Everybody was preparing for the dance battle. 
The place where they were going to perform was huge, almost all the seats were occupied with students and relatives of the performers.
I was sitting next to Jinki and Krystal at the front, spotting Sulli somewhere else in the crowd with girls from her class. 
Heechul was somewhere backstage, since he had to perform too. He had to do a dance with a group from another grade.
 

"It's going to be so awesome," Krystal smiled happily, clapping her hands in excitement when she saw one of her friends passing by with a group of toddlers, waving cutely.
"Yeah, I'm going to videotape everything," Jinki grinned widely, "Heechul is going to be so angry," He snickered, fiddling with the camera in his lap.

I just silently stared into the crowd, trying to find a certain pretty boy but didn't succeed seeing as the room was packed.
My phone started vibrating, I fished it out of the pocket of my jeans and flipped it open.
It indicated that I had a new textmessage from a number an unknown number, a frown appearing on my forehead as I opened it.

Are you at the dancebattle ?

I didn't had a clue who this person was, and why did they have to know ? I shrugged, typing my reply as the two next beside me started cheering when someone announced that the show was going to begin whilst they dimmed the lights.

Yeah, who are you ?

I didn't got a reply back, and it would be kind of weird to call an unknown number so I decided to just lay off.
Plus, calling someone in the middle of a show wasn't that respectful either.

Krystal was 'awwing' the whole time when the toddlers came up in their princess gowns and uniforms. 
(much to my surprise even Jinki was a squealing mess)
I constantly flipped open my phone to see if the person already texted back but to no avail.
Some old lady behind me was already complaining that the light of my screen was bothersome, and oh god  did I had the urge to tell her that her talking was pretty obnoxious too. 
How come old ladies can't whisper, anyway ? It irked me to no end.

The toddlers went off stage and next were the third graders. 
Heechul came in tow with the kids and Jinki had to restrain himself from breaking into a ray of laughter because man, did he look ridiculous.
He was wearing a sailor man's uniform and it was just embarrassing, to say the least.

He quickly took his camera and started filming, the bigass grin on his face not going unnoticed.

The music faded out and I heard Krystal whisper, "Now are the sophomores,"
Some guy came on stage to announce the new group of students, my heart already started pounding when I heard him repeat Krystal's words, but all of a sudden my phone started ringing.
I flipped it open to see who was calling me, and I when I noticed that it was the unknown number that also sent that message, I couldn't help but pick up.

"You should go," I heard someone say on the other side of the line.
The old woman behind me started complaining again, so I quickly got up and went to the corridors, taking one last glance at the stage and hoping that the guy who was still on stage kept talking until I was back. I didn't want to miss a second of Kibum's performance.

"Who are you ?" I scrunched my eyebrows, waiting for the other to answer but instead I heard some rustling of clothes and people in the background talking, "Give me the pone," Someone demanded harshly.

"You should go, now," I recognised that voice, there was no doubt that it was Eunhyuk.
He had that typical way of talking, like he owns everything and everyone. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, what was their problem.
Shouldn't they be on stage already ?

"No, wait !" I heard someone shout, followed by a loud bang of the door.

My patience was wearing thin, "What the do you guys want ?" I raised my voice for them to hear that I hadenough.
There was only some soft talking in a distance, so I just ended the call with a huff.

Who the hell do they think they are ? I'm staying.

Just when I wanted to go back to my seat, there were footsteps behind me in the hallway and I turned my head slightly to take a glance.
The loud bass of the basic already filled the whole room, including the hallways and my eyes turned big at seeing someone I expected to see on stage, a dufflebag over his shoulder and sauntering towards to the exit.

He saw me, his pace quickening and turning his head away from me, "Stop," I said softly, not sure if he was able to hear it with the music that echoed through the hollow corridor.
"Stop," I said a bit louder, so instead of stopping he started walking even faster.
"Kibum !" I shouted, watching his retreating back. 

What is he doing ?!

I ran after him, seeing as he doesn't want to listen to me and harshly pulled at his arm so that he would face me.
His beautiful face stained with tears, his hair disheveled and cheeks a bit redder than normal.
Why was he crying ? 
His lip was trembling as he tightened his hold on the strap of his duffle bag, eyes averted to the ground.
"What's wrong ?" I asked him softly, regretting that I had been so harsh when he wriggled his arm out of my strong grip, my fingers inprinted on his pale skin.
He sniffed a little, slowly raising his head to look into my eyes and dropping his bag onto the floor.
"I-I'm so sorry," He whispered, taking me by surprise when he hurled his arms around my neck and pressed our bodies together.

I was taken aback, what was happening ? Why isn't he on stage ? Why is he crying ? 
Is it my fault ?

I carefully patted his back, "Why ?" I asked hesitantly, his face buried in the crook of my neck which made me shiver lightly.
"For everything," My skin burnt where his warm breath hit my neck, my arms meticulously encircling his waist, a bit insecure at first but tightening my hold when I felt his tears trickle down my neck, seeping into my shirt.

I still didn't know what he was talking about. Did he felt sorry for ignoring me ? Well, he should be.

He was softly sobbing in the crook of my neck, both silent and the booming bass of the music in the other room reaching our ears loud and clear.
"I didn't want you to come," He whispered, voice trembling and unsteady and it made my heart break in a million pieces.

He didn't want to see me ? But if he hates me that much, then why is he even holding me ? Why is he apologising ?

"I'm s-sorry," He stuttered, voice muffled and voice quivering sligtly.
I pushed him a bit away to take a look at his face. His cheeks were crimson red and his bottom lip was trembling, his brown locks framing his pretty, tear-stained face perfectly that it knocked the air out of my body.

"Why ?" One word, one question and I didn't even get a decent answer.

Every bit of rational thinking inside my head disappeared as soon as sad, chocolate brown eyes locked with mine, the distance between our faces lessening and everything went so fast, it all passed by in a blur until soft, plump lips were pressed against mine, slim fingers tangling in my hair and it was funny how one moment everything passed by in a faint blur and the next one time stopped and all unnecessary background noises were drowned out.

My eyes fell shut when I saw Kibum's feline, closed ones, muscles instanteously relaxing and leaning into the touch, never wanting to break apart, scared that I would lose the unfamiliar feeling.
His cheekbones were wet against mine, tiny little teardrops still making their way down his flushed cheeks and something tugged at my heart.

When the warmth of his pink lips left mine, it finally dawned on me what just happened. 

"For this," He whispered against my mouth, breath warm against the skin and making a shiver go down my spine.
More tears spilled out of his brown orbs, the sight making me want to reach out for his angelic face and wipe them away, but I didn't.
"Then I don't get why you're apologising," I whispered back, almost inaudibly, the words making more crystal teardrops pool out of his feline eyes.

"B-but they're s-so mean," He stuttered, looking down to the floor, watching how his tears hit the surface of the ground soundlessly.

My heart cracked at his words. ing feud. I already forgot that we were supposed to be enemies from the moment our lips touched. The thought making the tip of my stomach flip.

"Does," I swallowed, "Does it matter ?" There was a bit of hesitance in my voice, but I couldn't help it. 

His eyes drifted upwards, locking our gazes and I kept staring at his face for what seemed like ages, but in reality it only lasted a couple of seconds.
I don't need reality though. Hell, I don't need stupid feuds and I most definitely don't need people who judge me for something that isn't even their business.

"I really like you," He whispered, no sign of hesitance or regret could be detected on his face or in his voice. He just stood there, motionless, his face and hair a mess. A beautiful mess. 

It felt so natural when he said those words, I had to exhale deeply, my were lungs burning and screaming for air but it didn't matter how hard they screamed, I remained breathless.
I wanted to say something, those unspoken words, those bottled up feelings. I wanted to say something so badly.
Did he just said he liked me ? 

Kibum likes me ?

I still couldn't manage to utter a single word, just staring at his face, not really knowing what to do with myself anymore.

I just responded with another kiss.

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DAMN I HATE THIS CHAPTER

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(sorry for typos, spelling, grammar and mistakes in general)