Tammie's POV:
When Taemin walked out, it got quiet.
"Are you happy? Look what you guys did." Minho said.
"Seriously guys. Of all the times you could have done this, you chose now. You need to work this out or get over it already becuase its
ruining everything. Like Taemin said, you guys know what this meant to him." Jonghyun said.
"Im sorry about this, Mrs.Phan." Minho said
"Its okay. I have to go. Um, Yoona, can I talk to you?" I nodded, and walked over to her.
"I don't want you living with the sort of people. I want you back with me. I'll be over tomorrow morning to pick you up. I'm sorry."
She got up.
"Well, I', leaving now."
"Oh, okay..again, sorry."
She got up and left.
"Lets go. NOW." Minho said, glaring at Key and ____.
____ sighed.
"Drop me off at the F.T.Island house.Im not staying at ya'lls house."
"Fine." Minho said.
When we got to the car, Taemin was gone, and I started getting worried. We all got in, and the whole ride was quiet. I quickly fell asleep.
"Tammie, wake up. We're home." Minho said, gently shaking me.
"Carry me." I said, my arms stretched. He sighed and picked me up, carried me inside, and set me on the couch.
I turned around and burried my face in a pillow and started crying.
Minho sighed, walked over to me, and sat down next to me and rubbed my back, which made me jump.
"Tammie, I never got to apologize for the other night. I-I never should have kissed you."
I sat up and hugged him. "It's alright, Minho." He hesitantly put his arms around me, and I started crying some more.
"She wants me to move back." He looked at me.
"What?"
"She said, she doesn't want me living with people like you guys."
"But, wh-huh? How are you going to tell Taemin?"
"I don't know." I started crying some more, then got up and walked to Taemin's room.
I sat on the bed, and waited for him to come home.
Taemin's POV:
When I left the resturaunt, I walked around the parking lot for a while, then called Jonghyun.
"Taemin-ah! Where are you?"
"Hyung. Can you come pick me up? I'm still at the resturaunt."
"Yeah. I'll be there in ten minutes."
When we got home, Minho was sitting on the couch.
"Taemin. Um, Tammie needs to talk to you. She's in your room."
I nodded and went to my room, and she was sitting on my bed crying, holding something in her hand.
When she heard the door open, she looked up, then looked back down and started crying more.
I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her.
"Yoona, sweetie whats wrong?" She threw her arms around me and put her face in my sholulder and cried more.
