Chapter 11

Saela

“Show us how happy are that you now that you both know,” the director yells to Minho and I as we stand in the sand next to each other. The wind whips my hair and my skirt around us, and the sand feels soft beneath my toes. Minho takes my hand, and we start. Running away from the waves that lap up at our feet and laughing. I kind of feel stupid, but I like it. He makes it fun. Minho picks me up and carries me towards the water, setting me down when a waves crashes against us and I shrink away from its cold droplets. I cling to him, laughing and smiling without having to act. I’m so much more comfortable with him now. I even succeeded in not freezing when he touches me. Something about him is just much more comfortable than Woohyun but now I feel like I won’t freeze when he touches me either. I’ve controlled it. Feeling like I fixed something with myself, I really enjoy Minho’s company. He’s so warm and sweet and the whole shoot has been both of us laughing. We’ve been entangled in each other for the last hour, sitting in the sand, laying on the hood of the car, and never stopping smiling. As we shoot the very last scene, I embrace him like I always hoped I would, his hands on my face. It doesn’t feel weird at all, it’s just warm.

“I’m going to try something,” he whispers, a slight smile on his lips, “Don’t freak out.” I keep my face the same, but inside I’m definitely curious. What hasn’t he already tried today? I say, thinking of all the ways he’s hugged me. He leans down and his lips touch mine. I close my eyes slowly. I hear the staff gasp and feel Minho smile against my lips before pulling away. I open my eyes, look up at him and feel odd. Like nothing just happened.

“Wow Minho!” the director gets up from his chair and starts clapping. “That was perfect!” We let go of each other, Minho smiling and me feeling strange but bowing anyway. “I was going to ask you to do that anyway, but I didn’t have to! Good work!” I search for Jae in the mess of people in front of us, finding her and making eye contact. She looks more excited then I feel and I’m suddenly afraid. Letting go of Minho, I go to her as people move to set up her scene.

“What?” she asks, voice already sounding worried as I hug her and put my head on her shoulder. I feel like I need to hide. I sigh and she asks again. “What’s wrong?”

“He kissed me,” I tell her and she snorts at my obvious statement. I pull away and look at her, afraid of what I’m going to say. “And I didn’t feel anything,” I say in English. “I didn’t even want him too. I didn’t even think about it!” drops and she stutters for a second.

“What do you mean?” she asks, “You’ve been in love with him for years, how could you not feel anything?” I open my mouth to answer, hoping I’ll be able to explain it to myself too. Nothing comes out and she has to go do her scene. I fall into a chair and watch her scene, looking at her and CNU having fun but not actually seeing it. Minho comes to sit by me, but he doesn’t say anything. When they finish filming and everyone’s cheering because it’s over, Minho touches my shoulder.

“Did I surprise you?” he asks, smiling apologetically. “I just felt like it was needed to really finish the scene.” I nod my understanding; I imagined the story ending with a kiss anyway.

“It’s fine,” I assure him, standing up and smiling. “Thank you so much for doing this with me.” He pulls me into a hug, smiling. I put my arms around him, feeling his warm body and hard muscles through his shirt. I squeeze and then let go, resigned that I’m just not working today. But I know for sure that I’ll miss him, just not in the way that I think I should.

“Let’s keep in touch,” he says, squeezing my hand before leaving. “We’re best friends, remember? Tell me if anything bothering you.” I nod and wave as he leaves, sad to see him go. As I watch, I can’t understand why I’m like this. Unnie touches my shoulder and brings me inside the changing tent so we can hurry and leave. Jae’s already finished when I come it, waiting with her phone in her hand, smiling down at the screen. I change slowly. I’m a slow changer in the first place but now I’m barely moving because I’m thinking too much. Jae doesn’t even seem to notice that I was in there forever and puts her arm around my shoulder as happy as can be as we walk back to the van. Jae sings out of happiness and I sing because I need to do something; acknowledging that my voice sounds terrible. Jae keeps smiling down at her phone and I try not to get too pissed off at her because of it. Just because she’s not confused.

When we get home, my throat hurts, my head aches and my chest feels empty. I let Jae take a shower first and retreat to the piano room to calm myself. I play an old classical piece I learned back in the U.S. and make myself sleepy with focus. Then when I realize it’s working, I drag out as many old classical books as possible, drowning myself in sight reading and remembering. When I can’t play anymore, my fingers slipping up all over the place, I force myself to go take a shower and go to bed. The bed welcomes me and I almost fall asleep when my head rests on the pillow, but Jae throws my phone at me. It smacks against my back and I leave it there, refusing to do anything but sleep.

“Aren’t you going to read the messages?” she asks me, still sounding happy. I shake my head and I feel her stare at my back. “Why did you leave it home all day?” She asks me, now curious. “Are you being weird again?” My eyes open. I roll over to look at her. “It’s ok,” she smiles, “we’ll see our friends soon. I miss them all too.”  She lies down next to me and puts her phone away. She closes her eyes, still smiling a bit. Why does she think that’s why I’m sad? I think as she falls asleep. I guess I do miss them a bit. I close my eyes again and let the exhaustion take me; although the music video was one of the most amazing things I’d ever done in my life, I thought that kissing Minho would top the list with no competition. But it didn’t.

The bitter taste I wake up to reminds me too soon of yesterday. I roll over, Unnie already back out of our room because she knows I’ll wake up Jae, and climb out of bed. I stretch before waking Jae and decide that I’m not going to be “weird” today. I’m going to be normal. So I put a smile on my face and sing Jae’s name to wake her up. I continue through our busy day striving to be normal and happy. After the commercial photo shoot first thing in the morning, I’m already feeling a lot better. I even text Minho and apologize for being weird and continue to talk to him during the day. Dance lessons revives me even more, Jae and I finished learning all the dances for our new album. They’re not perfect yet, actually they’re pretty far from perfect, but I still feel accomplished.

“I like all of our dances a lot,” Jae says to me and the choreographer as we take a break. “We don’t dance like other girl groups do; it’s not overly cute or trying to be too y.” The choreographer laughs and thanks her, saying it’s great to create dances for us.

“You two are very unique,” she tells us and we nod knowingly. “It’s never boring to dance with you two. It makes me happy.”

“We’ll never be normal,” I warn her and she laughs.

“I hope you won’t,” she says, holding out a hand to help me up so we can start again.

We say goodbye to choreographer Unnie after 3 hours and Jun Unnie takes us to lessons. Reading old Korean classics is difficult usually for me, but I manage pretty well today. Jae teases that I’ve been channeling the old ahjumma inside of me. When my piano teacher surprises me with a theory test, I do well on that too. I’m absolutely drained when it’s all over and Jae and I are sitting silently in the van on the way home, but I feel a sense of accomplishment keep my mood up. A text from Minho makes me feel even better.

And even though we have so much going on the next couple days, that feeling stays with me. It’s much easier to be happy, I think while posing for our album photo shoot. I also can’t help but being excited today; the producer of our music video is sending us the first finished copy of it later today. I’m so anxious to see how it turned out that I don’t even think about watching myself kiss Minho at the end. Well I just did, but I don’t even mind. I focus back on the photo shoot, dragging my mind away from all distractions. Jae and I both are given direction to try being ier and we laugh.

“I don’t know if we can pull that off,” I tell the photographer and he stops taking pictures for a second.

“Are you kidding me?” he laughs out loud. “You two are from the U.S.! If we Koreans can pull it off, then two beautiful American girls can too. Now gives me y!” Jae and I look at each other but try any way. Standing differently and not smiling. The mood changes in the room; the smiling and laughter gone. It makes me kind of nervous, but it really feels like everyone in the room expects us to be y. I stop feeling silly about it and the photographer goes crazy. It’s actually a bit concerning.

“Yes!” he yells, moving for another angle, “Good work!” We continue with what we’re doing and then he says it’s over. “You two…” he puts his hand on his hip. “I can’t wait for you to become more confident. It’s going to get scary then,” he tells us and I nod, not sure how to respond to that. “Come and see yourselves!” he says excitedly, waving us over to his monitor. He clicks through all the pictures and feel slightly awkward looking at us, but I can’t deny that we do look good. The tight leggings they put Jae in show off her legs and the spikey black heels make them look longer. I was a bit uncomfortable looking at myself in a tight lacy dress in the mirror after I put it on, but the picture did turn out good with it on. He starts getting into the last outfit change with both of us in tight dresses and he slows down. Jae looks tanner and darker haired in the white dress and I look lighter and more fair in my black dress. The photographer stops on a picture of us up close, our faces almost cheek to cheek. Our expressions don’t look like us at all.

“I think this is gorgeous,” he coos, playing with the lighting and the color saturation. He does some quick mouse movements and a few keyboard clicks and he’s turned the whole thing black and white except for our eyes and lips. “Wow, this is it.” he nods approvingly at his own handy work and I see that Jae’s mouth has dropped.

“Are you sure that’s me?” she asks quietly and the photographer laughs and assures her.

“We look good right?” I nudge her arm and a smile spreads across her face, the shyness melting away replaced by a glow of pride. She nods.

“I’ll send over the best ones later today so you can show them to your boyfriends,” he winks. We both deny that we don’t have one, Jae stuttering like crazy and me laughing. “What a shame,” he winks again and goes to talk to someone. We look for a little longer and I try to convince Jae that everyone’s going to only look at her if this is the front of our album. She hits me and asks me if I want to die a few times but I laugh it off.

“Time to get changed,” Unnie says, coming up behind us. “Oh wow! Is that it?” she asks excitedly, weaseling between us to get to the computer screen. “Is he getting me copies of all of these?” she asks, looking for the photographer around. “I think I want them all,” she says, looking at us and shaking her head sadly. “I really am becoming a mom aren’t I?” We laugh and nod and she checks her face for wrinkles in the reflection of the computer screen. “Aish, I don’t feel pretty with you two staring back at me,” She walks away from the computer and tells us to go change quickly or we’ll be late for dance practice. Before we change, we take a few pictures of ourselves, making stupid facial expressions just for fun. Then we change, say our thankyous and head to the dance studio. Choreographer Unnie surprises us when we walk in because she’s dancing to Paradise by Infinite.

“Unnie!” I say excitedly, throwing down my stuff and going over to her. “You know this dance?” She laughs and nods embarrassedly.

“My friend is their choreographer,” she tells us, stopping the music.

“Can you teach it to us?” Jae asks, pleading. She looks at us with a hesitantly and I nod, adding my own set of puppy dog eyes. She sighs and we know we’ve won.

“I guess you guys deserve a little break from your own stuff,” she says, turning back to the computer. “But their dances are challenging,” she warns us and tells us where to start. We’re so excited we don’t even whine when she tells us to warm up first. Learning the dance is so much faster with her teaching us. We technically already know it from watching the video so many times, but with her there to help, we learn it the right way. After we have it down, we tell her to take a video of us. She makes us practice our dances a few times after we finish, but then lets us go early saying that we worked hard today. Infinite dances are really tiring so she’s not wrong. We thank her and go to lessons early.

“Looks like we’ll have time for English lessons today,” Jae says excitedly to Unnie and she checks our schedule one more time before telling us we can. “Can I just call Sunggyu now?” She asks, already pulling out her phone and dialing his number before Unnie says yes. “Hey, it’s me,” she says when he picks up, “Are you guys free for lessons later?” I watch her listen to him over the phone and she smiles. “Great. We’ll come over after lessons,” Then she blushes and turns towards the window to try and hide it from me. I decide to cause her a little misery.

“Jae, why are you blushing so much?” I ask extremely loudly, I know Sunggyu can hear me through the phone and Jae turns to look at me with wide eyes. I hear Sunggyu laugh through the phone faintly and she blushes more. I’ve had my fun, so I sit back in my seat and close my eyes.

“She’s just being a brat,” she says to Sunggyu. “Alright. See you later.” When she hangs up, I know she’s glaring at me. I feel her foot collide with my knee weakly as her revenge and I laugh, eyes still closed. “You brat,” she mumbles. She’s really mad at me still when we get out of the van to go to lessons and all through Korean studying she’s stiff and won’t laugh at any of my jokes. When we separate for music, I know I’ll need to apologize afterwards.

After parting from the piano room, I find that Jae’s already waiting for me. I smile at her and she narrows her eyes. I stop in front of her and frown, conveying that I think she’s being a baby. She folds her arms and I know she wants compensation for the embarrassment. I sigh.

“What must I do?” I ask her, regretting it when her eyes shine with mischievous joy.

“Just wait,” she says mysteriously and I feel that I’ve just caught myself digging my own grave. We go out to the van and Unnie greets us excitedly.

“I received both the pictures and the music video!” she exclaims before we’re even in the car, flashing us a thick manila envelope and a DVD. We both jump in the car, grabbing for the folder and the disc as Unnie laughs and starts to drive towards the Woolim building. “I guess you’ll have to watch it with Infinite,” she says and Jae’s eyes go wide. Then she looks at me, the light in her eyes scaring me.

“You have to ask Woohyun if he’s jealous of Minho,” Jae says, cackling at her own genius. I frown at her and clench my jaw. “This is also revenge for that one other time,” she says raising her eyebrows. I have no idea which time she’s talking about, but since I can think of a lot of them I figure my debt it due.

“Fine,” I say, biting my lip. “I’m not sure why you think this is adequate revenge but I’ll go with it.” Woohyun will probably jokingly say yes and then we’ll all laugh at how much of a nub he is. I shrug now since it doesn’t even count as revenge for me. Unnie considers us in her rearview mirror and makes a face.

“I have weird children,” she sighs to herself and we laugh. I’m kind of happy she sees us as her kids; it completes my Korean family. My sister Jae and my mom, Unnie. That’s a little messed up, but she’s not actually my mom so it’s ok. Unnie/Eomma stops in front of the building and says to call her when we’re done.

“Should we ever call her?” Jae asks jokingly as we walk inside. I shrug and know I’ll probably be the one who has to call her. Jae’s always on her phone when she’s not with Sunggyu, but when she is, it’s like phones don’t exist. I can tell she’s excited to see them by the way she walks and laugh at myself for noticing. She’s eagerly opens the regular door and we’re greeted in the conference room with hugs from everyone.

“It feels like it’s been a really long time,” Sungjong says, coming up to hug me first.

“It has,” I pout and he laughs. We’ve been texting too, but seeing them in person trumps all of his emojis. “I missed you guys.”

“Aw,” Myungsoo and Sungyeol say, hugging me at the same time.

“How did the music video shoot go?” Dongwoo asks, giving me a quick hug before I answer.

“It was really fun,” I smile and hug Hoya who just smiles.

“I heard you had a little bit too much fun,” Sunggyu says next, and I start to think; Why are there so many dang people to hug in here?

“What are you talking about?” I ask him suspiciously casting a glance at Jae who’s hugging Hoya and Dongwoo. I wonder what she told him. “We both had lots of fun.”

“I bet you missed me a lot though,” Woohyun says, putting his arms out. I reluctantly go to him and hug him. I admit that now I see him I know that I did miss him a bit and it makes me feel a little better when he gives me a smug smile. But I revise my missing him when I freeze a little bit and feel a little pissed. After we both make the hugging rounds, we sit down in our places.

“Speaking of the music video,” Jae says, pulling the disc out of her bag. “Do you guys want to watch it with us?” They all say yes, Woohyun says it so enthusiastically that I start to laugh. “Do you have a DVD player in here?” she asks Sunggyu and he stands up, nodding. Everyone stands up and Woohyun’s the first one to the door, dragging me behind him with an arm over my shoulder. He leads everyone back to the elevator and we all pile inside. I’m a little frozen the whole time and I kind of hate it.

“I wonder if they’ve ever had more than nine people in this elevator before,” I say aloud, squished up against Woohyun and Dongwoo and the wall. “If so, they were probably midgets.” Woohyun laughs and I can feel the shake through his body. My eyes widen, and I try not to think about his skin under his shirt. When the door opens, Sungjong falls out, closely followed by the rest of Infinite and Jae and I, and we all laugh. Inside a viewing room, Sunggyu and Jae go to the DVD player to set it up as we all take seats.

“It’s like a movie theater in here,” I say, the seats lined up rows and the big TV on the wall in front of us. Sungjong sits down next to me.

“We watch all of our music videos in here,” he smiles. Woohyun takes the other seat next to me and leans back. I had wanted to sit by Sungjong, but I try not to look too disappointed.

“The screens big so we can tell when Sungjong makes all the mistakes,” Woohyun teases.

“Don’t lie!” Sungjong yells at him. “I don’t mess up as much as you!” Woohyun laughs innocently and gives me a look.

“I think he’s disrespecting his Hyung, don’t you?” he asks and I shake my head.

“I think you’re just picking on the maknae,” I tell him and he laughs.

“You do that all the time,” Jae flicks the back of my head from the seat behind me and Sunggyu laughs from next to her.

“Welcome to the life of being the leader,” he sighs at me and we both nod solemnly like our lives are so hard.

“But you have a lot more brats then I do,” I remind him, earning sounds of disagreement from the room and he nods.

“I don’t know,” Sunggyu looks at Jae with a calculating look. “This one looks like a lot of trouble. She’s pretty much a little kid compared to me.”

“Hey!” Jae says as he messes up her hair. “I’m not that young!”

“Maybe we should watch it now before the little ones get restless,” I joke with Sunggyu, earning a flick from Jae, Sungjong and Sungyeol who has to reach all the way over Woohyun but still does it.

“We’re all older than you,” Myungsoo laughs at me and I shrug. “You should respect your Oppas.” I make a face at that word and Woohyun laughs at me.

“What, do you not like that word?” he asks and I shake my head.

“Woah,” Sungyeol makes a face full wonder at me. “All of our fans call us Oppa!”

“It’s weird,” Dongwoo laughs from somewhere behind me.

“Well they don’t have words like that in America,” Hoya tells him. “They just call each other by their names.”

“I know that,” Dongwoo tells him sounding defensive.

“Alright we’re watching it now,” Sunggyu says, picking up the remote and pressing play. “So be quiet or the leaders will have to quiet you brats.” They all start to either laugh or protest, but Sunggyu shushes them as the lights go off. We all turn towards the screen and watch.

The first scene is of Jae walking into the classroom in her cute uniform with her group of friends around her. Then it shows Minho knocking at my door and me inviting him in. Woohyun moves next to me, and I freeze when his leg touches mine. I thought I cured myself of this! I think frustrated at my lack of control. I will stop now.

I focus back on the video. Jae and CNU are making awkward eye contact in class, then people are teasing him. It shows Minho and I looking at the photo albums and Woohyun moves again. I give him a look that means, “Freaking stop moving!” and he just looks at me blankly. Jae and CNU are meeting each other secretly now and Minho and I are playing video game together. Woohyun starts to move again, but I reach other the arm rest between us and dig my nails into his jeans, hoping he can feel it. He stops moving thankfully, but now my hand is tingling like mad. I let go, because I can’t watch with it there. It’s almost the end now, the bridge starts after the second chorus. I cringe as I run towards Minho crying. But I can’t help but smile when he pulls me in. While Jae goes to CNU and shows the people around her that she loves him and she doesn’t care, Woohyun’s completely still. The last chorus ends, and picture of us all on the beach loving each other fades out slowly with the piano's last note. The guys start clapping around us and the lights come back up.

“That was really good!” Sungjong says, bouncing in his seat. “Did you write that song?” Jae and I both nod at him and Sunggyu starts clapping again.

“Congratulations,” he says to Jae, putting his hand on her shoulder. “You did really well.” Jae blushes brightly and looks down. Sunggyu asks if we want to go back down, but Sungyeol, Myungsoo, Sungjong, Dongwoo and Hoya all want to watch it again.

“Really?” I ask, laughing at their responses.

“I really like the song,” Hoya says, and they all nod.

“Thanks,” I say, “But I don’t think I can watch myself cry again. It was weird enough the first time. I’ll go back down.”

“I’ll go with you,” Woohyun says standing up. “I don’t think I can watch your acting again either,” he teases me and earns a smack on the arm. “Are you two staying too?” Woohyun asks Jae and Sunggyu.

“I’d like to watch it again too,” Sunggyu says and I give Jae a pleading look. She misses it because she’s looking at Sunggyu.

“I’ll watch it again,” she smiles and then sees my face. She mouths that she’s sorry as I leave with Woohyun. I close the door softly behind me as the music starts.

“Why did you keep moving?” I turn on Woohyun and follow him to the elevator.

“Your acting was making me uncomfortable,” he says, pressing the down button and then smiling at me. I glare at him and he laughs. “It’s only you’re first one, you’ll get better.”

“Wow thanks,” I say stepping in the elevator before him and pushing the button that closes the doors. He laughs and sticks his hand in the way, forcing his way in after me.

“You should see my first music video,” he says, leaning up against the wall and watching me. I stare at the door, refusing to look at him.

“I have,” I laugh meanly. “You look like a little kid.”

“Yes I did,” he agrees, “but it’s ok because now I’m a lot more attractive.” I snort, letting him know I don’t agree and walk out of the elevator and back to the conference room. “Saela, I was only joking,” he says when I sit down in my seat and pull out my phone to do something other than talk to pr look at him. “Saela,” he says from right next to my ear. I shiver from his closeness and then freeze. He snatches my phone from my hand.

“Give it back,” I say standing up to look at him. His face is serious and I freeze again. God I hate myself for doing this. He holds my phone in his hand loosely, but I can’t even reach for it. His brown eyes hold me in place as he stands in front of me. Damn me.

“I wasn’t lying about not wanting to watch it again,” he says, all the laughter gone from his voice. He sounds strange when he’s serious. It doesn’t even seem like I’m talking to Woohyun anymore. “But it wasn’t because you were bad at acting. It’s because you were good.” I blink, able to move for a second from the shock.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, barely resisting the urge to laugh when something clicks in my mind. “You’re not jealous, are you?” I start to laugh, but he shakes his head grimly and I stop. “Then what is it?” I ask, my voice quiet without my consent. I feel fear in me, the same fear I felt after Minho kissed me. My eyes dart to his lips and I want to cover my own eyes. Woohyun opens his mouth, but the door bangs open as the other file in, laughing and singing our song loudly. Woohyun and I both distance ourselves from each other awkwardly as they come back in and sit down. We don’t make eye contact at all when everyone pulls out their English books and starts. He’s laughing with Sungjong when I glance over from helping Myungsoo and look back down quickly. No one notices our awkwardness, but I feel it weighing me down like soaking wet clothes. A noise takes my attention from helping Myungsoo with past tense verbs and I see that Jae knocked over my bag and all the stuffs on the floor.

“Maknaes,” Sunggyu says, giving Jae a disapproving voice. Everyone but Sungjong laughs (he just pouts) and I go to help her pick up all my stuff. Despite his teasing, Sunggyu helps Jae pick up the stuff and places my bag back on my chair. His hand pulls out the manila envelope and Jae snatches it back. “Whoa!” he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.

“What is that?” Sungyeol asks, standing up and going over to her. I shake my head slightly at her, letting her know I do not want them seeing those. She shoves it back in the bag quickly, looking so suspicious I put my hand to my face. Why didn’t she just tell them that we were hiding something? I think sarcastically as all of them look interested.

“Nothing,” she says, but Sungyeol already took it out again. “Really, it’s nothing!”

“Oh they’re photo shoot pictures!” Sungyeol yells, laughing and running around the table, away from Jae. He pulls them all out and puts them on the table, the other guys getting up and going over to him, all interested. I sigh and give in, they’ve already seen and there’s no way I’ll be able to get them back now. It’s awkwardly silent as they all look at the pictures, it makes me want to run out of the room. Jae reads my mind and makes for the door.

“Wow,” Sungjong says breaking the silence and stopping Jae in her tracks. “Remember when I thought I was prettier than all the girl groups? I think I just got beaten.” Dongwoo starts to laugh and since his laugh is so contagious, we’re all laughing. “I’m serious though!” Sungjong looks at Jae and I. “You guys are so pretty!”

“How come you never dress this good for us?” Woohyun teases and I smile out of relief. He’s being normal.

“We usually come after we’ve been to dance and lessons,” Jae explains, defending our outfit choices of mainly sweat pants and loose shirts.

“We dress nicely for you,” Myungsoo frowns.

“And we appreciate it a lot,” I tell him. “Although none of you really have to try.”

“You should see Woohyun in the morning,” Sungjong starts to laugh. Woohyun reaches for him, but he dances out of the way. “He’s always so grumpy and ugly!” Sungjong provokes him, moving to safety behind me. Everyone laughs, throwing in their own comments about Woohyun in the morning.

“Sungjong looks like a girl!” Woohyun says out of desperation sending the rest of us into another fit of laughter.

“So that makes him that much prettier that you,” Hoya says and Woohyun threatens him.

“Myungsoo looks good in the morning,” Sungyeol says randomly and we all stare at him. Jae and I look at each other both thinking the same thing: MyungYeol? “What? He’s supposed to, he’s the visual!” We all shake our head at him and Dongwoo laughs.

“Who’s your visual anyway?” Sungyeol asks, looking back and forth between us. We both point to the other and they laugh. “You don’t have one?” We shake our heads. “Should we choose?” he asks Myungsoo who nods eagerly.

“No!” I say, covering my ears. “I don’t want to hear it!” Across the room, Jae has covered her ears too, but I’m sure she can hear their loud laughter anyway. “I think it’s time for us to go,” I say, going over to the pile of pictures and delicately putting them back in the envelope. Woohyun holds it open for me as I slide them inside and then leans close to my ear.

“I vote you,” he says and I clap my hands over my ears before my whole body freezes.

“I can’t hear you!” I say, grabbing the folder and going to my bag to shove it inside. He laughs at me and I know it’s safe to uncover my ears. I check the time and see that it’s getting late. “We really should go now,” I tell Jae and she nods sadly. We gather our stuff, talking for a little bit about the music video, and start to leave. Sungjong approaches us at the door and smiles.

“We’ve created an anonymous vote to find out your visual,” he smiles handing me a stack of small folded pieces of paper. “Read it if you want.” I tell him I won’t and bye, Jae and I leaving through the usual way.

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