There was a silence as Key carefully peeled away the bloody wrapping and gently dabbed at Onew's wounds with alcohol.

"I guess I have to call you hyung now, huh?" Key broke the silence. He tightly wrappedfresh bandages around Onew's hands, his fingers lightly lingering on Onew's palms.

"Um, well, if it bothers you so much, though we might get a few looks in regards to the

whole senior and respect thing, but then again I don't really have that many people who



seem to care, and well, you never noticed, and I guess everyone else also assumed-"

Onew blabbered, only to get smacked in the arm.

"So, who are you exactly, hyung?" Key said, warm fingers still on Onew's arm.

Onew shrugged. "Just a normal guy. There's nothing really special about me."

Key sighed. "Okay, let's start simple then. Job?"

"Business accountant. I work with numbers and tell the boss when he's getting more

money and when he's about to go bankrupt."

"Age?"

"23."

"God, how in the world do you have such amazingly young skin..."

"E-excuse me?"

"Nothing."

Onew laughed sheepisly. "I'm kind of boring...there's nothing really interesting about mylife...it's kind of-" He paused. "Lifeless."

Key smiled sadly, fingers tracing Onew's bandages. "Lifeless, huh?" he murmured.

"Help me up, please," he suddenly said.

While confused, Onew grabbed Key underneath his armpits and lifted the boy, carefully

setting him on his feet.

"Want to walk me back to my room?" Key asked, setting his crutches in place. Without

even waiting for an answer, he began walking, leaving the other to catch up.

"Taemin loves to dance," Key said.

"What?" Onew replied, the sudden statement catching him off guard.

"He used to be amazing, a prodigy and all. Like, he could move his body in ways that

trained dancers couldn't...he was so good, he got casted on the spot." The hall was silent

with only the click of Key's crutches on the marble floor. "And then, he got polio fromGod knows where."

He paused, leaning against a wall while panting heavily, frustration etched on his face.



"I mean, who the hell gets polio these days? Don't they have like vaccines and all for

that?" Key spat out. He slammed his crutch against the wall. "Is life so cruel that it takes

away a kid's dream?"

Onew watched as a trail of tears made its way down Key's porcelain face. Embarrassed,

the younger boy quickly wiped away his tears and continued his way down the hall.

"I'm not giving an excuse for the way Taemin is," Key said. "He's just...he's too young

and..everything is just messed up."

When he reached the end of the hall, Key turned towards Onew. "Taemin's a great kid,

I'm sure. I hope you don't think badly of him."

As he watched Key hobble around the corner, Onew saw a thin boy in a wheelchair

reside in the shadows. With his head down, the boy could be anyone, if not for his tossed

hair, caramel in the dim light.

**************

"Save yourself!" JongHyun yelled, jumping onto Onew's back. Startled, Onew flailed

before falling onto the ground.

"Ow," JongHyun groaned. "Hyung, you're supposed to hold me up, not fall on top of me."

"You're going to scare away Onew hyung one day," Minho said, walking over to the pair.He lifted up the two boys with a fond smile.

"Nah, hyung cares too much about a certain someone to leave this hospital," JongHyuncheekily grinned. The comment went unheard by Onew, while Minho gave a knowing

look.

"Er, hello," Onew smiled, rubbing his sore back. He looked over at JongHyun. "What am

I supposed to be saved from?"

"Ah," JongHyun smiled. "If you run away before you reach Key, I promise you willthank me later."

"Hyung," Minho scowled.

"Fine," JongHyun sighed. Grabbing Onew's hand, he led the older boy down the hall,

Minho's tall frame in tow. "So, Key's been practicing his walking for the past...since he's been in crutches. Now, trying to regain sense to his legs is all fine and dandy, except

when he insists one of us has to be with him."

Onew looked from JongHyun's devastated expression to Minho's blank face.



"I don't really see what's so bad about that," Onew mumbled.

"Watching Key walk the same steps over and over again for hours at a time can be a bit

much," Minho softly said. "I've been in there three hours once. JongHyun hyung's had the

worst though- five hours."

"I skipped a meal!" JongHyun wailed, clutching Onew's arm. Suddenly, the blonde boy

cheered up as they reached a door.

"And now, it is your turn to suffer!" JongHyun smirked, shoving Onew into the room.

"Good luck, hyung," Minho's deep voice echoed before the door slammed shut.

"Er..." Onew said, a slight foreboding overcoming his senses. Quickly, he pulled out the

object in his pocket, an airplane figurine. He figured this little object would appeal to Key

as well as any other.

"Are you going to just stand there or help me?" a light voice grumbled.

Onew turned to see Key standing. He clutched two rails on either side of him, using them

to uplift his body. Sweat ran down his face, drenching his shirt in dark patches. Key's arm

shook and his face grimaced into a frown. "Quickly," he whispered.

Alarmed, Onew darted towards the younger, only to trip and land on his face with an

oomph. With a groan, Key collapsed onto the floor next to him.

"Key! Are you-" Onew started, rubbing his sore forehead.

"You are absolutely hopeless!" Key shrieked, grabbing Onew and inspecting his head. "A

cripple is in need here and I have to help you!"

He continued to grumble as he gently rubbed Onew's forehead in little circles. Key's cold

fingers soothed the pain, but did nothing to help the increasing red colour of Onew's face

as he realized exactly how close he was to the younger. Up close, Key looked flawless,

something too beautiful to exist in reality. Drops of sweat looked like crystals, travelingalong the sharp yet smooth planes of Key's face.

"And what took you so long to visit? Do you realize it's been three weeks? What could possibly be so interesting about counting numbers that you couldn't even spare to see me?

Are you even listening?"

Onew broke out of his trance and shifted his gaze from Key's face to the floor.

"My boss promised me an extra long vacation if I could finish up this project for him. It

took a while, sorry," he mumbled. He took a quick peek to see Key's eyes soften. Taking



it as a good sign, Onew grabbed the airplane and shoved it into Key's hands.

"Here. It's something I found in my room the other day," he said.

There was a long silence; only the older's shallow breathing could be heard, with not a

single movement from the other. Key's hands and eyes were frozen over the small object.

"Is it too childish?" Onew anxiously asked. "I mean, I thought..."

His voice trailed off as Key quickly turned to look out the window. Regarding the dark

night sky, Key grabbed his crutches and motioned to Onew.

"Help me up," he urgently said. "Now!"

Doing so, Onew followed the other as he hobbled down the hall. They passed rooms,

doors, halls, stairs, weaving their way around and around- How does a guy in crutches

run? Onew thought incredulously- until they arrived at the hospital rooftop. Throwingopen the door, Key finally slowed down, carefully making his way to a bench.

"What do you see?" Key whispered. Onew glanced around before regarding the sky. The

pitch-black night sent shivers down his spine; not even the moon was out to shed light.

"Nothing," he murmured. "It's kind of...well, dark."

Key laughed. "Wait a little bit."

Onew expectantly gazed around, anticipating for some miracle, some light from above to

suddenly shine down on the both of them. Instead, he was met with continuous silence.

The still night seemed to go on too long, causing Onew to doze off. Then, Key grabbedhis hand.

"Look!" he fiercely whispered. Pointing at the sky, he picked out a single light, travelingtowards the pair with growing speed. As the gleam grew closer and closer, it shot across

the sky with sparkles of red, yellow, and orange, as if like a shooting star.

"Make a wish," Key murmured. He closed his eyes and his fingers twitched as his lipsshaped words in a fervor.

I want to know what you're wishing, Onew thought, watching the thin boy.

*****************

"I can almost walk!" Key shouted in glee, tackling Onew in a hug. "All that practicing,

and it finally pays off! Look, look!" He excitedly let go of his crutches and carefully

leaned against the wall. With slow baby steps, his feet shuffled lazily. After a few

minutes, Key had made it halfway done the hall. Sweat dripped from his face as his limbs



trembled in fatigue, but a bright smile shone through.

"That's...amazing," Onew breathed. Key beamed and grasped his arm in support.

"Well, it's not just all me," Key sheepishly said. "I mean, you stayed with me all those

weeks, helping me, so thanks."

Onew flushed, a pleased grin breaking out.

"And, thanks for bringing me that little airplane," Key softly continued. "It means a lot."

Heaving a tired laugh, Key leaned against the wall. "When you're faced with a fatal

disease, there's little to hope for," he sadly said. "You stop having faith, stop believing...so, you start doing. You start making your own decisions, start taking control,

and start making your own wishes, on anything and everything."

He lightly nudged Onew. "I could use a wish, don't you think?"

Onew grinned in agreement.

"That's why I pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars. I figure if

airplanes can resemble stars, they're as good as anything else- I make all my wishes on

huge steel frames floating in the air with flaming jets." Onew snorted a chuckle, whichKey soon joined.

"Just you wait," Key continued. "I'll be the first Lou-Gehrig's patient to overcome thisgoddamn disease. I'll beat it!"

He punched his fist into the air, thin fingers curled into a tight grip.

"Key," Onew said, "what do you want to do when you can walk again?"

The younger boy laughed, excited sparkles flitting in his eyes. "I suppose the selfish

answer would be to dance forever," he replied. "To go out onto the floor and just go on

and on...."

His voice wistfully died out before being replaced with a stronger tone. "But, before that

I'm going to walk in front of Taemin. I'm going to show him that there's hope, that there's

something worth living for."

Onew hesitantly reached out his hand before lightly placing it on Key's head. The

younger boy's rainbow-streaked hair flowed in smooth ripples through Onew's fingers asKey leaned tiredly into Onew's touch.

How are you so brave, Onew wanted to ask. How do you keep living, for you, for others,

when the easiest choice seems to be giving up?



"I better keep practicing," Key softly said, reaching out for his crutches.

"I'll go with you," Onew offered. Key gently stopped him, holding him back with

surprisingly strong hands.

"No, I can do this now," he smiled. "Check back later though. Who knows, maybe I'll

running around."

With a wink, Key hobbled down the hall and disappeared from view.

"So," JongHyun said, popping up beside Onew. The latter yelped and promptly smacked

his face against the wall, earning a look of pity from the other.

"How...how long where you there?" Onew gasped, rubbing his sore face.

"Long enough," JongHyun smirked, eerily similar to Key's own grin.

"So, Key's almost walking now. About time, considering how much he's hobbled aroundon those metal crutches," JongHyun said. Onew hummed in agreement.

"Did he say anything much?" JongHyun asked.

"Aren't you his best friend?" Onew asked, sending a sideways glance at the other, only to

be met with a glare. Stifling a grin, Onew gave in. "He said he was doing this for Taemin,

to prove that everyone has something worth living for."

"That's so Key, the idiot. He fusses so much over other people that he doesn't even realize

how messed up his life is," JongHyun sighed. "He's lost weight, practicing all the time,and that disease keeps eating him. And yet, he won't stop trying everytime Taemin shows

up."

"Why does he care so much?" Onew asked.

"I don't really know. He's got like this mother complex thing going on, always protecting

and fighting for others," JongHyun grinned. "I can't even count how many times he'staken care of me since I've gotten here. He's like a brother to me. I'd do anything for

him."

"With the amount of care he's given others, I think everyone here owes him at least

something, and that includes you," JongHyun smiled.

He suddenly cast a sideways glance at Onew. Grinning with his teeth, he playfully

nudged the older. "That reminds me. Think you could do something for Key...and me?"

****************



"Hyung," JongHyun said, gazing at Onew with loving eyes. "I officially want to marry

you."

"Shut up!" Key shouted, wacking his best friend across the head. "Just because he

brought you some food, you throw marriage proposals?"

Onew grinned sheepishly as he watched the pair fight. It turned out, JongHyun's favor

was to ask Onew to bring them some food.

"The hospital gunk is disgusting," JongHyun had cried. "Please....just real food!"

And so, Onew cleared every food stand and fast food center from his workplace to thehospital all within forty minutes, entering the boys' room with arms laden full of every

snack, meal, and beverage possible- not to mention the deliveries on their way. It had

taken a large chunk of his paycheck, but the warm feeling within his chest took over any

reluctance he held.

"You brought dumplings!" JongHyun said with glee. "And those vanilla eclairs from the bakery down the street! I heard they literally melt in your mouth." Eagerly, he shoved

two of the pastries into his mouth, smile curving with pleasure.

"Stop being such a pig!" Key screeched, wacking his friend once more.

"The creme cakes are really good. Thanks hyung," Minho said, eyes smiling. "I haven't

had these in a long time."

"Anytime," Onew replied. He watched with satisfaction as the boys dug in. All except one, he realized. A certain small boy was missing from the group. Grasping the smallcontainer he held, Onew quietly left the room and wandered around the hall.

"You would think they starve us here or something by the way they're acting," a voicesaid. Taemin rolled out of the shadows to regard the other with a titled head. "I mean, the

rice is kind of hard and sometimes the soup is too salty, but we haven't died yet."

Onew returned Taemin's wry grin with a tilt of his head. "I didn't mean to offend thehospital cafeteria," Onew said. Why am I explaining myself to a middle-schooler , he

vaguely thought. "They...it just seemed like they could try something different."

Taemin's laugh echoed, as empty as the hallway. "Something different- yeah, I guess you

could call it that."

He eyed the box in Onew's hands. Noticing, the older boy carefully made his way over

and gently placed it on Taemin's lap.

"Something different for you," Onew mumbled. Taemin carefully lifted the lid. Five



different flavours of ice cream were nestled together in small cube containers. "I read

somewhere that ice cream is equivalent to swallowing your sorrows, leaving nothing but

sweetness in your life. It's a little corny, but...yeah."

Small fists grabbed the box from Onew's hands. Hastily, Taemin shoved the ice cream

into his mouth with his fingers. Dark brown, pink, white, and yellow cream drippedtogether down his chin, mingling with the clear liquid of his tears. Hiccups ran together

as Taemin attempted to swallow, shoulders trembling.

When your life collapses around you...you're willing to believe in anything...willing to do

anything...if it means there's hope... that there's someone who cares...

Key's words echoed in Onew's head.

Wordlessly, Onew reached in and grabbed chocolate ice cream in his hand to stuff it in

his mouth. As wet eyes gazed at him, Onew gave a small smile and continued to pile ice

cream into his mouth.

*******************

"Taemin likes you," JongHyun told Onew one week later. The blonde boy's eyebrows

furrowed together as he scrutinized Onew's face.

"Oh," Onew replied. "Well."

"Well..." JongHyun grumbled. "Well what?"

"I...it's...well."

JongHyun snorted. He tapped his fingers against the wall, and after a few moments,

quickly paced around the room.

"Stop that," Onew mumbled. JongHyun paused and abruptly turned towards the older. He

grabbed Onew by his shirt, allowing the older to see a fierce, red glare in those usually

soft eyes. Frustrated, JongHyun let go, harshly pushing Onew back.

"Fuck this," JongHyun growled. He stormed out of the room.

The heater hummed dully as light rain began to patter softly against the windows.

I need to talk to Key, Onew decided. He rushed out, making his way down the hospital

halls.

"Hyung," a voice called out. Onew whirled around to see bright auburn hair and shy eyes

in his vision. Taemin gave a smile, so innocent and hopeful, so young and endearing.



But so wrong.

"Hey," Onew responded. He gave a smile in return- that felt so wrong - that dulled hisheart. It made him feel sick, feel fake- he needed to get away. He needed something,

someone, else.

"I've got to go," he rushed. Onew quickly ignored the questioning look in Taemin's eyes

and hurried away. He continued his search around the hospital, before landing himself on

the roof just as the rain began to intensify.

"Took a while," Key called out. "You usually find me quicker than that."

Onew rushed over and grabbed Key's arm. "It's raining. You're going to get sick stayingout here."

Key tugged Onew's hand down, motioning for the other to sit. 'It's not that bad yet. Just

stay a little longer...the rain, it feels good on my skin." Key closed his eyes and turned hisface to the sky. "It's like...a million hugs, to cheer you up. Or maybe a million tears, to

wipe away your own."

Thunder rumbled in the distance, but a calm aura filled the air. The dull feeling in Onew's

heart drifted away, leaving a satisfied beat drumming to the falling rain. He watched in

fascination as the water created crystal trails down Key's face.

"Take care of Taemin," Key said, his eyes still closed. "He's young and a little hard-

headed, but a great kid. He's got a sincere heart...don't break it."

Onew gave a nervous laugh, the dull feeling back in his chest. "You sound like I'm about

to marry him or something," he joked half-heartedly. Key remained silent.

"If this is about Taemin liking me," Onew slowly continued, "I don't think I can-"

He stopped talking as Key opened his eyes, crystals too warm and too wet to be rain

dotting his high cheeks. Onew reached out to wrap his arms around the other, hands

firmly supporting the frail body.

"I'm cold...and tired," Key whispered, Onew's fingers brushing his wet hair.

"I told you not to stay out here," Onew lightly scolded, tapping Key's head. "I swear, if you get a cold, the nurse is going to skin me alive. And then who will you talk to all the

time?"

There was silence.

"All right," Onew continued. "I guess JongHyun might listen to you, maybe even Minho

because God knows he never talks, but I think I do the best at tolerating your rants," he



chuckled. "Besides, I'm the only one who knows about wishing on airplanes, so if we

want to continue that, I do believe it's in our best interest for me to be alive."

There was silence.

"And if you get sick, the nurse won't let you practice walking anymore. You'll be bedridden- what's going to happen to fighting this disease? You were going to dance

again...with me."

Onew paused, panic taking over.

"Key...we were going to dance together...Key...Key..."

There was silence.

It is morbidly fascinating. How a simple incident could completely change an entire

being, an entire setting. The therapy room seemed dark and foreboding now that therewas no one to occupy its metal railings anymore. The sun seemed to shy away from the

hospital halls that were once bright and colourful, leaving behind an empty hall whosesilence rang so loud. Empty. Empty. Empty.

"Come on, Key," JongHyun groaned frustratingly. "I'm not taking my medication until

you tell me what's going on."

"Nothing's going on..." Key quietly replied. "I'm tired...just leave me alone."

"My ass!" JongHyun yelled indignantly. "You've been hurling around those crutches for

the past forever and now you're tired? And since when did you not talk? Do you realize

I've had to initiate all the conversations today?"

"I'm just tired."

"Fuck that," JongHyun hissed. "If this is about some stupid love-"

"Key," Minho called out, earning both boys' attentions. "They're taking you for a check-

up." Two nurses gently lifted Key's body unto a wheelchair. JongHyun winced as henoticed his friend's protruding bones. Minho frowned while counting Key's ribs, visible

through the hospital gown.

"We'll be back soon," a nurse said, wheeling Key away.

JongHyun let out a groan before throwing himself onto the bed, fists pounding the whitesheets.

"I swear, Minho, if Key's not doing anything because Taemin likes Onew hyung and

some shit like that happens, I will kick someone's-" JongHyun muttered.



"He can't move his legs at all," Minho murmured quietly. "They're...it's like they're gone.

His arms are losing feeling too."

JongHyun breathed heavily.

"He's lost so much weight...and it's getting worse inside. His heart almost gave out, on the

roof the other day...the disease, it's nearly in his chest," Minho continued. "I overheard

the doctor talking to Key."

Jonghyun loosened his grip on the sheets, watching tiny threads unravel between his

fingers.

"Hyung," Minho whimpered. "What do we do?"

What do you do when your best friend is dying?

"No," JongHyun muttered. "That goddamn disease is not taking Key away."

*******************

Onew frowned while staring at his calculation sheets. He was so close to finishing when a

racket could be heard down the hallway.

"Some guy is running around looking for someone," his cubicle buddy commented.

"Huh," Onew responded, trying to focus on the numbers before him.

"Yeah, he like got past security somehow."

"Really." Just a few more calculations.

"Yeah. He's supposed to be bizarre looking, with like blonde hair or something, all spiked

up."

Onew paused, his pen trembling on the sheets.

"Yah!" a voice shouted. JongHyun glared fiercely at Onew, grabbing him by the shirt.

"We need to talk now."

"Um, " his cubicle buddy said. "Do I need to call security?"

"No," Onew muttered. "I'll be back soon."

He followed JongHyun quietly to the stairwell, carefully ignoring the stares of his fellow

coworkers.



"Is this really necessary, at my workplace?" Onew said. "I know I haven't visited in

awhile, but it's been busy-"

"If Key dies, I will kill you," JongHyun interrupted, eyes ablaze.

"What?" Onew murmured. He felt completely numb, something terrible spreading across

his chest. "Is he...is he going to..."

He watched as JongHyun leaned tiredly against the wall, his pale parlor matching the

drab paint in a sickening manner. "Do you know what Key was like before this, before he

met you?"

Onew watched JongHyun.

"He was going to be a dancer. He was going to be up onstage, maybe even next to

Taemin, living his dream like any of us were supposed to. But then he collapses in themiddle of an audition and just like that, he loses his dream and his life in one day."

"They tell him he's got some disease that takes away your life in months, not even years

but months, and what does he do? He quietly leaves behind his grandmother, too nice to

tell her that he's going to die, and pretends like he's going to study abroad. The idiot then

checks himself into a hospital and proceeds to turn our lives upside down, living as if every day is the last and yet, that there's always a tomorrow."

JongHyun smiled sadly at the memory.

"But, he couldn't give up his dream- he wanted to dance. So, every night, he would find

some way to sneak out and get into clubs. I would watch him put on all that eye makeupshit and I would beg him to stay. God, I would beg. I told him he was only getting into

trouble, that the way he dressed and the way he looked, he was just asking to be dragged

into some hotel or mugged in the back alleys. In fact, he came back with bruisessometimes...and it, it was like some part me died every time I saw that. I mean, he was

never raped or anything, thank God, but when I see him like that, I would yell at him,

asking what could possibly be so great that he couldn't keep away."

He heaved a sigh.

"But then, he came back one night with this stupid grin on his face, and I thought maybehe was done, that he was going to be a good kid now and stay here at night. Instead, he

went back and came home dejected every night after that. Until, he came back from a

doctor's appointment all happy and giddy one day. I swear, it would have been disgustingif he wasn't my best friend."

Onew smiled lightly as JongHyun let out an empty chuckle.



"And guess what. The idiot stopped going to those clubs. Instead, he spent his nights on

the roof, staring at the stars with that stupid smile. He would always run out of our room

at the same time every day after that, saying he was meeting someone."

Onew felt something stir in his chest, something warm and electrifying, something that

felt right .

"I've never seen him as alive as he was when you're around. It's like, he lives just to see

you visit."

JongHyun grabbed Onew's hand before kneeling on the ground. In dismay, Onew

desperately tried to lift him up.

"What are you doing, JongHyun?" Onew worriedly said, pulling on his arms.

"Please," JongHyun whispered, eyes shining with pain and tears. "Forgive Taemin,

forgive Minho, forgive me, whatever we did wrong I'm sorry....just please. Please, makeKey smile that stupid grin again... please hyung ."

His voice broke, desperate sobs choking his tears.

"Please....don't let my best friend die."

*************

Three pairs of eyes watched with confusion as Onew burst into the hospital room withtwo suitcases struggling behind him. JongHyun gave an indignant cry as one bag landed

dangerously close to his foot.

"Hyung," Minho began. "What are you doing?"

Onew smiled brightly. "I finally got vacation days from my company," he grinned. Hiseyes focused on Key's own that were tired and confused. "I figured I could spend it with

my best friends."

Something glittered in Key's eyes. It was faint and barely on the verge of hopeful, but itwas there.

"Aren't you lame, being best friends with a bunch of hospital folks," JongHyun teased, asmile on the edge of his lips. "Why would you possibly want to vacation here?"

"Well, I like the night air." Onew met Key's eyes. "There are a lot of stars to wish on."

*****************

"Yeah...so I was never good with this kind of stuff," Onew stuttered, hands fiddling with



his jacket zipper. "I mean, I'm not trying to be mean...but..."

"I get it, hyung," Taemin smiled, slow and sad but understanding. "You don't have to beso nervous about rejecting someone."

Onew sighed in relief before ruffling the younger boy's hair.

"And this is another reason why we wouldn't have worked out," Taemin frowned. "You

treat me like your sibling. Incest is hardly accepted these days." Onew stuck out histongue in meek retaliation before embracing him in a hug.

"Thanks for understanding," he murmured. Taemin tightly held on.

"Be good to Key hyung," Taemin said, before gently pushing Onew away. "Now, I

discovered that there's a lightweight wheelchair you can actually break dance with. I'm

trying to get my dad to buy me one and when I develop these," he motioned to his spindly

arms, "I'll be dancing again."

"That's....amazing," Onew said. Taemin beamed.

And it felt right.

****************

"I look stupid," Key complained, weakly pulling at the three scarves that were bundled

around his neck. Onew huffed before placing earmuffs on Key's ears.

"Well, at least you'll be stupid and healthy," Onew replied. He checked Key's jacket

zipper once more before nodding to himself in satisfaction. "Okay, let's go!" Excitedly,he began rolling Key out of the room.

"Whoa...who brought in fluffy?" JongHyun muttered as he walked by. He received ahissed Shut up from Key and a broad grin from Onew before the pair disappeared.

"All this," Key groaned, "to go up to the rooftop. At least take me somewhere in the Alps

or something if you're going to bundle me up."

"The doctor said to keep you warm," Onew replied. "Trust me, I would prefer less

clothing as well." He winked, causing Key to flush a dark red comparable to his cherryscarf. He muttered about crude behavior and how I bet Onew never even got any.

"Just in time," Onew interrupted Key's grumbles. He lifted Key from his wheelchair andonto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around the other.

"The first star," he whispered, as a glimmering light moved closer across the dark sky.



Key averted his eyes to look at Onew. His eyes were tightly shut and lips white from

being pursed together.

"I wish," Onew suddenly said, eyes still tightly closed, "that whoever is up there would

make Key all better so we can dance together. And, I wish to be with him forever,

because I don't think I could ever give him up." He peeked through his eyes to give Key awink.

Key flushed pleasantly. "You can't make two wishes," he complained, lightly hittingOnew's chest. "There's only one star."

But then, as Onew's lips grew closer and then pressed tightly against his own, Key

discovered that there are so many more stars, each creating its own firework, dancingwithin his chest.

************************

JongHyun made a gagging sound before flopping himself onto Taemin's bed.

"Hyung," the younger groaned, pushing him away. "Just because I can't move my legs

doesn't mean you can sprawl all over them."

"Save me, Taemminie," JongHyun muttered, grasping the younger's hand, who merelyrolled his eyes. "If I have to watch anymore of this lovey-dovey sap, I might seriously go

insane."

Minho chortled quietly at this comment and the dark glare Key sent JongHyun's way.

"You are my best friend, but since my legs are paralyzed at the moment, I will nothesitate to ask my boyfriend to kick your ass," Key growled. JongHyun snorted before

turning towards Onew.

"You wouldn't do that, right hyung?" JongHyun smiled. Onew froze for a moment.

"Well...if Key wants..then, I suppose," he carefully responded. Taemin whisperedwhipped while Key relished the defeated look in JongHyun's eyes.

"Pizza!" the nurse interrupted, handing Minho a box. "And please don't make a mess."

"Food!" JongHyun gleefully shouted, grabbing a slice. He handed Taemin one before

regarding Key.

"Want one?" JongHyun teased. There was a pause.

"I hate you," Key whispered, hurt layered upon his voice. The room froze as JongHyun

realized his mistake.



"Shit..." he gasped. "Dude, Key...shit, I didn't mean to....I completely forgot."

"You completely forgot that hyung can barely chew anymore? I think that hurts more,"

Taemin scoffed. JongHyun shot him a look.

Smiling lightly, Onew made his way over to Key holding a small bowl. "It's okay," he

murmured, rubbing Key's still hands. "Pizza doesn't taste that good anyways..too much

oil."

Lifting a spoon, he held porridge to Key's tight lips. "Say ahh," Onew grinned. Key

glared at him, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Get it away from me," he grumbled, pain still evident in his voice. Onew sighed.

"Okay, I didn't want to have to do this," he replied. "Here comes the train! Woot woot~

Now open wide so that the Porridge Express can get home safely!"

There was a beat of silence before Minho collapsed on the ground, shaking. Alarmed,Onew looked over the bed.

"Please...please," Minho gasped out, mirth leaking from his eyes. " Please tell me that you

do that every time Key eats because then, my life is complete."

JongHyun regarded Minho's still shaking form before letting out a laugh himself, soon

joined by Taemin's giggles. Onew gave a grin before turning to Key again.

"You were born to make me suffer," Key deadpanned. Onew chuckled while pouring

porridge into Key's mouth.

"Only during meal times."

***************

"It's taking over."

Onew paused in the hallway, conveniently hidden in the shadows. He watched as the

doctor paused outside the room.

"First his legs, then his arms..he has barely any strength left in his fingers. Soon he won't

be able to move his neck or his mouth," the doctor sighed, looking over charts. "He's half

his body weight, and dropping fast." An intern gazed at Key's form on the bed.

"Wouldn't it be more humane to put him to sleep?" he pondered. The doctor rubbed his

neck tiredly, years etched into his wrinkled face.



"Let him live his days. He can still decide for himself," he replied. "He will know when

to give up."

Never , Onew thought. His fingers curled firmly against his side, nails digging into the

flesh. I'll never give him up.

***************

Key stared at Onew until he broke down under the scrutinizing gaze.

"My hands are fine, I promise!" Onew pleaded. He lifted his hands, revealing half a

dozen SpongeBob band-aids covering his palms. "I just cut them somewhere."

Key remained silent.

"Fine," Onew gave in. He winced while peeling off the band-aids, revealing crescent-

shaped gashes oozing blood.

"Hyung!" Key shrieked. His fingers weakly twitched on the bedsheets. "I can't even movemy arms anymore and you're still injuring yourself?"

"Sorry," Onew meekly whimpered, looking down. Key breathed through his nose,

attempting to calm down.

"Disinfect and put on clean band-aids," he instructed. "And don't get hurt again."

Grinning cheekily, Onew did as he was told.

"This kind of reminds of when I first came here," he said. "Remember, I crushed thatvase and got cuts on my hands?"

Key's mouth quirked at the memory, but his eyes remained fixed on Onew's hands,watching as he worked.

"Only, now I'm taking care of you," Onew finished. At Key's pointed look, he added,

"Except when I hurt myself."

As he put on the last band-aid, he lifted them to Key's mouth.

"Kiss it better," he said, adding in a pout for good measure. Key rolled his eyes but

complied, applying light pressure to Onew's palms. His lips lingered gently, as Onew

moved one hand to cup Key's face while the other traced his features.

"I think I just threw up," JongHyun muttered from the door as he watched the pair. Onew

quickly dropped his hands in embarrassment.



"Way to ruin the moment, Jjong," Key retorted, initiating an argument between the two.

"What moment? You were kissing his hands!" JongHyun replied exasperatedly.

As the pair continued to bicker, Onew looked on fondly between them. He felt Key's

fingers lightly trace his own before firmly slipping into his grasp. They were strong, aliveand tightly holding on.

*****************

"I hate porridge," Key said, tongue lolling lazily in his mouth. He worked his muscles to

form the next few words. "I'm going to turn into mush soon."

"Which is why I prepared something special today," Onew said excitedly. Key's eyes lit

up brightly as his fingers trembled in anticipation.

"Tofu!" Onew laughed, pulling out a bowl. "It's soft, good, and requires no chewing atall." Ingenious, Taemin called out from his bed while JongHyun clapped mockingly.

Key made an indignant sound in his throat. "I know," Onew said proudly. "You're thrilled

beyond belief."

He lifted the spoon to Key's face. "No," Key threw out, fingers tapping his bony legs.

"Yes," Onew responded. He leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to

feed you through my mouth? I'm sure the guys won't mind." JongHyun made a loudcatcall while Minho sniggered.

Dejected, Key slowly opened his mouth to take in the food.

"See," Onew said. "It tastes good." Key grimaced while working the soft tofu down his

throat. Once finished, Onew quickly spooned some more.

"I'm full," Key announced twenty spoonfuls later.

"Just a bit more?" Onew pleaded, only to receive tired eyes. "Okay," he gave in.Carefully, he tucked Key under the sheets, hand lingering on his warm head.

He ignored the bowl of tofu on the table, still full.

******************

"Dye my hair," Key said. "I want it black again."

"Just wait until I'm done cleaning-" Onew started.



"Now."

Onew paused while making the bed and regarded Key in his wheelchair. He leanedheavily to one side, unable to move his body or his neck anymore.

He's been a bit crankier, Onew thought idly. He carefully made his way over.Straightening Key's posture, he leaned back and sighed.

"Fine, I'll go buy the dye," he replied.

"And then dress me in my suit," Key continued, words hollow.

"Are you going somewhere?" Onew asked.

"Just do it."

Key's eyes did not waver from his Onew's, daring him to defy his requests.

"Okay."

*****************

"Oh my, Key. You look absolutely wonderful," the nurse gushed as Onew rolled Key intothe lounge.

"Thank you," he smiled before looking at Onew. "You can leave now."

"Why?" Onew asked. "Are you secretly meeting the noona nurses here or something?"

"And pass you up? I think not," Key replied. Onew happily relished the response and

bent down to kiss Key's head. Briefly, he grasped Key's hands, whose fingers tightly held

on, as if saying don't go.

"I'll be back soon then," Onew said, waving goodbye. Key watched him leave from his

vision, craning his neck to catch Onew's leaving footsteps.

"Now Key," the nurse smiled. "What can I do for you?"

Key stared at where Onew had disappeared from his line of sight.

"Key?"

"I need you to take my picture."

********************



Key leaned against the pillows and stared out the window, ignoring Onew's questions.

"Do you want to go outside today? It's beautiful, with the leaves falling," Onewcommented. Receiving no response, he lifted a stuffed animal and placed on Key's lap.

"Or maybe, we should visit the children's ward today. They really liked it when wewatched a movie with them last time," Onew said. Key continued to gaze outside.

Meeting JongHyun's worried look, Onew finally touched the younger boy's face softly.

"Hey, what's-" he started.

"Don't touch me."

Minho looked up from his book at Key's curt response. Surprised, Onew withdrew his

hand.

"Just leave me alone."

Onew reached out again, fingers just shy of Key's hair.

"Please."

"Key, I don't understand-"

"Just go away."

******************

Onew cheerfully bounced into the room, humming as he began folding freshly washedlaundry.

"Ah," he breathed in. "These smell so good." Glancing over at Key, he put down theclothes.

"That reminds me," Onew said. "It's your bath day." He leaned over to lift Key, who

feebly pushed against Onew with what strength he had.

"Get away from me," Key hissed.

"Key, I don't stink that badly," Onew grinned.

"Just stop it...get away," Key continued, turning his head away.

"What's wrong?" Onew sighed, tiredly leaning against the hospital bed. "I don't

understand why you're so moody these days."



"Moody?" Key scoffed. "Makes you mad, doesn't it, how often I yell at you, how often I

mock you?"

"No-"

"Isn't it disgusting, that you're taking orders from a little thing like me? I can't even moveanymore and you're stuck here, doing everything for someone who can't wipe his own

ass..."

"Stop...stop it..."

"You want to know why I'm moody?" Key shrieked. "Because you make me sick. It's

you! I don't want to see your face, I don't want you near me, so just get away!"

Key's heavy pants filled the silence.

Calmly, Onew grabbed the remaining laundry and headed out the door, pausing for amoment.

"Don't push me away, Key," he whispered.

************************

The final straw happened on a Tuesday in November, just after three in the afternoon.

Dark clouds promising a downpour gathered under the gloomy sky. The cold air was kept

outside by the whirring of the heater, but it could do nothing about the cold tensioninside.

JongHyun watched nervously as Onew tried to talk to Key, to no avail. There was noresponse from the other, merely a blank look.

"Turn on the TV," Key suddenly said. Brightening, Onew leapt for the control and turnedon the device.

"Change the channel," Key said. Onew pressed a button.

"Again."

"What?" Onew asked.

"Change the channel."

Minho breathed carefully, watching the situation as it unfolded messily.

"Turn it off," Key said. Onew paused.



"But you said you wanted-"

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Key, stop being an idiot," JongHyun finally broke in.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking child, Kim JongHyun," Key spat, eyes ablaze.

"There's no need to be harsh," Onew tried to pacify.

"No, this is me. I'm harsh, I'm crude, I'm a rude bastard who doesn't care about anything

or anyone," Key said, voice picking up volume and hysteria.

"Stop this," Onew pleaded, grabbing Key's hands.

"You stop it!" Key screamed. "Get away! Get away and leave me alone- disappear from

my life! I hate you! I hate you!"

Tears blurred his vision. Colours ran together, sounds blended into the noise of Key'sscreams, all urging him to leave. As Onew ran away, he could barely feel the pounding

rain on his back.

**********************

The nurse looked in warily, regarding the quiet room with apprehension. It had never

been this quiet before. There was always some racket going on, either JongHyun and Key bickering, Minho's deep chuckles, Taemin's excited voice, or even Onew's soothing

hums.

Now, it was silent. JongHyun and Minho sitting still on the beds as Key gazed out the

window. Only Taemin showed any movement, anxiously looking around.

"Is Onew-shi not visiting today?" the nurse asked, eager to break the unpleasant silence.

JongHyun lifted his head, shooting a glare at Key that went unnoticed.

"Not anymore..." JongHyun said with clenched teeth.

"It's a shame," the nurse sighed, leaving the room.

The wall clock ticked steadily, filling the stifling silence.

"That's it," Taemin grunted. He flung his body over the bed and into his wheelchair.Rolling quickly, he made his way next to Key's bed, leaning forward to jerk his hyung's

face towards him. Worriedly, Minho cautiously got up.

"You are a fucking idiot," Taemin hissed, staring into Key's eyes. "I've been watching



No one should dance alone.

"But..you pushed me away," Onew stuttered.

Dance with me.

"You're...you can't..."

Promise..

"Hey, you all right, buddy?" the bartender said, looking worriedly at Onew's bright eyes.

"Had a bit too much tonight?"

"Did you see him?" Onew mumbled, eyes fixated on the dance floor. "Key...he...was

right there."

"Key? That kid from a few months back?" the bartender frowned. "He hasn't been here

since then. I don't know what you're talking about."

Dance with me.

"I've got to go," Onew muttered, rushing out the door.

The bartender stared at the dance floor for a few more moments before shrugging. Kids

these days.

*******************

"He'll have mood swings, mostly fixating on an enraged emotion. Shouting and temper

tantrums will be a given, as well as being easily agitated," the doctor said. "Most likely,

he'll push you away, mentioning how he never wants to see you again."

Onew bit his lips.

"It's a hard time for him. He can barely move anything anymore. Blinking and talking aregifts by this point of the disease," the doctor continued. "We might have to put him on a

ventilator to breathe later on."

As he heard this, Onew shut his eyes, berating himself for being insensitive to Key's

feelings.

"And, he gave this to the nurses the other day," the doctor said. He pulled out a framed

photo of Key, donned in recently dyed black hair and a suit. "He said he wanted a good

photo for his funeral."



He carefully handed the photo to Onew, whose breath hitched.

"It's because he's hurting," Onew murmured, clutching the photo. "That's why he's been pushing me away."

The doctor raised his eyebrow. "Or," he replied. "Because he doesn't want someone heloves to hurt."

*******************

Taemin gasped lightly when the room door opened. JongHyun and Minho opted to stare

unabashedly. Unable to turn his head, Key closed his eyes, hoping it wasn't nurses

coming for another check-up.

"You idiot," a voice murmured. Onew gently cupped Key's face in his palms.

"No..." Key weakly mumbled, as tears flew down his face.

"Do you really think pushing me away would make me give up on you?" Onewwhispered, touching his forehead to Key's own. He reached down to lace his fingers with

Key's.

"You're wasting your time, your life," Key croaked out. "I'm going to die...go away."

"Stupid," Onew murmured. "You make me feel alive. You make me dance with life."

Key gasped as Onew's lips met his own, slow and unhurried, as if they had all the time in

the world.

"Cheesy" JongHyun muttered. "But effective."

Onew grinned against his lips as he felt Key's fingers squeeze tightly, trembling with anewfound joy.

***************

"It's here!" Taemin squealed happily. He burst into the room with Minho in tow, who was

carrying a large box. "The new wheelchair has finally arrived!"

"Sweet," JongHyun said, running over to Taemin. "Try it out."

Key tapped Onew's hand, who nodded. Onew gently lifted Key into his arms and madetheir way towards the group. He tried to ignore how much lighter Key felt, how he was

all bones and angles now.

"This is so cool," Taemin said, rolling around in the new chair. "It's so lightweight...I



might be able to do a handstand soon!"

Onew felt Key tremble excitedly in his arms. Laughing, Onew spoke to the group. "Ithink Key's happy for you, Taemin."

Tears welled in Taemin's eyes as he looked at his hyung. Key could barely talk anymore,as it required too much energy. And yet, he was excited for Taemin's new chair while he

couldn't even move. Quickly, blinking away the tears, Taemin smiled brightly.

"Thanks hyung," he said. "As soon as you're better, you need to try it out too. We could

make a dance team!

Key's mouth worked to make a smile.

"Wait, what about me?" JongHyun pouted. "I can't join?"

"You...could be the singer," Taemin offered. JongHyun rolled his eyes.

"Right, give the vocals to the guy who has a lung disease," he snorted. Taemin giggled.

"And Minho hyung could be...the rapper," Taemin continued. "He looks scary enough."

"Wait a minute," Minho groaned. "I don't look that scary....and why can't I sing?"

Onew chuckled, holding Key against his chest and breathing in his warm scent.

"You should be the leader hyung," Taemin said to Onew.

"Oh?" Onew replied, pleased with the idea.

"Yeah. At least one person in the group needs to be healthy," JongHyun snickered. Key

hummed in quiet laughter.

"So we're an entire group, all performing together," Taemin decided. Onew smiled, a

warm feeling in his chest.

Together.

***************

Onew groggily woke to the sound of Key humming beside him. Yawning slightly, he

looked at the clock - 12:14- and cuddled Key.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Onew murmured, already halfway back asleep.

"I had a dream," Key said. Quickly, Onew fully awoke. Key rarely spoke unless it was



absolutely important; talking required too much effort. Tucking Key under his chin,

Onew squeezed him to indicate he was listening.

"We were in a group. Taemin, JongHyun, Minho, you and me...all five of us. And just

like Taemin said, you were the leader, JongHyun was the singer, Minho was the rapper,

and Taemin and I danced," Key said, voice excited. "We wore very fashionable outfits."

Onew chuckled.

Smiling, Key continued. "And we did really cool choreography. I think people liked us,

because wherever we went, they cheered our name."

"What did they call us?" Onew whispered.

"SHINee," Key replied. "Like, the stars in the sky."

He let out a sigh. "It seemed so real...like it was all true. And I was so happy."

Onew hugged him tighter, wondering whose heart made the loudest noise as it cracked.

*******************

"We're going to dance tonight," Onew said happily, rolling out the wheelchair. Hewhistled as he arranged cushions on the chair. Key blinked three times.

"And that is code for what the fuck," JongHyun said. Key narrowed his eyes at the boy, breathing out Shove it .

"I'll explain when we're there," Onew grinned, lifting Key into the chair. Wavinggoodbye to JongHyun, he wheeled Key away, down past doctors and nurses, past rooms

and halls, all the way to an empty alcove. It was dark except for five candles placed on

the ground. A lone boom box sat in the corner.

"I know," Onew said. "If you didn't love me so much, you would find this either

ridiculously cheesy or borderline creepy."

Key hummed in agreement, a smile small playing around his lips.

"And now for the best part," Onew singed. He clicked the boom box on. A steady bassfilled the once quiet alcove, mixing with the sound of electronic riffs and autotune notes.

"I borrowed it from the club where we met," Onew said sheepishly, rubbing his head. "Ifigured this was as good as anything."

Gently, he lifted Key, wrapping his arms under Key's armpits and around his waist. With

care, Onew positioned Key's feet over his own.



"Now, we can dance," Onew whispered. Slowly and steadily, he swayed their bodies. It

was sporadic and completely offbeat, mismatching with the thrum of the music. And yet,it was their own dance, something no beat or rhythm could follow- something that

resided only in their hearts.

"No one should dance alone. Remember?" Onew murmured, pulling Key tightly against

his body. "From that first moment, when I saw you...everything changed."

"M-m-me...too," Key croaked out. While his hands hung limply by his side, Key's fingers

firmly tugged Onew's shirt, forefinger and thumb clasping through the cloth in a tight

grasp. "T-thank...y-y-you."

**************

Key went into a coma the next morning. For three days, Onew never left the bedside.

JongHyun, Minho, and Taemin watched as the cycles under Onew's eyes grew, face

taking on a pale, dull colour. The heart monitor beeped weakly, steadily counting downeach beat, each second. Every breath that left Key's body seemed precious, an extra word,

an extra laugh that disappeared before their very eyes.

Rain pattered against the windows, hardening into crystals that would soon gather on theground.

I'm begging here, Onew thought.

I'm on my knees...I'm praying...wishing...

I need him to live...he gave me a reason...he proved what life was worth...

Light in darkness..

Like rain...like a miracle that carried me...

You can't take him away...

Am I being selfish...asking him to live...

I can't...give him up...

********************

Key opened his eyes. Onew immediately grabbed his face, willing the tears not to fall.

JongHyun, Minho, and Taemin crowded around the bed, holding their breaths.



"I....had that...dream again," Key breathed. "We were ...all there...it was so..wonderful."

He looked at his friends, staring into their eyes with silent words. Satisfied, he turned tolook into Onew's eyes.

"I want...to go ...back," he sighed. The heart monitor skipped a beat, beeping unsteadily,and Onew gasped.

"No...no...not yet. You can't..." Onew pleaded, reaching out towards the emergency button.

"Please..." Key breathed.

Beep.

"No...stay here with us...with me.." Onew whispered. "I promise, we'll always dance

together...I'll do anything...just...no..."

Beep.

"Onew..."

Beep.

"You can't...I'm not going to give up on you."

Key's breath fluttered lightly. "There's a difference...between giving up...and letting go."

Beep.

Onew's hand trembled, a mere few centimeters from the button. "I love you," he

whispered.

"Always," Key breathed, a small smile spreading across his face.

Shaking, Onew wrapped Key in his arms. He touched his eyes, his hair, his cheeks, hislips, encasing their feeling in his mind forever.

"Dance now," Onew murmured, tears spilling into Key's hair. "Dream all you want."

With a final contented sigh, Key closed his eyes.

And he danced.

*******************



"Fresh air...clear skies...green grass..." JongHyun sighed. "This surely means..."

"Soccer!" Minho cheered. He kicked a ball onto the grass and tugged a complainingJongHyun behind him.

"Thanks for bringing us here, hyung," Taemin said to Onew. "It feels good to be in theopen."

Onew smiled, watching Taemin as he tested out the wheelchair on the grass.

"Think you can beat Minho in a race with that chair?" Onew asked, arching his eyebrow

towards Minho. "You've been getting faster."

"Hm," Taemin pondered, before beaming. "Only if there's ice cream involved for the

winner."

Onew happily nodded, earning a pleased laugh from the other. With a push, Taeminrolled towards Minho.

"Hey hyung!" he shouted. "Prepare to be destroyed by a guy in a wheelchair."

Laughing deeply, Onew watched as the two bickered with a confused JongHyun between

them. The wind blew through his hair and Onew closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Hefelt the sun beat down, warm and comfortable. Key would have loved this, he thought.

"Onew hyung!" Minho shouted. "Join us!"

Onew opened his eyes to see three faces, each gazing at him with warmth and love.

"Come on," JongHyun smiled.

It's these moments, so simple and clear...it's these people, so close and precious...it's

through this that people live on...through this that people find something worth living

for...

With a cheerful cry, Onew ran to join the others, his heart bursting with the dance of life.

Airplanes in the Night Sky - Onkey

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