Bonus - 9

"It's not often I see you smile."

Shinee's voice startles me. We haven't spoke for the past hour, instead spending our time pouring over notepads full of ideas. So far, most of them are useless. But what it is, is a step forward in the planning that has taken me years, and I don't feel bad about it. Shinee hasn't once hinted at an ulterior motive, and it seems as those he is trying to help.

Oddly enough, this has been...fun. Maybe that's not the best word, but I've began to feel excitement, at what this might mean. I lay on my stomach on the floor of my motel room, right at the hearth of a blazing fire. Shinee is on the bed, legs crossed. It's amusing him like this. He taps the end of his pen against his chin, concentrating on the piece of paper be balances on a stray book.

It's such a normal action for such an otherworldly man.

"You get to our age and suddenly it's harder to find the fun in things you typically would," I admit, drawing random patterns across the page. "I thought you