I’m Confuse or Mad of You?

Part 2.

Wooyoung fidgeting his body, a familiar scent was spreading and filing his nostril with a very endearing feeling. He loves it. He loves it scent. Tried to peer a certain figure of the owner, he ended up messing this moment when he dropped his cup and spilled almost all the content into his shirt. His favorite yellow shirt.

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Wooyoung was flinched by the hotness of the black coffee. His body respond it spontaneity to avoid the black deep color taint his lovely shirt.

“Are you ok wooyoungie?”

“Umm… yeah.. kkhun-hyung… it just a coffee anyway!” he stuttered.

“You should change your shirt immediately, the event is about to begin!”

“yeah right..”

Wooyoung moved his to reach his cordy noona and get another shirt, but nichkhun sudden grip on his wrist halted him. wooyoung eyes catches his bandmate’s eyes, and saw the other eyes bored to him. Wooyoung tried to slip a word, but no voice was ready to leave his tiny mouth.

His professional noona rushed up approaching wooyoung. There’s no doubt his noona was extremely meticulous about her idol. She spitefully sensed the idol S.O.S state.  She murmured some words that wooyoung couldn’t catch very well since his mind and attention was fully occupied by a certain hyung before him.

Even though nichkhun’s hand no longer gripping his, wooyoung could sense that the older boy was trying to say something. Or maybe doing something? If doesn’t then why on earth he still standing there motionless with eyes glued on him.

Wooyoung was nervous like hell. He couldn’t understand his mind and body lately. He tended to get all nervous and sweaty when the thai prince make that eye contact with him. Ignoring the confusing and depressing feeling like these was no longer working.

His noona hand him another clean and nice shirt. She told him to get change immediately then she left b