‘It was terrible of you to leave him like that, and now there will be many scandals about him but the company are trying to cover all of that up…’ The CEO was pacing up and down the meeting room with me half asleep. It had been half an hour now with me listening to his endless complaints and shallow analysis of the situation. I didn’t expect him to congratulate me on my creative thinking, but was it necessary to go through this whole procedure of my faults. I already know all of this for God’s sake.

‘However, I have to say, I do applaud your quick-thinking skills. You have managed to create attention and you know what they say, the more attention, the more followers, the more popularity. It shows you’re a fighter that wants to survive in this industry, Minghee, so that’s why I am letting you off the hook this once, but that does mean you must go on another outing with Wonwoo. And no surprises this time round.’

My head perked up at the song of praise. Wow, that was unexpected. My smile soon turned into a frown though at the sound of going on a date. It seemed to be worse than just making an appearance.

At exactly 12:00 I entered my private bit of Seventeen’s dance studio in order to finish off re-reading The Hunger Games for the 5th time. Unfortunately, it turned out that my private spot wasn’t so private as Minghao happened to be sitting there casually sipping coffee and reading a book. Probably in Chinese which I didn’t understand. Still, at least it was a book. That corner was meant for reading.

I took a seat next to him and continued from the bit I left off from. Katniss and Peeta were one of my many OTPs and I was just approaching the infamous berries scene. You could literally feel their chemistry on FIRE burning off the pages of the book. Them feels though. Yes, it was that powerful and so overwhelming that the need for some shrieking, a victory dance (which was really just me in a rugby stance, stomping my two feet and clapping above my head when necessary) and cries of ‘KKKKKYYYYAAAAA! KATNISSSSS! PEETAAAAA!’ It probably lasted for around two minutes but for Minghao it probably seemed like two hours. When I ended, he was simply staring, mouth blatantly agape and maybe just slightly scared? Then he sipped his coffee for extra support.

‘Minghao? Miinngghhaooo? Hello? Are you there?’ I asked waving my hand in his face. A tiny nod was his reply. ‘By the way, I am sane. Don’t worry. You’ve read the Hunger Games right?’ No reply, just a stare. ‘I’ll take that as a yes but don’t you just love Peenis?’

He spluttered on his coffee, causing it to fly all over his newly dyed hair. It had gone cold over watching me dance. ‘Take it easy, Ming, I know they’re that great.’

‘I…. love….Peenis?’ he asked carefully both in astonishment and horror.

‘OMG! You actually love Peenis! Sorry, sometimes I whack people on the head when I’m flailing my arms around in excitement. It’s just that so many others ship Galeniss and I’m just like NO! But you get me.’

‘S-sure,’ he stuttered in a not so sure way.

‘You’re wonderful!’ and I skipped away singing ‘Minghao also loves Peenis!’ away into the Ple