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Three years had passed since the fateful day that the two had sat down and gone over the pros and cons of their relationship. It had turned out, by proven assumption, that they had more flaws than they did attraction, causing them to part. And though it left the both of them to truly question their purpose, they soon had recovered. Granted, they hadn't seen one another considering he had stayed in South Korea to continue working and promoting with his group, but it was for the best, and it made them both happy. What they needed was time apart, and this was definitely the perfect opportunity.

Currently he, and the rest of his crew, were in the dance studio working on the choreography for their new single, Adrenaline. It was a nice song with club and dubstep beats, and it was exactly what he needed to expend some pent up energy. He was always a great dancer in the group, but lately the boys had to fight their own battles in order to keep up with him and stay in sync. He would constantly apologize, feel horrible, but they didn't seem bothered by it; rather, they would cheer him on and claim that this was the best he had been in a long time. They were alright with fighting to catch up to him so long as he didn't make any mistakes.

He was the visual of the group, as well as the 'dance machine' of MYNAME. The fans kept their eyes on the hyperactive male, and it gave them the points they needed to stay a group in this uptight business. Breaths were heard, heavy, though one set was perfectly at ease. The brunette sat down upon the floor, humming and stretching his quivering legs. They felt good, they hadn't in a long time. The rest of his group members were situated around him, looking passed out unconscious on the hardwoods. He chuckled in amusement, though guilt shone in dark, puppy-like eyes.

"I'm sorry." He spoke again for the nth time that night, and they groaned. One raised a glimmering hand and waved it at him, and he felt an overwhelming sense of disgust when he felt a droplet splat against a flawless, though mildly sweaty, cheek.

"That was disgusting, hyung."

He tried his best to maintain his angered expression, but the next few seconds and they were all breaking out in laughter, rolling around and clinging to one another despite the heat. This was why they were so successful; not only because they were great dancers, great singers, and came up with great ideas, but because they were close. They were brothers, always would be, and they were his true family. Ronin was a step-brother, but they had fallen out of touch. And his relationship with his parents was... more or less nonexistent.

"Do you think manager-hyung will get mad?"
"About what?"
"Us training until 2 AM..."

Seyong let out a laugh, running a hand through his spiked hair. The strands were getting long- at least three inches; but it still looked good. He would always look good.

"I don't think he cares about us, so long as we're bringing in money."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"It's funny that you think that," said a deep voice from the doorway. Jaimi leaned against the doorframe, an amused smirk on his lips. He was a tall man, with nice features. His stubble made his look rugged in a handsome way, and those dark eyes were like unfathomable fools. It was easy to forget what a complete a** he could be.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The five turned their heads toward him, but only one seemed to sneer at the way he held himself, or the way that expression looked so tempting to rip off. The brunette sighed quietly and slowly stood, ignoring the strain of his lower back. He turned toward the male then, dark eyes revealing nothing of his contempt toward their joint manager.

"Manager-hyung." They all greeted with 90 degree bows, as respect calls, and Seyong lifted himself while watching him.

"When did you come in?" Another voice chimed in.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"About a minute ago," Jaimi said, still looking quite amused. He didn't even acknowledge the sign of respect. "What are you five doing up?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Practicing. You always told us to practice, even if it was late."

Seyong had the urge to stick his tongue out at the male but resisted.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Jaimi's eyes wandered to Seyong, and the look on his face said he knew Seyong's thoughts, even though that wasn't possible. Or was it? You never knew, and Jaimi wasn't about to share whether or not he was a part of the Secret World. He knew about it, though. Oh, yes, he knew. "Well, good work, then. I wasn't expecting you to stay up this late, though."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The guys nodded and started toward the door, but Seyong hung back, glaring through the window. He refused to get anywhere near the male. He had been the cause of too many... horrid things in his life.

Insoo held back and looked at the brunette. "Se?"

"...mm."

"You coming?"

"...mm-mm."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Jaimi raised his eyebrows at Seyong. "Well, go on, young man," he said in his deep voice. "I don't want to keep you from your friends." He smiled faintly, his dark eyes glittering. He knew that the younger male hated him. He knew he had reason to. He just... he couldn't resist his attraction to him, even though he knew his methods of drawing him closer had been wrong.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He shot a glare at him and shoved past, following his group members.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Jaimi watched him go and then heaved a sigh once the boys had left. He didn't try to make everyone around him hate him. It just sort of... happened. Was he really an awful person? He'd spent years telling himself he wasn't, but he was starting to believe those glares and hateful looks.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

~ T I M E . S K I P ~

They were performing one of their concerts again. They wouldn't be going to New York- no, that was for the truly popular groups, such as Super Junior and SNSD. The crowd was large, larger than they had at first anticipated, and that scared but also excited them.

The stage was dark. The crowd murmured frantically, waiting for the moment when their favorite idols- their 'biases'- would appear.

The lights switched on, and there the boys were in all their glory. They had grown since the last time they had performed- this was their comeback debut after a year of being absent. Seyong had dyed his hair blonde the night before, and it looked rather nice on him. Currently he was wearing a black shirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows , and dark skinnies with vans. The bracelets on his wrists tinkled together when he moved, but he didn't seem too bothered by it.

They were all focused on the choreography, and singing / rapping their parts correctly.

[ Kai is lazy and is going to post a video so you can be mildly entertained by the dancing boys ]

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Lol)

Jaimi stood backstage, watching from behind the curtain. His boys were doing well. That's how he thought of them: his boys. Like he owned them. He shook his head, pushing back that train of thought. He really was screwed up. How was he just coming to realize this?

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The concert ended and Insoo walked over to his father.

"How did we do?" The grinning boy asked, breathless from the workout.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Insoo? Father? Crystal confused. Lol)

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[ If you remember, Seyong's manager was basically blackmailing him to marry Insoo, and if he didn't the debt of all of his group, as well as his own schooling, was going to fall onto his shoulders.

Insoo and Seyong ended up becoming good pals instead of spouses. ]

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Ohhh. Memory is lacking on my part xD)

Jaimi nodded approvingly. "Well enough to please the fans, I think," he said. He wasn't one to offer much praise. That was as good as it got from him.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Insoo felt a little disappointed in the praise, but at least it was some. He nodded and walked away to get undressed and changed in some comfy clothes to work out in for their practice session.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Jaimi nodded to each of the boys as they left the stage, his own show of satisfaction.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Seyong walked over to Jaime, expression indifferent.

(Wondering if we should skip to when they're together and sneaking around...)

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Bump.