"are you scared?" asks changmin, running his fingers lightly through her hair, bending down to press moist, little kisses all over her forehead.

"a-a little," she mutters inaudibly. his hair is spiky and cut stylishly short. black leather jacket and immpossibly tight jeans make up the rest of his ensemble. she catches a whiff of his cologne-hugo boss mixed with sweat.

shim changmin is one tough guy to figure out. she cant understand what he's thinking. why he's making this so fucking hard for her.

"where is yunho?" she asks him firmly, pushing his hands away.

eyebrows raise. his indifferent expression has become controlled calm.

"the hell would i know, queenka?" changmin says lightly. "look boa, yunho does things and goes places even i, his boy dont know shit about. you should just worry about keeping your perfect image, okay? do you know what happens if the office actually checks their school surveillance tapes this week?"

panic. it starts somewhere in her chest and ends up being bile in her throat that she has to fight to keep down. knees start shaking. his face softens. hands rub boa's back in soothing circles.

"breathe, you fool," changmin breathes on her lips. "dont worry; i bribed the cop monitoring the cameras. there's nothing except yunho and you coming out of that fucking closet. nothing else. at the worst, if that shit got to the main office, you'd only be suspended. see, you're still cool, okay? still queenka, baby."

"why'd you do that?" boa asks him slowly, calmed down by now. "yunho doesnt give shit about getting suspended."

mouth twists. "yeah," changmin says thoughtfully. "but i know you do."