Prologue:

I yawn as I open the door, walking into the small living room.

“Hyung!” Mir jumps up off the couch, “Where were you last night? Sheesh, you get us all in trouble when you do that!” He whines cutely.

“I was pre-occupied and didn't feel like coming home.” I answer him.

“Joon, seriously, stop doing this. It's getting ridiculous and the manager is keeping us from being fired by a thread,” Seungho's stern tone aggravates me and I choose to ignore him.

“Seriously hyung, where were you last night that you MISSED our interview?” I look to Mir again who seems genuinely upset but when he sees me smirk I figure he understands.

“Again?!” This time Seungho blocks my path, yelling at me, “You realize every time you sleep around with some girl its barely kept from leaking into the news? No wonder the president is so pissed!”

I give a sarcastic frown and push past him into my room room, slamming the door shut behind me. Falling onto my bed I turn over on my side, staring at the white wall. Anger swells inside me, they don't even understand! I scream in my mind, feeling like I want to die. Barely aware that tears are falling down my face I throw my fist at the wall, hitting it as hard as I can, pain shooting through me.

“No... it's better this way. It's better if they hate me,” I whisper quietly in the silence of my room.