sorry for the y ending... :) but hell yeah....this chap has been lost but recovered with oldaff....i'm soooo happieee it's back.

 

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Their showcase ended successfully. Everyone in their small company were now busy celebrating. Well, almost everyone.

  There was a soft knock on the door of the cubicle in gents' room, where he had been hiding eversince they ended the showcase. He literally had to held his breath, afraid of making any sound that would giveaway his hideout. He couldn't think of any other way out than hide here to figure why the strange feelings that had been invading him only seemed to grow stronger during their stage that by the end of it, he could've faint just by using all his energy to survive the performance. He didn't think he could stand the stare any longer. And here, is the safest place to calm himself and his rapid heartbeat.   "Kwanghee hyung, it's me, Heechul."   He still felt afraid to answer and kept quiet.   "Hyung. It's just me, Heechul. No one else. What are you doing in there? Are you alright? Should I go call the others to come?"   That perked him. He wouldn't want any of the member to find him, well, to be specific, he didn't want Kevin to find him there, looking like a fool.   "N..no! I'm fine." He cringed and slapped his own forehead at how easy he gave in. He could totally imagine Heechul's lame smirk of victory.   "So, should I wait until you come out? You've been there for too long, it's starting to worry me."   "N...no. Just....go. I'll go back on my own. I...uhm, have schedule after this." 'Since when did he even worry about me?'   "Hyung, don't lie. Manager hyung said nobody had any schedule after this. Besides, it's already late."   "I...I have somewhere to go okay. Personal matters."   "Does it have something to do with Choi Mihee that cafeteria girl?"   Mihee! The name struck him. Not the way it usually struck him and gave him butterflies in the stomach, in fact, the name stuck out like a sore thumb. Like something unexpected. What happened? Kwanghee was again lost in his thoughts when he realized that he had forgotten all about Mihee. How is that possible? She was the one always on his mind. She was the reason he had that absurd conflict with Kevin. How could he suddenly forgot about her, when she was the reason he practiced all night to sing without cracking in any lines, which he succeeded to do just now on stage.   She, was also the reason that kiss happened.   'But how could I mistake Kevin as her? That hoodie he wore, was the same as hers. But how could they be wearing the same hoodie on the same day? It doesn't make sense.'   He tried to recall for any clues, and the only one he could think of, was the present she had ask him to give Kevin when they had just become friendly with each other. 'Could that present be, the hoodie? Couple hoodie?' The thought made him frown.   "Hyung! Are you listening?"   "Y..yeah. What are you still doing there? Just go out already."   "Hyung,.....did you, kissed her? That Mihee girl?" This time, Heechul lowered his voice, which Kwanghee didn't understand why. Unless someone else entered the men's room, but he didn't hear any sound of the main door being opened.   "No!" He almost shouted.   "Well, just asking, because something's really different with you today at the showcase. And I found some gifts outside your practice room with Kevin hyung. I just thought it could be hers, since fans don't come to practice room...and I don't know. Just my gut feelings. I didn't sneak a look at the cards okay!"   'Mihee came to the practice room? Mihee came...of course she would come! I'm the one who asked her to come. But there were nothing outside when I came in. Could....could it be....she saw....no, she must've thought of us as gays now.'   He unintentionally sprung out of his cubicle, surprising Heechul who was waiting right behind the door.   "Well, that's not surprising." Heechul rolled his eyes, before handing the two boxes to him. "Again, before you start accusing me, I did NOT peek at the cards. Even if I see it, it's unintentional okay? I'm going out now. But you should go find Kevin hyung. He's worried sick about you."   "What?!" His hands hung down, instead of checking out the cards attached to the presents. "What....what happened to him?"   "Nothing. Why are you so jumpy, anyway? He's not a kid. He can take care of himself."   "Heechul-ah, does he look...mad?"   "No, I told you, he's just worried about you. Hyung, stop over-reacting! You're freaking me out!"   "Please tell him not to worry about me and just forget any mistake I did."   "Hyung, I don't think there's any mistake. The performance was flawless. But I really don't get you two. He's worried about you. You're worried about him. Then, why do I have to be involved in this? Just get back together already. Weren't you two sort-of buddies anyway? It's not worth avoiding or fighting with friends because of a girl."   'It's not her.'    How he wished he could say that. But perhaps it'd be better for him not to do it. She was the reason he avoided Kevin, until this evening. But she's no longer the reason now. He just didn't know how to face him anymore, after that accidental kiss that lasted longer than it should. No matter how he thought about it, he didn't think his comedic acting skill would be enough to save him from the embarrassment, especially not in front of Kevin, who must've had felt either angry, disgusted or afraid of him now, and had all the negative impressions in the world on him. How would he face Kevin if he couldn't even bring himself to explain the whole situation and solve all the misunderstanding?   Seeing the remorse on Kwanghee's face, Heechul gave him a pat on his shoulder. "I'm going back to the party room. Come join us when you're ready, okay." And he left, knowing that Kwanghee would need some time alone now. Everyone knew better than to hurt Kwanghee's pride whenever he's looking frail. Since he wouldn't share his problems with them, that's the most that they could do for him.   Kwanghee already knew what would be written on the boxes, but just for the sake of confirming, he took a quick glance at both cards, and indeed they were Mihee's presents. But what confused him even more, was his lack of emotions to the fact that Mihee saw him kissing another guy. What upset him more in fact, was the possibility of him losing Kevin's friendship for good. They were never close buddies in the first place. Kevin had always treated him too nicely compared to how the other members, and as absurd as it sound, that nice treatment had kept their distance from being close buddies, and worsened when he started to resent Kevin. But now they'd probably end up total strangers stuck in the same group. It pained him to think of all the chances he had wasted to become closer to Kevin, now that it's impossible for them to be like before. And when he tried to concentrate his thoughts on Mihee, he only felt pain that she'd now have the misconception of Kevin-the Mr.Perfect, who's perfectly innocent in this misunderstanding.   'But he is Mr.Perfect. She couldn't hate him because of that kiss. That was all my fault. He had nothing to do with it. And he was too nice that he didn't even have the heart to push me away immediately, though that's what he should've done. She couldn't change her heart on someone like that just because of that stupid kiss. I...I should go and explain to her, so that she wouldn't misunderstood him anymore. That's it. She might hate me afterwards, but it's better than living in lies.'   He put aside the boxes and took a deep breath, and wiped off tears that had unknowingly formed from the corner of his eyes using the tip of his fingers. He then used the same fingers to comb his hair in place. "That's better. You can do this, Hwang Kwanghee." He slapped a worried yet determined smile on his lips before pulling the door open, only to have his eyes widen and jaw dropped at the sight waiting outside, as soon as the door flung opened. He instantly shut it back, though he was well aware how silly he was acting now, and it's not like he can lock the main entrance to gents anyway.   'Why is he here? How long has he been there?'   "Kwanghee, can we talk?" The voice sounded stern. No, he sounded angry. Kwanghee tried to calculate the nature of the voice calling for him from the other side of the door, while still leaning his back on it with the hopes it could save him from being captured.   Seeing