Something is weird with you today. You don't eat properly, you don't speak to the members. You don't practice focused like you always do.

And because I'm the worrying hyung I stop you as you want to leave the practice room in a rush.

You look nervous, your eyes looking everywhere but at me.

“What's up with you today? You're acting weird.”

You start sweating even more than you did while practicing.

“No-nothing, hyung, wha-what do you mean by that?”

You try laughing your non-convincing answer off.

“Why can't you tell me about your problems, maknae? I thought I was your favorite hyung?”

You sigh.

“You are and... Actually there is a problem, but I can't tell you.”

“Just spill it out already!”

“Promise me you won't be angry.”

“I won't be angry. Now tell me.” Try to stay calm, Jiyong. Stay calm.

I wonder what you are hiding. From the way you look, totally nervous, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt... Don't tell me you are going to conf-

“I accidentally ripped your favorite pants.”

“Me too. I - ” Wait. This wasn't a confession of love. “WHAT?”

“I'm sorry, hyung, don't hit me!”

“YOU RIPPED MY FAVORITE PANTS?!”

“Hyung, what did you mean by 'me too' by the way? I looked into my wardrobe, my pants aren't ripped.”

“I just thought you would confess something else to me.”

You smile a knowing smile.

“Not yet, hyung”, I barely hear you mumble.

“Aish, you're just wasting my time.”

With that I turn to you, press you against the couch we're sitting on and kiss you full on the lips.

That's what you get for making me wait.

And ripping my pants.

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A/N: Is this what they call crack? :D There you go, exactly 301 words.

I'm out of stories now... hmm maybe my muse will come back tonight :)