I'll correct the mistakes once I wake up again. I feel so sleepy rigt now. Sorry.

 

 

Enjoy. *smiles* *dies-off in bed*

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Junhyung | Hyuna | Doojoon             Do your best to ignore her. My conscious mind shouts to me. I am at my very most comfortable place right now, on the backstage— simply away from her.                 I look up to see battles of words from the prods about the upcoming performance of 'Fly So High'  by the whole family. My member sit themselves on every chair for a moment to freshen up. I am done eralier since I'm out of the stage earlier than the rest. I keep myself occupied, not minding others business as of now. I am beginning a little queasy about the next performance. It'll be with her, something we rarely do now these days. I suddenly feel so nervous about it. How shall I act later? How shall I deal with her.                 I remember the reason of this feelings, the co-stars continuing question on me about her; grilling my every pore for every chances to ask. I am personally pissed off by the fact they can't acknowledge I'm dating Hara. They always look down on her, as if she has never been part of my life —although she is still part of my life.                 "Junhyung, be ready." The director yell to me in an authoritive voice after he notices I am out the blue. The uneasiness come to a much higher level, pinning me down to nothing but nervousness.                 Then, all I can remember is that I walked out with the boys while humming my pat. —I'm trying to keep myself busy, okay?— I roll my eyes to me and continue doing what I started. My glasses are really good help, I can look without being noticed.                 "Oppa!"                 There she goes again. I mutter under my breathe. I continue walking, I prtend not to hear anything but she steps in my way completely halting me. I hiss at the moment.                 "What's wrong?" The lady ask, standing with her hands on her hips in front of me.                 Please don't do things nearer. My conscious mind shout to me. I slap him down and give in turn a smile to her. She looks up to me with her eyes gleaming in joy.                 "Nothing. I'm practicing my part for the performance." I lie, completely trying to brush off the chance of talking with her. She just smiles and suprising ly— oh no!— tugs her self in my left arm, hugging it close to her. She is this.                 "Come, let's go." She ushers me down, pulling me closer with every step. I am completely in an awful emotion right now. I just see Kikwang eyes lit up as he tosses his head back to us. Hyuenseung also does the same as he walks intentionally to my side. Doojoon and Yoseob play together, tugging his arm to Doojoon's, completely mirroring what she does to me.                 Oh, this is wrong. I whisper to my mind. They now see it again, as if I like her or what? Thinks like I love —love— when the truth is not.                 Not the way they wish. Not the way they see.                 In my own way as a friend.                 "I need to pee." I excuse as I carefully remove her hold from me, running my feet from her direction opposite. It's my only way to escape and I have no choice. But why do I feel sorry suddenly?                 I get out from the restroom only to figure out that they are all in a line behind the stage, preparing for the performance. I hurried from my place, take my mike from one of the assisstants and press my heel onto the stage; being the last member to take off from the backstage.                 This is pretty useful. Being the first to sing the part of the song, I can practically choose my place. So I hold my place to the center knowing she's on my right. I know her eyes are on me, watching me as I do my part. Yoesob and G.Na fills in the tune with me with their melodic voices and I just you know, speak words for the fans.                 Then the song starts. Yoseob sings then GNa then Kikwang then the rest. Then that chorus —not again— part come, obiliging me to wee away and make my foot to her side. I do as I think and dances along her. She has her smiles for me all the way, making me more uneasy as I feel their eyes watching me. I can't hold hers too longer. I just look to her one second each minute but she does more than that. I mean, 5 minutes every 4 minutes?                 Then my part again, free again from her. She is with G.Na again, dacing all her body to her side. I am set on the center, happy to be a little far from her. But wait, what is this?                 She hands me a shirt, asking me to throw it to the crowd. That moment, I freeze as I look to her questioningly. Is she asking for my attention? Intentionally taking mine? I sigh in surrender and take it, throw it and never look back again to her.                 But you know, she is who she is. The oh-so persistent her always smile to me. Does she knows I'm exactly having problems with my members about her being so close to me when I have my girlfriend? I'm going crazy and even crazier at the thought.                 I roll my eyes to her as I realize her rap part coming, I pause for a while and wait for her but no one sings. Not even one from the back. She just look to me, intently, as if seeing me through. I hiss and rap as Doojoon joins me in. She fills in too, making the three of us do her part. Then the rest just happened.                 As we walk back behind again the lighting walls, I suddenly feel sorry for her —again. I don't know why but why do I feel it is my fault that it happened? That it is because of me that she paused?                 I let the moment slip and just walk back to our dressing room, following me our my members. I sit myself, let the tiredness fade each momet. Once Doojoon is inside, he pats me on my shoulder making me abruptly responding.                 "What happened?" He mouths to me, keeping his silence along. I understand that he doesn't want to broadcast it to the members.                 "What?" I mouth back, suddenly hit by curiosity.                 He pulls me by my wrist and takes me to men's bathroom. He closes the door and turns back to me, his eyes as in piss.                 "What?" Now, that's a little audible. He startles me but I keep my stance, not being waved. I toss the question back, making an unintentional impassive expression.                 "You're avoiding her." He says with his own mouth, admitting my own doing. I s