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After the talked with Leeteuk, I didn’t  feel  secured at all. I feel like there is  something going on and I’m not aware what is it. Add to this feeling, is the  creepiness and nervousness I feel whenever I remember that looks on Kyuhyun’s and Leeteuk’s face. I trust  Leeteuk so much, but with Kyuhyun on his side? It’s a different case and a scary one. Kyuhyun has a very angelic face but at the back of that face is a lot of evilness. But despite that bad attitude of his, we still love him and we care for him like our real dongsaeng. But still I don’t trust him. My instincts tell me that there is something going on with those two and it gets stronger when Kyuhyun asked for Leeteuk’s permission while we are practicing the dance steps earlier and Leeteuk agreed without second thought. I know Leeteuk for being strict when it comes to rehearsing or anything that connects to our career. It’s really suspicious but I keep my mouth shut.  Didn’t even asked or complained. Those  events keep flooding in my mind whole day. They act really weird since we meet the ‘KIM’ guy. I can’t help but suspect them. I guess it’s for the best.   And here I am now. Laying on my bed. Thinking when I will meet HIM again. I really want to meet him again. I know it will not be easy for the two of us but we will overcome it s long as we’re together. Ok maybe I’m imagining already too far.  I need to rest. I turn off the lamp on my bedside table and let darkness swallow my whole consciousness.

“ get off me already. I can’t breathe!” I  said struggling to his hugs. And why this person is here?? It’s not like I don’t want him here. But why all of a sudden and he didn’t even call me before he come here like the usual thing he does. And as far as I remember, he has their dance practice today.” What are you doing here??” I asked him, shooting death glares to him.

“ can’t I visit you anymore, hyung?” he innocently said while pouting and it is really disgusting, I mean a manly guy like him? Pouting? And I’m not gonna fall for that trick CHO KYUHYUN. I’ve learned my lessons already. And the most suspicious thing is: he called me ‘hyung’? like seriously?. This brat calls me hyung? I feel some creepiness flowing from him coming to me. It’s so unusual of him. I feel scared all of a sudden.

“ ok, don’t pout, you know how disgusting it was” I said and he pout even more.” I mean It CHO KYUHYUN , don’t pout, I think I’m gonna vomit.” I I said,my voice full of disgust. He stop pouting and just look at me with those puppy eyes.” What do you want?” I finally ask. Crossing my arms in my chest.

“ ouch, you just hurt my feeling, hyung” he said holding his chest acting as if he is really hurt.” Do yo really think I just come here whenever I have  a favor to ask” he continued, his face looks really hurt but I know better. Maybe if you don’t know him you’ll fall for that face but not me.

“ come on just spill it already. You can’t make me fall for those eyes. You can’t trick me with that aegyo face of yours”  I said looking so bored.

“ “ ooohh gotcha! So you’re admitting now that I’m cute?” he said his eyes rounding on excitement.

“ huh?  I didn’t say anything about you being cute” I said.

“ naaahhh you just said I’m cute” he said back.

“  don’t change the topic, Kyu. Now tell me what you want before I kick your out of my house. I am supposed to take a rest and  I bet you too.” I said looking straightly into his eyes. I can see through his eyes if he’s lying or not. He can’t look directly into my eyes and I can tell that he’s feeling uneasy . im wondering too why he’s not confronting me about me cooking foods for his band mate. It’s just two things: either he don’t care or he didn’t saw me when I brought foods on Yesung’s birthday. But I’ sure he saw me that time. We didn’t have eye contact but I’m sure he saw me. So basically it’s the first conclusion: he don’t care. And that’s better.

“ ahm Wookie hyung, I honestly have a favor to ask” he finally answered honestly. He’s looking down an