This is an entry for @exoticarmy127’s Switch it Up Week 2017  on tumblr

Prompt: “ Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?” (Secret love song - Little Mix) 

Words count: 1858 

“And for today’s episode we would like to welcome our guest.” The host said. Her voice was energetic and excited. “Everyone, let’s welcome the rising star of this year and EXO’s member, Suho.” Exclaiming as she said his voice, there was an introduction following it.

“Hello, this is EXO’s leader, Suho.”

“It’s an honor to have you with us today, Suho-ssi. You are preparing for a new album right?”

“Yes, I'm preparing for it now and it will be realized next week.”

“The title song is about wanting to hold your lover without fear. That’s so beautiful. Many fans had been wondering if this album was meant for a special one.”

“It’s.” He said, chuckling softly.

“Really? Who could it be? Could it be… your girlfriend?” There was a brief silence. The host was the one who broke it first.  “Is it?”

Suho took a deep breath as he answered. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend. It’s for our fans who love us. That is a song directed to them, to show them that we love them back.”

“Aigo, you must love your fans so much.”

“Yes, of course. I would love to hold my fans.”

“That’s really so sweet of you, Suho-ssi.”

“Thank you.”

"We can't wait to listen to the masterpiece."

There were a few chuckles, as Suho thanked the host one more time.

Frustrated, you snapped the earphone out of your ears as a sigh skipped your mouth. What a joke. A song for fans, of wanting to hold them with no fears. How romantic.

Closing your eyes tightly, leaning backwards on your chair, you heard your van’s door snapping open before closing again. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know it was your stylist.

“Prepare yourself.” She said, rumbling around the clothes in the back of the van. “Your show will start in a couple of hours.”

“I’m tired. I don’t want to go.” You cooed in a tired voice. Your eyes snapped open when you felt a something slapped on your tight. You groaned, and saw that she slapped your tight with a rolled magazine. “UNNI!! Please.”

“You have a schedule do you think this is a joke.” She snapped at you, her voice raised, making you shrink.

You pouted, wrapping your arms around your chest. “I want to quit.”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“I can’t have a boyfriend. I can’t go out and play around with my friends. I can’t even see my family. All I do is working, working and working. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“You really had gone crazy. What? Why do you not have a boyfriend? Did you break up with Junmyeon?”

You looked away, out of the window that allowed you to look at the outside, but prevented those who was walking out to see you. Dating Junmyeon? If you couldn’t go public with your relationship. If he couldn’t tell the world that he loved you. If both of you were hiding like criminals as if your love was a disaster. Was that the love you wanted?

“I don’t know anymore. We’ll. Sooner or later.”

It was true. It would happen sooner or later and just thinking about it suffocated you. You loved him too much, but couldn’t tell anyone. At first, it was okay as long as you two loved each other. But to be always careful not to get caught, acting like thieves, it made both of you meet less. You never went on a date with him. All your dates were in your house or in his dorm. Sometimes he would leave quickly because of his schedules.

It had become harder for you. You needed him, but he never was there. You missed him. You cried a lot. You wondered what kind of relationship was that.

“Stop worrying about useless things and get your out of the car. You need to make money.”

Closing your eyes for a second, you sighed before hopping out of the car.

Junmyeon. What am I to you?

~~

After warping up the show, you thanked everyone of the staff politely, before walking to your waiting room. In the mid of the hallway, and before you could make it to your room, you were pulled from your arm inside another room. The door snapped closed behind you, making y