"You want some more?" she smirked at Hoya.

"Holy...." Eunji whispered under her breath.

"What drink?" asked Tiffany.

"You gave him alcohol before his dance performance??" asked Minjun.

"HYUNA." I shouted so loudly that everyone in the room directed their attention toward me. "You little .."

Everyone gasped.

"Did you just swear??" Kris asked from behind me.

Hyuna scoffed and walked over to me. "Problem?"

"Hah", I laughed. "You did not just say that."

"You're a weak little girl. All you do is cry about your freaking dead brother everyday. You should just go join him."

I growled and stepped toward her. I was about to hurt her. I really was. Until Kris grabbed my wrist.

"Let go of me," I snapped. "She doesn't deserved to be saved."

"Taeyeon-"

"What? Are you taking her side now?"

"I'm not taking sides, Taeyeon." said Kris. "Listen to me. You don't have to stoop to her level. You're better than that. You're way better than her. You know that."

Hyuna gasped. "What the hell Kris? After all the times we've made out?"

"WHY IS EVERYONE BEING SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER!!" screamed Hoya, still laying on the floor.

"Making out is nothing." Kris said. "It's nothing if there's no true love involved. The only person I love is Taeyeon. I like her because she's nothing like you. She's beautiful, talented, sweet, funny...she's perfect."

Eunji gagged in disgust at his cheesy words. Hyuna stomped out of the room, tripping on her heels on the way.

I smiled. The fact that Kris was by my side just made everything better.

"Thanks Kris.." I said, holding his hands. He pulled me closer to him.

"Thanks for what?" he teased.

"Oh stop it," I slapped him.

"Ow," he said, pretending that I actually hurt him.

I stepped back, sighed, and ran my hands through my hair. "So what do I do about THIS?" I said, gesturing my hands toward Hoya. "How are we gonna perform if he can barely stand up straight? This is really important to me..."

"Hey," said Kris. "I have an idea.."