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<b style="font-weight:normal;">Jinki always liked the silence he could share with the sky while he was practicing on the roof. The clouds that floated along with the wind seem to dance to his soft vocal tones, carrying his soothing melodies to far away destinations he will never see.

‘The practice rooms are too loud’, he always claimed to his trainee friends when he was about to leave for the roof top of the SME building. It is impossible to examin your work when everyone is yapping around you like a choir.

He never cared to be alone though, just him, the tunes and the clouds of Seoul.

As he was preparing himself for the practice, his tunes floated to an unexpected destination - an elementary school boy named Taemin’s ears. The boy only came up the roof to breath some fresh air and cool himself from the exhausting trainings he puts himself into.

Taemin stepped out the stairway, his ears following the melody of Jinki’s voice from the far corner of the roof top. Even the voice of an angel couldn’t sound this perfect and marvelous, and its softness was too tempting for him not to find out the source of it.

“Words like violence, break the silence. Come crashing in, into my little world…” Depeche Mode’s ‘Enjoy the silence’ lyrics was spilling out of his throat, until he groaned in frustration as his voice cracked right before the end of the first verse. Being a 16 year-old singer means a lot of voice changing at the most unwanted moments.

“Don’t stop now!” Taemin spoke from his spot behind one of the generators on the roof’s surface. Jinki looked in panic to his left, observing the ends of the younger’s black hair dancing to the light wind. “I like this song.” Taemin said eventually when he stepped out his hiding spot.

“Do you know Depeche Mode?” Jinki asked as he kept looking at the little boy.

“No… But I like your voice when you sing it…”

“I’m not done with it yet. Do you want to hear the rest?” Taemin only nodded rapidly to his hyung’s question, dropping his backpack onto the floor and flopping next to the elder. Jinki pressed the play button one more, and looked forward, observing Seoul’s cloud’s fluffyness. He let the instrumented music stream through his body, through his veins, and up his throat and the lyrics started all over again.

“You like the silence, hyung?” Taemin asked when Jinki finally finished, and this time he had no reason to stop - no voice cracking and no lyrics mistakes, it was just one flow.

“I admire the silence.” He smirked. “There is a big difference.”

“I don’t see it to be honest.”

Jinki chuckled. “One day the silence will be the thing you will be craving for the most.”

“No way! silence is boring!”

“One day, Taeminnie. One day.”

The two boys sat on the cold floor while watching the sunset in the background of the largest city in Korea as Jinki closed his eyes - popping them open right away to look at Taemin.

“I want you to try to sing it.”

“But Jinki hyung… I’m not a good singer, I’m just a dancer…”