My second chapter! Hope you enjoy xx
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Chapter 2
Taemin and Jonghyun had been in the sound room for ages. Partially because they had gotten carried away with Taemin's ipod tunes. Who could go wrong with a Michael Jackson song? The pair had even cracked themselves up by doing a mini Michael Jackson karaoke. But they soon got down to business.
Jonghyun clapped when Taemin sang the last verse of his solo song. "You were great, but try tweaking your tempo on the fifth line. Make it a bit slower."
Taemin nodded and sang a little slower. His voice filled the room and it sounded much better than his earlier try. Jonghyun grinned.
"That's great. Now you need to help me."
He frowned at his hyung. "Why?"
"I want to try practicing in a different way. How about we both sing my song, its boring with only my voice to listen to."
"Arasso, arasso." Taemin took Jonghyun's lyrics and suddenly remembered. "Jonghyun how do you expect me to sing this? I can't"."
"Why?" Jonghyun said in a pathetic imitation of Taemin's voice.
"Its too high. I'll end up losing my voice."
Jonghyun rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. At least sing the chorus. Look it's nearly -"
Taemin glanced at the clock and saw that it was already time for lunch break. He grinned and jumped off his stool. "Lunch time." He sang.
"Alright but after lunch we're back in here." He pointed two fingers at his eyes then at Taemin's. "Come on, we're having lunch with the SNSD girls." Jonghyun wagged his eyebrows and strolled out the sound room.
Lunch was a merry occasion - but not for Taemin. Key and Minho were happy with their practice and Onew seemed in his own bubbly world. The girls of SNSD looked tired from their practice but were soon laughing at silly jokes. The sound of laughter and voices made Taemin feel like he was sea sick, even his favourite plate of food looked unapetizing.
"Taemin are you ok?" Yuri asked, concerned.
He nodded but didn't say anything. The head ache that was starting to brew was getting more painful by the second. His skin felt prickly with heat and his palms clammy with sweat. It wasn't long before the others noticed.
Key put down his chopstick and peered at Taemin's ashen face. "Taemin ah, you look sick. Shall I get you some water?"
Taemin shook his head and got up. Quickly leaving for the bathrooms, before they could ask questions. He ran into a cubicle and locked the door behind him. He collapsed onto the seat and held his head in hands. Hungry? Thirsty? He had no idea what he felt. His throat, however, seemed fairly insistent on telling him that it was at war.
"Taemin!" Onew knocked on the cubicle door. "Please come out. Are you ill? You could back to the dorm and rest."
Taemin's fingers curled into a ball. Yes. That's what he needed. To be alone. He needed to get his head straight. To fix up and jerk himself back to sanity. To get away from the urge to - oh lord - attack them.
He unlocked the door and said in a quiet voice. "It's just some flu, I'll ask Hiro to come pick me up." Pretending to have a runny nose, he sniffed and grabbed a handful of tisues from the dispenser.
