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I knew this wasn't going to be easy.
But I didn't expect it to be this bad.

What have I done? What did I do, in the first place? 

Kibum just ran out of the room, banged the door behind him, and now he's locked in the washroom, refusing to open the door. What the hell? All I did was ask him to choose his bed. Does he hate me, or something?

I've always wanted to get close to him. I think everyone does, but he keeps pushing everyone away with his refusal to speak. He's been like that since he started training, silent and somewhat mysterious. He never talks to anybody, he's always alone. He cries sometimes. He hides it, but you can tell. 

At first I thought he was just quiet, and shy. Who wouldn't be, after all, when put in a situation like his? Thrown into a completely new place, knowing nobody at all. I waited for him to warm up a little, but he never did.

The first time I tried to speak to him, he froze up completely. We'd been in a dance class, and boy, was he good at dancing. The routine we'd been taught had got me painfully confused, slightly dizzy and tripping over my own feet. Kibum, on the other hand, had the sequence down pat in a matter of minutes, gazing at the invisible audience with so much fiery charisma that you could burn the whole building down. When I asked him for help, however, it all disappeared completely. It was as if my words were like some sort of fire extinguisher, putting out his flames and leaving a stiff, silent Kibum behind. He stood completely still, gazing at me for a few seconds before shaking his head quickly moving to the other side of the dance studio and ignoring me for the rest of the lesson. 

I don't know why. I think I'm one that understands people rather well, but I cannot understand Kibum. 
I'm going to try, though. We're going to be members, almost brothers, and what kind of brother would I be if I cannot understand Kibum?
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