"hand it over", he brings out his slender white hand that connected his beautiful slender piano-istic fingers.
I gulped and held my track suit tightly against my small frame as I stared at those beautiful fingers.

"H-Hyung, p-p-please...", I shuttered.

"I don't want to hear it Cheondung", he stated nonchalantly.

My visions was becoming a blur in front of me, my eye rims filling with water as tear streaks rolled down my face, drenching my cheeks instantly. My chest tighten as I gripped the fabric of my track suit against myself, protecting it. He sighed, his patience's was losing. In a matter of second he reached over, causing me to flinch and my body to vacillate. I began to cry out loud like a child,

"Hyung! Hyung, please! I'm sorry!",
"Cheondung, I'm doing this for your own good", he grunted, grabbing piece of the fabric.
"NO! NO! NO!", I screamed as he tugged on the fabric of the suit, but compared to him, I wasn't strong enough. My screams of crying caused three males to storm into the dance studio and pause on their tracks to watch our tug of war battle in disbelief. I held onto it with all my strength but he rips the fabric from my grasp and takes it away from me.

I watch him back up with the suit in horror, my lower lip quivering. How can someone be that cruel? He places the suit into his back pack and hands it over to one of the male, that had some facial hair along his very handsome face.

"Don't bring this out till I ask for it, Byunghee", he stated flatly as the other on the back of his teeth but nods at the given order. I push myself against the wall as my knees felt weak, my heart began to throb in pain as I watch the two leave with the bag containing my track suit. I muffled my cries behind my closed lips as I slide down against the wall slowly in distress. I cover my face into my hands and continue to cry, quietly choking.

When I heard the door of the studio close, I heard footsteps runing towards me. thud, thud, thud.

Arms were wrapped around my shoulders and felt a small peak against the side of my head. "Cheondung-Hyung, don't cry!", the maknae sat beside me in a warm embrace. I didn't look up until his grasp was loosen from me. Another hand was placed on my shoulder causing me to slowly remove my hands away from my messy wet face and saw a beautiful male, glancing at me in disbelief. Lee Changsun.

"don't worry Doongie, you know how Seungho-Hyung is —", I cut Changsun and bluntly spat, "I hate him" and frantically begin to cry again but this time Changsun opens his arms for me. I collapse into his embrace and cry my heart out. why do I love him so much then?

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