Ji-Eun's POV

Ryeowook oppa is very nice.

Very calm.

Very understanding.

But when it comes to me or Kai getting hurt?

He compeletely freaks out.

"How could I not know? I'm so stupid!" He slaps himself.

"I'm an idiot." He slaps himself again.

He paces back and forth, slapping himself, texting, and mumbling under his breath.

Me and Kai munch on cookies looking at him.

What?

It's a good show.

It's not every day you get to see your older brother physically abusing himself.

Oh, my diet?

Yeah, I gave up on that three days ago.

I can't help but laugh.

Ryeowook oppa turns to me.

Uh-oh.

"Why are you guys so calm? Go disguise yourselves!" Ryeowook oppa shouts at us.

Jeez.

We grumble and go search the closet for masks, hats, and sweatshirts.

I don't get why this is such a big deal.

It's just an article.

Not.

The fangirls will have my head for dinner.

I throw on a baseball cap, a mask, and a purple sweatshirt.

I look in the mirror.

Still me.

I hope the people don't notice.

We run out of the house and try to get a cab.

Come on, why isn't it coming...

"Oh my god, is that Kai?"

Crap.

Crap crap crap crap crappity crap crap.

The taxi is 10 meters away.

"Run!" Kai tells us.

We jog away from the fangirls and dive into the cab.

"Ajusshi, the broadcasting center!"

The process of putting makeup and clothes on begins again.

Then the process of practicing and scraping my elbow.

Then the process of me freaking out because I spilled water all over myself.

Off goes my outfit and makeup.

On goes another dress and layer of makeup.

Did you know stsylists keep extras of your outfit just in case?

Thank god.

I am hyperventilating again.

Oh my god.

Our fans hate me.

I'm going to mess up.

"I'm screwed."

"Yes, so screwed." A voice says behind me.

I shriek.

"Oh my god, L.Joe, you scared me!"

He laughs.

Ba-dump.

"You'll be fine. Just breathe." He says.

Ba-dump.

"Thanks."

He waves at me and leaves.

It's time to go onstage.

Crumbs.

I'm onstage.

Am I dancing?

No.

Why?

I'm in a hole.

Why?

I fell in.

Why?

I have no effing idea.

One minute I'm dancing, one minute the stage falls out from under me.

I'm dazed and confused.

I can still hear the music and stuff, so I try to get up.

My ankle is killing me.

The members pretend not to take notice of me, but I can see them looking at me worriedly.

Sungjong is so worried he gets his lines wrong.

Hoya oppa messes up his solo dance.

I messed up our show.

This time for real.

My brothers are crowded around me.

"Are you okay, Ji-Eun?" Kai asks.

I have ice on my ankle.

I fake a smile. "I'm fine! Why's everyone making such a big deal?"

I stand up and walk out the door.

"I'll be fine. I'm just going to the bathroom."

As soon as I close the door, I collapse on the floor.

"Owwwwww." I moan.

After a few seconds, I stand up and limp to the downstairs hallway.

I need to go to the bathroom.

I have no idea where it is.

Then...

'Splat' goes the tomato.

The red substance is running down my hair and into my eyes.

I turn around and see girls.

A lot of them.

With a lot of tomatoes.

And a lot of eggs.

Oh, god.

My life can't give me a freaking break.

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