*Onew’s POV*

Five days left now. We went on dates during that fifth to last day, seeing as Vanessa would be back that evening so it was the last time just the ten of us would be together.

I took Rebecca to the chicken restaurant I’d brought her to on our first date so long ago. We ordered the same thing and sat at the same table. However, our conversation was very different.

“So, this is our last date I guess,” Rebecca said. She’d barely touched her chicken, and I’d only had a piece or two of mine. The reality of the situation was taking its toll on us.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “But let’s not think about that! Let’s use this date to continue to make more good memories! I want to make every last day with you count.”

I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. It reminded me of how, on our first date, I had been so nervous. I’d wanted to hold her hand, but I was too chicken to do so. Now my only want was to be with this girl for all my life.

“Alright oppa,” she looked up at me with a forced smile that broke my heart. But I hid my sorrow and tried to think of something fun we could talk about.

“Hey! You never did sing for me,” I pointed out with a smirk.

“Oh oppa, I can’t-,”

“You can! And you will!”

“Onewwww!” Rebecca laughed as I pulled her from the table and out of the restaurant. “Onew, where are you taking me?”

I hurried down the sidewalk, pulling Rebecca along with me until we reached the place I’d seen earlier.

“A bar? I’m under aged-,”

“Not just any bar; it’s a karaoke bar!” I smiled as I pulled her inside.

“Onew-,” She stopped to look around the room.

It was smoky inside the dimly lit place. People of all different kinds sat at the bar, while others sat around table playing cards, smoking, or just talking. I hadn’t realized how creepy it was seeing as I’d never been here before. I kind of regretted bringing Rebecca there, but it was too late to turn back.

“Onew, someone’s going to realize I’m too young and kicked us out,” Rebecca whispered as an old, scruffy guy walked by.

“Shhh,” I purred softly in her ear. “Nobody will know. You’re mature for your age. Anyway, we’re only here so you can sing and then we’re leaving.”

“Sing?! Oppa I can’t! There are so many people!”

“I’ll do it with you. Come on!”

I dragged her to the back of the room where the karaoke stage was. After looking through the songs I finally found one that Rebecca said she knew and for it to be played. When the music started I was surprised to hear country music come blaring through the sound system.

“Onew, I can’t-,”

“You’ll do great!” I gave her a thumbs-up and a big cheesy smile before stepping off the stage, leaving her in the spotlight.

“I’m gonna kill you,” she whispered after me.

“Later,” I winked. “Just sing!”

*Rebecca’s POV*

What the heck?! How am I supposed to do this! I can’t believe Onew did this to me. There will be some major payback in store for him!

I knew that the singing part of the song was about to come up without looking at the screen with the lyrics. Carrie Underwood had always been my idol and I knew all of her songs forwards and backwards by heart.

I took a deep breath and began to sing, “Right now, he’s probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp and she’s probably gettin thirsty.”

I was as stiff as a board. All eyes were on me and I could see that people weren’t taking me seriously. That had been something I’d hated all my life. People always thought I was average or never listened when I tried to say something. I don’t know if it was that, or the fact that Onew was looking up at me with expectant eyes, but I began to put effort into my singing and loosen up.

“Right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can’t shoot whiskey. Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick showing her how to shoot a combo... and he don’t know…”

I finally let my inner performer go, becoming totally immersed in the music and my performance. Singing my heart out I worked the stage. People began to surround the raised platform and cheer. This only helped me to keep going.

“That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats. Took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

(If you guys don’t know the song, here’s the link. Carrie Underwood has always been my idol in real life, and she’s about the other non-Kpop singer I listen to anymore. This was the first song I’d ever heard from her: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaSy8yy-mr8&ob=av2n).

“Maybe next time he’ll think… before he cheats.” When the song ended the whole bar roared in applause. I looked down in front of the stage to see Onew smiling like crazy and cheering for me. I smiled at him and jumped up and down in excitement.

Suddenly something caught my eye. Up in the front part of the bar was a man talking to a police officer. My eyes widened when the man pointed back toward me. That’s when I knew we’d been found out.