Hayoung's point of view

Laughing so hard, my stomach tightened painfully as my mother told the story of how back in high school, she had cut her hair so short that the teachers would scold her, accusing her of being a boy cross dressing in a girl's uniform. Tears in my eyes, I couldn't help but find amusement in the ridiculous yet entertaining story. Taking a breath, I glanced at my mother, who's expression was bright and full of life.

It was just months ago when I used to wonder what kind of person my mother was. Before, I had originally thought that she must have been evil... deciding to leave me behind like so, and I had thought that I would never be able to forgive someone like her, but oddly enough, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had never been one to hold grudges, but being with her made me feel relaxed and tranquil. Gradually, without even knowing it, I was growing more and more fond of her.

Sighing contently, she glanced at her watch before gasping. " It's already this late?" An hour past twelve, it was already morning. " I think I should held back now." I suggested, standing up. My legs wobbled, meeting the tingling sensation in my sleeping ankles and thighs. "Ah! Wait a minute! I have something to give you." She exclaimed, entering the room briefly before returning with a white box in her hands.

Along the surface of the container were golden flowers traced around the sides. Curious of the mysterious present, I looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Open it. I thought you may need it for tomorrow." Pulling the top off, I unfolded the thin sheet of pink decorator paper, revealing an elegantly long black and white halter dress that had a large lace flower with ribbons coming down from the bust. My eyes widened at the garment, surprised and bewildered. My words caught, were unable to project into sentences.

"It's beautiful…" I finally managed to say, my voice soft from awe. She smiled, satisfied. " I'm glad you like it. I had it tailor made so it should fit right." Biting my lip, I felt a bit guilty. " I can't accept this. You have done so much for me." I remembered the beautiful white gown that she had given me when we first met at that dress shop. Accepting this would be too much, especially since I haven't given her anything in return.

Clicking her tongue in disapproval, she sighed. " I'll be very disappointed if you don't accept it." Torn between what to do, I remained silent. Not wanting to make her feel bad, I smiled gently. " Thank you." She grinned happily as I closed the box again. " A small congratulation gift for your soon to come debut." Chuckling, I hugged her tightly, closing my eyes.

It was warm, her embrace. Different from Youngmin's, it was nothing like the usual episodes I would have where my heart would pound violently inside my chest, but instead… it was a calm and soothing sensation. So this was what a mother's embrace felt like. Safe and secure.

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Youngmin's point of view

"How do you light this, hyung?" Minwoo asked, struggling with the rectangular fireworks. Examining the box halfheartedly, my mind was focused elsewhere, wondering why Hayoung was taking so long to come back. It was already past midnight.

"Where's your brother?" Dong Hyun tapped my shoulder, appearing behind me. " I need the camera back from him." Looking around, I searched for my twin, realizing that he, and Marie were nowhere to be found. Not knowing where they were, I shook my head when something suddenly sprung up from the box. Recognizing the wick, I handed the fireworks back to Minwoo. "Here, I found it." Thanking me, he took it from my hands, leaving them empty with nothing to do.

Bored, I sat on the concrete floor of the large stone patio. "Hurry back…" I sighed, laying down on the hard cement, staring bleakly at the twinkling stars above.

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Hayoung's point of view

Leaving Yoo Jin's room, I smiled to myself as I rode the elevator back to the lobby. Realizing that nobody was there, I started heading back to my room, guessing that everyone had already gone back by now. It was already morning, just hours before the press conference. Conflicted, I wondered what it would be like… so many reporters with huge cameras and microphones, asking floods of questions. I could feel the shivers running down my back just thinking about it.

Today was finally going to the be the day where I was going to debut as an idol. Originally, the idea of being a celebrity was something I couldn't even fathom, but somehow it ended up like this, where in just a matter of hours, I was going to be in front of dozens of cameras. I didn't know if I was excited, or petrified.

For a while, I had been wondering what would have happened if Yoo Jin decided to tell the public that I was her daughter. What kind of reaction would I receive? Remembering my previous highschool, whenever we had parent's day, even though I pretended that I didn't notice, I used to be known as the sympathetic orphan girl. But now… I had suddenly been titled as a musical prodigy? It was almost impossible to believe. Sometimes I even wonder if this was all just a candid camera, trying to fool me. It was all so unreal, so dream-like, that I'm afraid that when I'll go to sleep and wake up the next day, everything would be gone….

Deep in thought as I waited for the next elevator, I almost didn't hear the ringing of my phone in my bag. Finding the glowing blue cell, I recognized Joori's number. "Hello?" I answered, surprised that she was still awake. "Unnie! Are you done talking to the director?" Her voice was louder then usual, echoing in someplace that seemed to be outside. " Yeah, I'm heading back to the room now. Are coordinator unnie and Sung Mi sleeping?" Joori was silent for a moment before answering. " Uh… yeah, I'm the only one up. I left the card key in the room, and locked myself out of the hotel. Can you come open the back door for me?" Understanding now why it sounded like wind in the background, I quickly headed towards the back entrance.

"Come outside, I need help taking some things inside the hotel." Before I could ask what, the line went dead. Reaching the back door, I slid the card key, pushing the heavy wooden frame open. Stepping outside, it was chilly as I climbed down the shallow steps, looking for signs of Joori. Perhaps because it was in the mountains, it was as dark as it usually got in my hometown. I had gotten so used to the city lights that it surprised me to not be able to see my own hands. When I had walked a good couple meters and was sure that no one was around, suddenly a bright flash of light made me jump, yelping in fright. As the multiple colors of light spark up in the night sky, I recognized fireworks as Joori, Sung Mi, and the members screamed at the top of their lungs " Congratulations on your debut!"

Shocked and scared out of my wits, I could only blink, unable to decide whether to laugh or yell. After realigning my heart and mind, I clutched my chest, breathing out deeply. " Scared the crap out of me…" My voice was weary, entertaining the others as they laughed at me, throwing confetti into the air. "But thank you..." I smiled, brushing back my hair in disbelief. Suddenly Youngmin was by my side, his eyes full of excitement. " Congratulations Hayoung." Whispering softly to my ear, he bend down as he secretly kissed my cheek. Feeling the light peck, my skin burned, blushing deep red. He was getting bolder and bolder, and I wasn't sure if my heart could keep up.

Joori and Sung Mi ran towards my side, each hugging me painfully tight. " In exactly sixteen hours, you'll finally debut Hayoung!" Joori's bright and cheerful expression made me laugh. Without realizing it, there were tears in my ears. Before anyone could see, I quickly wiped them away.

Coming to this school, before I met anyone, it was so hard adjusting and trying to live a new life, but being here with the twins, Joori, and the other members, they had given me so much happiness. For the first time, it truly felt as if I was home.

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Kwangmin's point of view

Listening to the cheers in the distance, I sat in the garden by myself. At this time, with all these thoughts in my mind, there was no way I could face Hayoung. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, and that I would be doing nothing but hurting her and myself in the end….but I had to do something. Closing my eyes, I prayed that she would forgive me, and that in time, she will come to love me as much as I love her, because that was all I had left… just empty wishful prayers of hope.

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Youngmin's point of view

The rest of the night was warm and cozy as we lit the rest of the fireworks, watching them explode into a thousand beads of light. Grateful for the dark night, I was able to secretly wrap my hand around Hayoung's. Blushing, my cheeks and fingertips were warm, burning like a hot fire.

To be honest, it was a bit disappointing that we weren't able to tell the members like we had originally planned, but I guessed that there would be plenty of other opportunities to tell them. For right now, I just wanted to be there in that moment with her, watching the shower of bright lights above us.

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Hayoung's point of view

"Thirty minutes, everyone!" Coordinator unnie clapped her hands, grabbing everyone's attention. In just a blur, last night's upbeat event had ended excitedly, leaving me confident and newly rejuvenated. Searching the lobby where we were all getting ready, I looked for Kwangmin who was missing since last night. A bit sad that he wasn't there, I wondered where he could have gone. Lately, I was seeing less and less of him everyday.

So quickly the day had gone by, finishing up the remaining scenes of the music video and preparing for the conference that suddenly, was just moments away. I could feel butterflies, frogs, bugs, and whatever creatures I could name, swimming, jumping, and running in my stomach.

Breathing in deeply, I tried to calm myself down as I fixed the lace ribbon on the black and white sleeveless dress. My hair in soft curls, and my face in a natural princess inspired make up was finally done as coordinator unnie pulled out the last y pin. Smiling in encouragement, she tried relieve my stress, but instead, I felt much more nervous.

"Are you all right?" Recognizing Youngmin's concerned voice, I spun around, glad to see him. Unable to lie, I shook my head. " I don't think I can do this…" My voice quivered, barely inaudible. Pulling out something from his pocket, he handed me a familiar red candy that was known for calming down the stomach.

"Take this. I think it'll help." The small red medicine in my mouth tasted surprisingly sweet as I recognized the taste of honey. Immediately, the miracle pill was detangling my upset stomach, relieving the tension until it finally disappeared. Once my mind was cleared, I noticed Youngmin's formal attire, much similar to the one at the christmas dance months ago. His black button down and black pants complimented his now shorter and darker shade of blonded hair. Touching a strand of his new hair style, my mouth opened in surprise. " You dyed it?" He had always looked handsome with his bright blonde hair, but this new look made him seem more mature and older.

" Do you like it?" He asked, fishing for a compliment. Nodding, I grinned. " But why did you dye it?" I wondered, noticing that all the members had some new change to their appearance. Dong Hyun had his fringe gelled upwards and dyed a dark brown, Jeongmin's was still wavy but now lighter then before, Minwoo had an intricate edgy fringe cut, and Hyun Seong's was a more charasmatic cut with a noticeable tint of reddish brown.

"New concept for our second single album." He explained. "Ah..." I said, remembering Joori saying something about idols always changing their look. "It's time, everyone." Mr. Yong walked in, holding a laptop in his hands. Walking in behind, my mother in a dark purple dress shined an elegant and superstar like aura. It wasn't hard to believe that someone like her was so famous, it was just hard to believe that someone like her was my mother.

"Seating arrangements will go as following: Han Yoo Jin, Kang Sanghyun, Kim Dong Hyun, Shim Hyungseong, Lee JeongMin, Na Hayoung, Jo Youngmin, Jo Kwangmin, Marie An'twan, and Noh Minwoo." Mr. Yong closed his laptop after announcing the role call, exclaiming that at the end there will be a questioning where reporters were likely to ask some personal questions.

Looking towards me, his eyes were stained with worry. " Since it's your first time experiencing a press conference, some subjects that these reporters may ask may or may not attack your personal life. So Hayoung, if you ever feel uncomfortable, just remain quiet and Ms. Yoo Jin will deal with them." Biting my lip, I couldn't help but feel a sudden weight being brought down on my shoulders. " What a burden..." Marie mumbled enough for me to hear. It was true... out of all the members, I was the one with the least experience, and if I did anything to be of a hinderance then not only will it affect me, but it could also affect the promotion of Boyfriend's music video. The pressure was on, and it was heavy.

Turning my head, my eyes widened to see Kwangmin not too far from me, his gazes looked on mine. For some reason, his expression seemed tired and frustrated, unlike his usual optimistic smile. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he stood up right, existing the room. Not knowing why, I couldn't help but feel a bit bothered. Could I have done something to anger him?

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(Once again for the flow of the story, Marie will have her own POV)

Marie's point of view

Annoyed that Hayoung was recieving so much attention, I rolled my eyes. "Be Patient, Marie..." I whispered to myself, sure that everything would go as planned today. Suddenly, my purse vibrated as I searched for my phone, realizing the number of In-Shi, a famous reporter that I have known for years doing my personal dirty work from investigating to sabatoging someone's career.

Stepping outside, I checked to make sure no one was around. When I was sure the coast was clear, I answered the call. " Marie, me and the rest of the reporters are here like you wanted. I hope the story that you promised is as interesting as you said it would be." Smiling devilishly, I assured him that there was nothing to fear. Just imagining what the newspapers had to say about Han Yoo Jin's illigitimate child made my skin tremble from excitement.

"It's finally over, Na Hayoung...." I said triumphfully. "You're history just like your pathetic career that barely started." Fixing my hair, I headed towards the conference room, where in just a little while, things were about to go crazy.