Ji-Eun's POV

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

"take Mushrooms!" That hurt.

A lot.

What am I doing?

I'm sterelizing my cuts.

Because my life is horrible.

Not a lot of cuts than you'd think, actually.

But bruises?

That's another story.

I have one huge bruise down my back.

Like, covering the whole thing.

That sounds bad, doesn't it?

Ever gotten a bruise on your knee?

Multiply it by 10.

That's what I'm feeling painwise.

I had no freaking idea it would hurt that bad.

And I can't even reach around to rub ointment on it.

My life .

I look in the mirror.

I can cover up most of my face with makeup.

The bruised jaw?

Foundation.

The bust lip?

Lipstick.

The black eye?

Concealer.

The only problem?

I have another concert.

Tomorrow.

I think I'm going to have a early night's sleep.

Maybe things'll get better in the morning.

Not.

I had no idea girls could kick that hard.

Ow.

The next day I get up really early and put on a lot of makeup.

Like, 14 layers.

Then I cover up my body with long pants and a sweatshirt.

My back bruise?

Yeah, not healed.

I don't think my brothers got back yesterday.

They probably went to the practice room.

I groan and reach for my phone.

Who to call?

Seohyun doesn't pick up.

Crud.

Only one person can help me out.

Ring, ring.

"Hey, L.Joe."

"Are you okay?" L.Joe looks at my pitiful attempt at a smile.

More like a grimace.

"Yeah." I can't let anyone worry.

"Noona, you look really bad." Changjo comments.

"Thanks a lot." I glare.

L.Joe pinches him, then smiles apologetically.

Ba-dump.

"We're here!" C.A.P. oppa announces.

I struggle out of the car.

By struggle I mean almost rip my seatbelt in half.

Then stand up and bang my head.

Then Chunji oppa closes the door on me.

Then I fall face forward.

My face is like a centimeter away from the floor when someone catches me by the arm.

Now, I'm glad that my face is not damaged.

But my arm is twisted back and almost pulled out of its socket.

I stand up properly then look at the rescuer.

Myungsoo oppa.

And guess who he's glaring at?

L.Joe.

"Ummmmm..." I look back and forth.

L.Joe and Teentop on one side.

Myungsoo oppa and Infinite on the other.

Me in the middle.

"Do you know each other?" I ask carefully.

"Yes."

"No."

Huh?

They won't stop glaring.

Now, I like L.Joe.

Don't get me wrong.

But honestly?

Myungsoo oppa is like, the best.

I don't really know why.

He just is.

So I take a sort of sidestep towards Myungsoo oppa.

L.Joe looks hurt.

I bite my lip.

I try to move to L.Joe, but...

A hand.

On my wrist.

Pulls.

I stumble into Myungsoo oppa's chest.

Ba-dump.

It feels nice and all.

Like, chest muscles?

Ohhh emmmmmm geeeeee.

But my ankle protests.

I let out a little gasp of pain.

Worry flashes in L.Joe's eyes.

He grabs onto my other wrist.

Same situation.

Chest, meet head.

But Myungsoo oppa doesn't let go.

Keep in mind that this is the parking lot.

Lots of awkwardness and weird glances from other Kpop groups.

I'm stuck in a tug of war.

And I'm the rope.

Screw my life.

"Maybe I should just-"

"No." Myungsoo oppa cuts Sungjong off.

"But I-"

"No." L.Joe cuts Niel off.

I puff up my cheeks in frustration.

Still two hands on my wrists.

Still being tugged.

I think I'm going to split soon.

I try to free myself.

Both hands get tighter.

No blood circulation in hands.

I grimace.

All this tugging is not good for my ankle.

L.Joe notices again.

Geez, is he like staring at only me or something.

Huge tug from L.Joe's part.

He won't stop pulling.

Myungsoo oppa's eyes harden.

Oh, no.

Please no.

He lets go.

Now, this would've been okay if L.Joe wasn't pulling me.

But I hate science.

I fall back, behind L.Joe, and I crash onto the floor.

Face, meet puddle.

Back, meet Teen top's car.

I think I broke something.

It hurts so much.

I groan and lift my head up.

I notice Exo and Superjunior and Shinee and SNSD are here now too.

Just great.

My life is getting better by the second.

But why's everyone staring at me with horror?

I look down at the puddle that has drenched me in dirty water.

But it's clouded.

With concealer and foundation.

Another puddle nearby shows me the truth.

You know the bruises on my face?

Yeah.

They're visible.

And my clothes?

Ripped.

And people ask why I hate my life.

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