Jongsuk was an emotional wreck today had been an awful day. He had threw up this morning and kept falling asleep. As he sat doing his own make up in one of his favorite teachers classes he felt his eye lids grow heavy yet again. It just had to be when he was doing eyeliner. As he fell asleep his arms grew limp letting the eyeliner pencil slip from his hand. His head hit the table with a thump and he shot up awake. He could see the people around him laughing and it made things worse that he couldnt hear them. His eyes began to well up with tears they didn't understand his pain, the didn't know he had cancer. Standing up he scuttled out the classroom.

Key was completely prepared. The good thing about him that he was always in denial, denial that he was nervous for anything and it was that belief that made it true. He strode down the corridor, bag free yet he still managed to part the sea of younger kids. "Move aside." He ordered, voice monotone, uninterested in whether they wanted to or not. 

He slid into the voice technique class just on time, and although he had been hoping to borrow jo kwon's his studded leather jacket made up for it. 

"I'm ready to perform. I'll go first." He volunteered boldly, stepping up right in front of him.

His lips twitched because he knew this was some kind of game that they were both willing to play, and this was more for amusement rather than delivering any kind of serious message to him. 

There was absolutely no possibility that he was singing this song without dancing along to it. He was out to impress, and he knew exactly who he was intending on directing it to. It was probably a bit of a risky move but the idea itself amused him. 

Going from such a calm song to this, Key's gaze was fierce and he was already trying not to laugh. Judas had always been one of his favourites even long before he understood english and could even grasp what they were talking about. 

He chose to sing in english not because of his idols being mostly english but because it was, in a way, totally impressive. 

When he comes to me I am ready.

He could imagine just exactly who he was directing his attention to when he delivered this assignment, hips rolling and arms reaching out in the complex choreography that he had burnt into his brain. Key didn't have a passion for dancing, not at all, he was too stubborn for variety but when he had a favourite ruitine it was there forever. 

I’ll bring him down, bring him down, down A king with no crown, king with no crown

Ohohohoh I’m in love with Judas

Key was definitely not in love with Jo kwon and he probably never would be. Nor was he anything like Judas, but in the spur of the moment, perhaps when jo kwon had him right where he wanted him, it was the only time Key didn't mind not having control, yet afterwards he couldn't even fathom that he had been so foolish to let him do it. 

I wanna love you, But something’s pulling me away from you Judas is the demon I cling to

Almost ecstatic that he had found something that he could do he escaped from his dorm room. It was a relatively hot day today compared to all the other days of snow. Key hated wearing unnecessary layers. Once he got to an empty practise room he threw his studded leather jacket down on the floor, watching it slide across the black surface. 

He wasn't prepared to stand at the front of the class like a lemon. If he was going to show up and do the assignment then he was going to go all out on it. Being a huge gaga fan and not at least knowing some of the moves would have been an embarrassment. 

The irony of the first song was that he didn't actually have any parents. 

I've had enough, I'm not a freak I just keep fightin' to stay cool on the streets I've had enough, enough, enough And this is my prayer, I swear I'm as free as my hair I'm a free as my hair I am my hair

When he had heard the song for the first time he had found it stupid, and like everyone else he had skipped onto the more popular songs. But it had grown on him and he could relate to him. Key didn't like to be restricted by something, and the fact that the song was about hair was perfect for him. He bleached his hair on a regular basis and it was never the same shade as the month before. He'd been called a freak when he was younger because of his epilepsy, hence why he tried so hard now not to let it ruin his reputation. 

He of  course couldn't spend the whole time singing some emotional song that related to his childhood in only a way that he could understand so halfway through the song his finger tapped his iphone and he transformed, smirk instantly growing as he moved into the middle of the floor. 

Part of him wanted nothing more than to make a journey to the staff room and potentially another trip down Jo kwon's pants to try and persuade him not to do the assignment. Not that he had any kind of terror at performing but rather he just couldn't find the right song. 

He sat aimlessly scrolling through the playlists on his iphone, the back strategically cracked and ink placed between the marks to create a rainbow effect. 

He knew that he had to pick something that meant something to him. He had his big top performers that he was in love with, and two of those were Beyonce and lady gaga, both of which appealed to his inner diva. He knew however that their songs had so much to live up to that he couldn't possibly do them enough justice. He had a good stage presence but it made up for the strength in his vocals that he was lacking. 

Beyonce was a definite no no, and he began thinking about what he could portray. There was no point singing something emotionlessly, there had to be a hidden message, a drive to sing it. He was scrolling through gaga's songs before he got an idea, it was being torn between 'Hair' and 'Judas' that he knew they were going to be perfect for him.

People often found it difficult to grasp why Key did things. He was in most peoples eyes spontaneous because as soon as he tried something, the addiction or whatever it was seemed to last for a week before he moved onto something else. It was obvious that he had a problem, although it wasn't fully clear what it was. He had always drunk though, on and off, occasionally and he was certainly not an alcoholic. He was however recklessly balled up against the back of the university building, vodka bottle swinging between his index and middle fingers grip. 

He knew what it could and would do to him, which was ironic, considering that his epilepsy was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. He told people that he found it embarrassing when it happened in public but if he was honest, he found it much worse when he was alone, coming around alone and confused, and it never got easier each time that it happened. The alcohol had the potential to trigger a seizure, yet here he was repeatedly putting the bottle to his lips, hard almost hazel eyes focussed on one spot  in the distance. He had his good days, the days where he was, as you could put it, his usual self. He also had days light this, his grandma had fallen ill, as they did, but he had no other family around to support him.