A week has passed since the fashion club meet. We recruited enough people so we got the utilities we needed to make the clothing. We are planing to place a show in a month when everything is ready. But we haven't announced it yet, because we don't know for when it should be, or when we are going to be ready.     A week has gone by since I cried in the bathroom. A week has gone by since I talked to Minho, or Jonghyun. A week has gone by since I went to Mr.Songs class. A week since the world came and hit me hard. And it only took one person to make me cry. That person that I'm scared I'm falling for.   "Well look who's here!" A week has gone by, but I decided that this week I won't run. I will make things better.   "I'm sorry Mr.Song. I wasn't feeling well to come to your class" He nodded his head and gestured me closer. With a heartwarming smile he crushed me in his arms. I felt the need to cry in his arms, I felt the salty tears ready to flow, but I couldn't so I just gently got of the embrace. Smiling I said "You need help grading anything?" He nodded and handed me a pile of papers. He told me some also needed to be organized. So I got started before his next class started.   That one class. As Mr.Song walked to the door and opened it I started to arrange the papers by periods. As all the students came inside the class it started to get noisy, but I didn't dare pick up my head. I couldn't. I wouldn't. So I just shrunk myself in the papers.   "Student quiet up. Yah! I said be quiet! okay now, today we are going to be drawing people in our tables, or someone you want to draw. Kibum will hand the paper out, and the sketching pencils." At the mention of my name I rose my head and looked around the room. Not every eye was on me, but I certainly knew a pair of them. Ones that I missed so much, but I wouldn't dare look in that direction.   I grabbed the sketching paper first and started to walk from table one to hand them out. "Alex pose!" while walking around the tables I heard some people talking to others on how they should pose or correct themselves so their friends could draw them or even couples. When I got to Jonghuyns table, there was no chatter, no jokes, no nothing. So I just counted the people and placed the papers in the middle. I got a slight look at h