Aron's POV

"Annyeong." I surpressed a gag as I spoke her name. "Aimee."

"I've improved in my Korean, ne?" she asked me, her English accent butting into her Korean words.

Actually, her Korean was much worse than some international fans of Nu'est...........

"Eh." I replied. 

"So, what are you doing here, Aron? Did you come to see me?" she winked at me. I saw JR stifle a laugh because when she winked, it was more like her eye was spazzing out.

My eyebrows rose up in puzzlement. "You live here?"

Aimee smirked. "Yes, yes I do. Well," she put a finger on her chin, trying to be cute or whatever. "My boyfriend lives here."

I cocked my head. "Oh? What's his name?"

She smirked. "Why do you want to know?"

JR interuppted. "Because we're here to visit one of our friends, and if he's your boyfriend, I wouldn't want to meet him." he smiled bitterly.

Aimee glared at him. "Who's this, Aron?" she pointed at JR.

I rolled my eyes. "He's also in Nu'est so I'd treat him with respect because he's the leader."

She bust out laughing, her laugh cold and digusted. "Wait, So, you're gay now?"

I rose my eyebrow. "No way. I'm straight."

She glared at both of us. "Yeah right. Gaywads. I'm glad you dumped me, Aron. You're such a ." Aimee stepped in front of JR and slapped him.

JR had a late reaction, he gasped softly and bit his tongue to not hit her back.

"." she hissed at my face. Her hand lunged out to slap me, but I grabbed it before I could feel the sting on my face. My hand tightened on her wrist, making her yank away in pain.

"And you." she pointed a long fingernail at JR. "You're his ugly boyfriend aren't you?"

JR put on a strong face and shook his head. "We're only friends, Aimee."

"Friends, my ." she sneered. "Wait till I put up on the Nu'est website that you two are a couple." 

"No one would believe you because you don't have legit proof. With all the shippings going around, everyone's just going to assume it's more skinship or what not." I told her.

"Yeah right." she rolled her eyes.

Wow, she did NOT know how the fans thought of us.

"All of Nu'est is fags. Baekho, you, Minhyun, you're boyfriend here, and especially the blonde one, Ren!" she growled at me.

JR's POV

That was it. She pushed my limits. Calling Aron, Baekho, Minhyun, and Ren fags made me furious.

"Love is love, no matter what genders they are." I defended.

She snapped her head towards me.

"YOU are probably the biggest piece of sh-"

Aron slammed her against the wall, silencing her. Aimee winced in pain. "You better keep your huge trap shut, Aimee. You have absolutely no right to say this about Nu'est! You can barely speak Korean, you don't even belong here! Get out of my sight. There's a reason I broke up with you, and it's because you're like this; loud and rude. So just go."

I was stunned. Aron was never this rude. Never ever. And girls were one of the few people who he would be rude to, so Aimee really pushed him past his limits as well.

Aimee huffed, releasing herself against Aron's hold. "Fine! Get out of my face." she seethed angerly. "You and your boyfriend belong together, right? So I'll leave you alone." her heels clicked on the ground as she strolled away, probably feeling satisfied.

Before she opened the lobby's doors to leave she turned to face us again. "Don't come running back to me, Aron Kwaak."

Aron smiled in a hateful way. "I won't!" 

Aimee's gaze trained on mine. "You can die alone for all I care, but you're never good enough for Aron." with that she left the lobby.

Never good enough.

Never good enough.

Never good enough.

Never.

Aron sighed before placing a gentle hand on my back to usher me into the elevator.

It was just us in there.

Aron pulled me in for a hug, burying his face on my cheeks. "Go ahead, cry." he assured me.

And I did. We both cried silent tears at Aimee's harsh words.

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GO DIE AIMEE GO DIEEEE