A/N : Hello readers^^. just a little note before the chapter: i had to reupload the latest chapter. i don't remember exactly how much i had used for the 8 chapter so maybe you'll find a part that there wasn't here before. However, the ninth chapter will be uploaded soon too! 
I lost even lots of comments so i'll appreciate if you write me what are u thinking about the story so far! thank you all for reading.
Rian

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The interview finished just before we had to go on our first stage: each of us had a little dance solo intro to do and, gratefully, me and Zelo were far from each others. The mood between us was unbearable: he was angry, totally, at me. He didn't even look at me. I had screwed up totally with him.Why? Because I had cut off every possible interaction between us: what I had done was stupid, unforgivable. I had passed the line between bandmates and he clearly was mad at me for my behaviour. And he had all the rights to be.

Not that he let outsiders see how frustrated he was with the thing. In the interview he acted as his normal and quiet self, without glaring at me and avoiding me like the day before. It made me happy, having the old Zelo even for a bit: I missed him. 
I couldn't stop my eyes lingering on him, on his face, on his lips. I forced my self again and diverted me gaze but I knew he had noticed me staring; it wasn't like I managed to hide it much. I just tried to avoid him totally, at least it was my plan.

On the stage it was a totally different story: we have to interact. And his continue annoyed behaviour of the two past days, changed totally. 
I was dumbfounded; I didn't know how to act beside him and how to react at his neverending stare: it just got to my nerves before the end of the first song.
Really, kids have those brutal mood changes often?
With the crazy changing outfits for our semi-ballad song 'secret love', I couldn't really see him til on stage: and I was without words. Where had gone the fifteen years boy? There, in front of me, looking straight to the audience with confidence, there was a young man; the white shirt and the black suit pants fitted him perfectly, the soft line of his stretching the black fabric, the crotch part well defined divided, not like with the baggy usual pants. I regained my composure just before my lines began and rapped roughly fixing my gaze only to the mass of screaming  fans. 
It worsened at our interaction at the end of the song, we had to look at each others and push away our body a couple of time.
Thanks god I had to sing so my mouth couldn't ask the million of question which popped in my mind as our gaze met; what were he thinking? And how the hell I was supposed to behave if he looked at me that way? He clearly had eyed me from head to toe, it was the first time he saw me in a suit too and I couldn't help but feeling pleased at his goggled eyes.
Fortunately, we changed back in our punk outfits just after the performance and, later on, in our 'never give up' ones. There, I took my decision on talking to him seriously; seeing him dressed all colorful like that, reminded me the days of the MV and our free spirited friendship. How could it had shattered away with a kiss? How could I be that stupid? I would talk to him that night for sure. I wasn't a coward, the situation couldn't go on anymore.

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The Skatepark lights illuminated the entire park as daylight; there weren't many people so it was easy spotting him. At least for me. I could recognize his figure even if covered up with layers of clothes. He had his head entirely hidden by a grey cotton hat along with his blue helmet while rolling around the park: where did he find strength to skate after the entire tiring day?
I adjusted my hood and my cap and started walking; I approached him slowly, by the back, waiting for him to see me coming: he looked puzzled but, for my please, not disgusted.
"Hey". My voice was even lower than normal after all the singing. I stopped a meter from him shoving my hands in the front big sac of my jumper.
"Why are you here?". Direct kid. I smirked and motioned to a bench, he followed me there silently rolling on his board. I suppressed a smile about his mania of preferring four wheels to two feet.
"I wanted to talk". He glanced at me seating on the board in front of me, not in the spot beside me on the bench: like that was impossible not looking at him. 
"About?" he fidgeted crossing his legs. Only then I noticed his jeans being ripped on a knee and stained with some blood.
"You're hurt?" my gaze wandered on his body but it seemed to be the only visible injury.
"I fell". I frowned, I could tell it was the truth from the type of scratch.
"You should clean that". Was I avoiding the topic using my worry? Yeah. What a big leader.
"It's just a scrape. If I want to learn more is normal to fell". He sounded adult. He looked adult. I had to treat him like one. Even if he wasn't one. Even if I would pay for him to be one.
"I'm sorry about the other day".
His eyes darted on me again.
"Sorry about what?". It annoyed me, his acting nonchalant.
"Ya! Stop pretending. I want things to return normal". I really wanted him back. My fingers couldn't stay still in my hoodie pocket, I continued playing with a piece of paper I had in there until he spoke.
"Returning like before..? Before you kissed me or before I asked you to date me?". My mouth fell open at his blunty answer, he had me without words for a bit. I coughed and intertwined my hands in front of me, out of the pocket.
"Both." I paused, "We were best buddies, man".
"Things changes Hyung". He moved on the board and stared at his own hands; did he mean he didn't wanted to return being friends? I waited for something more but he was mute, looking down.
"Let's change them again. You keep saying you'r not a kid.. Prove it trying to resolve the situation like an adult". I stood up and reached out my left hand to him, his gaze focused on me before his tiny hand collided in mine; I pulled him up and smiled widely at him before knocking jokingly on his helmets.
"Let's go home skate boy". I was still waiting for him to smile and, he didn't make me long for much more.
"Yeah..". There. Small but warm. He smiled and reached down to his board to pick it up.
"How can you skate after today!? I'm seriously dead!" I commented amazed while walking to the exit. He laughed and shrugged.
"I love it. I'm never tired for it". He smiled again and gazed at me for what seemed like an eternity; I stopped myself on reading more in those slim eyes, in that bittersweet smile, in his nervous hands. Before I could answer, he diverted his gaze and my heartbeat slowed again. What was wrong with me? I had already decided to stop the craziness.
"The subway is in that way". 
His casual sentence woke me up and I nodded smirking.
"Ah. Yeah, let's go".
The van was nearly empty as we dropped down on orange seats still in silence; his feet landed on his board instead of the metallic floor to make it stay still.
I was still looking at his all-star when his head bounced on my shoulder, I bet he was dead tired. I smiled and grabbed his helmet as it was sliding off from his hands: he had fallen asleep so fast?
I chuckled to myself and adjust better for him to be more comfortable: I had missed his cat nap on me.

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