세나: In my dream it’s weird.

I’m walking across a dark, yet familiar hallway, and my walk seems to be endless but I know I have to keep walking, because something or maybe someone is waiting for me there at the end. After tirelessly marching, I see foresomething finally blocking my path—a door to be exact; and I could see light spilling from its edges. Finding it harmless, I twist its knob and much to my surprise, I am suddenly in Father Hong’s office.

“Ah, Se Na; thank goodness you’re here. Dear, come.” He flaps his hand at me. I stop in front of his table. “Someone wants to have you this,” he hands me a white envelope.

Wordlessly taking it, I just bow and tear down one side of the envelope. Carefully, I bring out the folded paper inside. “Father Hong,” I mutter, upon reading what’s written. “I don’t remember taking any exam—” but, when I look up at him again, I realize that my location has completely differed, and he’s not there anymore. I’m in an all-white hallway, and there’s one more surprising thing: I’m wearing a laboratory gown, and there’s a stethoscope s on my nape. “What the…?” I look around. I am in a hospital. Suddenly, the paper that I was holding a while ago has now transformed into a clipboard and there’s even a pen on it.

“Doctor, doctor!” startled, I turn to my right to see a nurse dashing past me, and she looks like…Hyun Ah-eonni? “I’m sorry you’ve been informed late. But please go to the patient! Its room number is there on your clipboard,” she pants, and disappears.

Though bewildered, I just do accordingly. What was a dream a while ago though now was slowly becoming reality to me. I look down on the clipboard, attached where is the patient’s record. Strange thing is, the name of the patient seems to be illegibly written; I can’t read it properly. “’5’? Is there a room like that?” I scowl, but appearing to have no choice, I follow. I don’t even know what hospital this is but somehow I find my way to the room of my patient.

Opening the door slowly, I see a throng formed in the room. They’re looking down at the figure on the bed, which is entirely covered with cloth. A sense of panic suddenly wells within me, and I run to my patient’s side. Swiftly, I discard of the blanket, and I find myself staring down at my own pale face.

The sight is so horrendous, too stupefying and scary, that I’m immobilized right on the spot. I can feel my hands shaking. Not believing my eyes, I slowly, slowly look at the patient’s record.

Pyo Se Na.

It’s me.

Me.

Because of the shock, my heart beat suddenly quickens, and my breathing rate doubles; adrenaline courses through my body and the next thing I know, is I awake with a gasp.

Panting heavily though inaudibly, I hug myself tightly. It was just a dream. Calm down, Se Na.  Blinking thrice, I collect my wits, and the first thing I realize when I’m fully back is that I’m face to face with an asleep Sungjae.

It was nonsense, really; a dream nonsensical, but it really, really scared me. I suddenly remember the dream I had before when I was already in my grave and this guy in front of me right now couldn’t get over the fact that I’m dead. And all I could do was just look at him, not being able to offer any source of comfort; I know that that time is imminent, but why am I still…afraid?

I feel something wet trail down from the corner of my eye to my nose; cascading sideways. Sniffing, I realize that here I am again, crying over this matter. And the fact that I can’t bring myself to tell Sungjae just makes it all harder for me. Letting my arm snake around Sungjae’s nape, I bring myself closer to him, resting my chin on his shoulder as I try my hardest to cry silently. Breathing in, breathing out, I sob.

"I'm sorry, Jae..." I whisper with a broken voice.

“S-Se Na-ya…” Sungjae mutters in his sleep, startling me. I freeze when he asks, slowly in a rough tone, “A-are you c-crying…?”

A choke ends up clogged at the back of my nose. My throat is so tight that I can’t breathe, but I can’t let him know. “Ani, I’m not crying,” I say, my tears still blinding me terribly. “No, no…” another tear rolls down. I can’t let him see me like this.

“Hmmkay…” he shifts a little in his position, and somehow s his head forward, and he puts his arm on my torso, hugging me. “Hmn…” he dozes again.

And that makes me cry even harder. More than ever, I could feel the density of this problem far greater than anything else as of now. “S-Sungjae-ya…M-mianhae…” my whisper struggles out of my mouth.

I receive no answer.

***

“What time is he coming out, anyway?” I grouch, tapping my foot on the concrete several times, Thursday that week.

“Just a little more, Se Na. Look; the students are trooping out,” Changsub-oppa assures me, and runs his hand through the fur of Meokjang, who is, by the way, the giant elephant doll that Ilhoon-oppa gave me; which I happen to be carrying as of now.

We’re outside Hanlim Arts High right now, and it quite surprises me that here outside, our vehicle is not the only one standing by. Nearby us there’s also a black van parked.

“Chill, Se Na; what are you so worried about?”

“I look worried?” I glance at him.

He nods.

“Not really.” I reply. “I just want to get home as soon as possible,”

“But we’re still going to eat out after this,” Hyunsik-oppa says. “Don’t you want to come?”

Oh, right. Today’s my deadline in The Lunch Box and I still haven’t proofread it! “A-ah…? I—yeah. I’m coming, of course,”

“Thought so,”

“Are Sungjae and Ilhoon out yet?” Penpen peeks his head out of the opened door.

“Not yet.”

Nearby, I hear a familiar boyish voice ringing in my ears, indistinctly. I just ignore it, though. It’s only a little while when someone says, “Hey isn’t that—?” I look at Hyunsik-oppa who’s pointing at something in front of him and that’s the last thing I hear before this calls out loudly—

“COMRADE!”

After a one-second delay I realize that now it makes sense why I was hearing that voice. Situated not so far from me there’s a blonde boy waving his arm at me, smiling brightly. I realize who it is. “Oh—ya!” I run to him, and though we’re not really that close, I find myself at ease that I easily hug him. The hug only lasts for a second though. “Zelo! What are you doing here?”

Still grinning, he answers, and we’re still holding hands, “We’re waiting for Jongup-hyung! It’s his exams today. You, what are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for someone too. Or, accurately, two of them.”

Suddenly someone inside their car says, “Oh my gosh, Junhong has a girlfriend?!” and a guy with plump lips with fat cheeks emerges, sounding somewhat sly, but also half-incredulous.

“Hyung!” Zelo jumps. “Ah-ah, ani, ani! She’s not my girlfriend!”

“Junhong-ah, mind telling us who this is?” says a scary guy (and by scary I mean really scary) with a very deep voice. Somehow getting scared by him, I find myself making a very small step back, that it’s almost not obvious. But apparently Zelo notices this, that he laughs.

“Ah, ne. Youngjae-hyung, Yongguk-hyung, this is my friend, Pyo Se Na.” he says, making proper motions of the hand.

“A-annyeonghasseyo,” I bow. “My name’s Pyo Se Na. It’s a pleasure to meet you,”

“The pleasure is ours. My name’s Bang Yongguk.” Turns out that this guy is nicer than he actually seems. But still. He’s scary.

“Hello! I’m Yoo Youngjae. Nice to meet you,” he proffers his hand, which I take gratefully.

Upon noticing that I’m looking for something, Zelo says, “Are you looking for Himchan-hyung and Daehyun-hyung?” he asks. I suddenly remember that I think I know someone who goes by the name of Daehyun but the fleeting thought instantly fades away.

I blink. “Uh…yeah …”

“Ah. They’re somewhere right now. Only the three of us could come to fetch Jongup-hyung,”

“But you, Se Na-ssi, who are you waiting for?” Bang Yongguk-nim asks. (I think adding ‘-nim’ totally suits him)

“I’m waiting for my friend. Friends, I mean. I wonder what’s taking them—ah, there he is.” I nod, as I see Sungjae fast approaching.

“Se Na!” he runs and apparently he doesn’t see my background that he just hugs me instantly, ignoring rudely the people around us. “I did it, I did it!”

I smile. “Oh my goodness…you did well? That’s great!” but over Sungjae’s shoulder I see the flabbergasted expression Zelo is wearing, that I become conscious all of a sudden. “A-ah, Jae,” I hesitantly push him away, and he gives me a confused look but he realizes where we are.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry,” he bows. “Anyway, it’s nice to see you again,” Sungjae awkwardly bows and scratches his head.

“Ah, hehe. Hello, Sungjae, we meet again,” the oppa named Youngjae says.

“Hullo,”

“Hi.”

Bang and Zelo greet.

“Where’s Ilhoon-oppa?” I ask Jae.

He merely points at the van where I came from  for an answer.

“Okay…” and just when I’m about to bid Zelo goodbye, someone else arrives.

“Junhong-ah!” marches a slightly short guy with really small eyes.

“Hyung!” Zelo hugs him. This must be the Jongup guy, then? “So how did your exam go?”

“A little hard,” Jongup sighs. “But it’s good. I managed,” when he sees me, he some sort of recoils, and asks his mate, “Who…who is she?”

“This is Se Na, Jongup-hyung. A friend of mine. The one that I talked about?”

Zelo talks about me to his hyungs? How flattering. “Ah, hello,” I bow. “Pyo Se Na imnida,”

Jongup, I don’t know, but he sort of blushes, and blinks repetitively. “I…uh…I’m glad t-that you’re here, Zelo’s friend—I mean, Se Na, er, Se Na-ssi…My name’s…M-Moon Jongup,” we shake hands,  and when he steps back, he whispers something to Zelo. I can’t believe that he’s the hyung and yet the maknae is way taller than him. Come to think of it, Zelo is taller than everyone. He’s even taller than Sungjae by a couple of centimeters.

“She sure is,” Zelo laughs. I pay him a questioning look but the kid just winks at me.

“Se Na, they say we should go,” Jae secretly whispers to me.

I bow to Zelo’s group. “Ah, Zelo-ya, I want to stay, but I guess we have to…yeah. We’re still going to eat out,”

“Ah, you’re right! We were just about to leave too. Although, before you go, can I borrow your handphone?”

Blindly, I obey. “Here.”

He quickly types something in with both of his thumbs, and he returns it to me. “There you go. See you next time!”

Sungjae and I slowly walk away. “Yes; see you next time! It was nice meeting you all!” I wave.

When we’re walking to BtoB’s van Sungjae queries, askance, “And since when did you strike a friendship with our seniors?”

“They’re your seniors? Really? Ah, well, it was when you were in Singapore… I dropped by that skate park where Changsub-oppa and Hyunsik-oppa would hang out. And that’s where I met him. Long story,”

And that’s where our conversation ends.

“Haha, let’s see if that llama can save you,” Hyunsik-oppa jests at Ilhoon, to which Ilhoon just smiles with surrender.

“So how’s your exam, oppa?”

“Ah, Se Na! It was alright; except for Physics, I had slight difficulty in it,” he sighs.

I look at Sungjae, who’s still eyeing B.A.P.’s van. There’s this serious look on his face while he stares at Zelo, who happens to be piling into the car. “Ah, but you did manage, right? You got to answer everything?”

“Yeah…except for the last two problems…time run out.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure you did well with your accumulated points,” I smile convincingly, then look at all of them. “Now, shall we go?”

“Yeah, we should,” Peniel answers, who also happens to be looking at B.A.P.’s car intently. Finally he tears his gaze off of it, and goes inside the van.

On our way to the restaurant, Sungjae and Penpen bombard me with questions about Zelo. For like the umpteenth time I answer them that we’re just friends and the two wouldn’t stop badgering me if I think Zelo likes me and ugh what the heck guys, we just met, how in the world am I going to be his girlfriend?

Ilhoon just keeps on cackling beside me, and Hyunsik-hyung would keep on looking at Penpen with a smile, then would look at me, and then laugh. And just when I hope that I could get some sense from Changsub-oppa he too is busy laughing at what’s happening between Jae, Penpen, and me. Guys. Why. Why are you like this.

Our dinner at the restaurant goes smoothly, save for the bothering fact that Peniel seems to have lost the ability to speak. And he’s not just quiet because he has nothing to say, but rather the kind of quiet that chooses not to speak. While waiting for our order he just sits quietly fumbling with something on his phone, and it kind of annoys me why he’s acting like this. I almost want to transfer my seat and not have myself eat beside him, but I just shake that thought away, because maybe, if I asked, he’d answer…?

After eating, I realize that there’s a message from an unregistered number.

Hello ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Scowling, I answer with the closest name in mind.

Zelo?

After five minutes, my phone beeps again.

That was easy. Right you are, comrade!  ㅋㅋㅋ

I reply with:

ಠ_ಠ

The conversation is prolonged. And it goes like this:

“What? Why that face?”

“Nothing. How in the world did you get my number?”

“I borrowed your handphone today, remember? (๑•́ ₃•̀๑)”

“Yeah, but…I was expecting that you’d save your number in it…but…okay. Forget it.”

“Ah, that’s what I was just about to do! But I thought it’d be un-gentlemanly of me to have the girl message me first so I found ways… ㅋ”

“Omo. Creepy.”

“What? What creepy? ʘｏʘ  Hahaha!”

“Nothing. Did you search through my contacts?”

“Who are you texting, that you keep on laughing?” begins my best friend who sits in front of me, with a dubious look.

I smile. “I’m not laughing. And, it’s Zelo. The kid happened to have my number and get away with it.”

He doesn’t talk after that; he doesn’t smile nor just nod, but just sips the remaining of his soup. Beside me  I detect some movement, and when I glance, Penpen looks away. The cloudy expression is still on his face.

Zelo has replied. I read—

“Yes. Why?”

“That’s where you found my number, right?”

“Heol~ are you a mind-reader or something, comrade? Yep, I did!

Wait…did you mind? I’m sorry! ಥへಥ”

“You crazy kid. Nope, it’s alright.

But that was really…say, cool of you to know that it was there.”

“Glad of that! Because I would’ve saved my number there if it weren’t…

by the way, that’s a really nice wallpaper you got there in your phone! Your boyfriend? (*~▽~)”

Momentarily forgetting what my wallpaper is, I exit onto the homescreen, and I freeze seeing that he is my wallpaper. I quickly lock the screen and turn to my right, where the guy on my wallpaper is. Penpen. Good thing he’s not looking.

“What the heck! You little…gaaah!

No, he’s not my boyfriend!”

“Reeeeeally? (ΘεΘ;)”

“Yes. Really.”

“Are you sure??? (╯3╰)”

“Yes. ㅜ__ㅜ”

“Hahaha, I’m just messing with ya! Although, I’m really glad of that. (｡◕‿◕｡)”

“What?  Why? Don’t tell me you…nothing. Why?”

“Hmm…let’s just say, I think you and Sungjae-hyung (he’s a hyung, right?) look better together. Is HE your boyfriend? (≧ω≦)”

Okay. What. Just. What. For a minute there I look dumbly at my phone. Now this coming from Zelo who isn’t really close to me yet I feel very connected with…it’s just…I don’t know. I start to imagine how Jae and I would probably look like if we were ever together. The thought makes me a little bit uncomfortable; it makes my cheeks warm and tingle somehow, so I scold it away violently.

“Oh? Ya! No! he’s not my boyfriend! He’s my best friend. We’re close ever since childhood.”

“Eheeee, what a cute love story! ”

Seriously. Zelo must have a degree on getting on people’s nerves.

“What a malicious mind you have! But seriously, he’s my best friend. Ah, by the way, I have a question.”

“And what would that be, comrade?”

“Just today…when Jongup-oppa whispered something to you...

What did he say?"

“Ah, that? It was nothing! Not to worry. He didn’t say anything bad.”

“Yeah…but…what did he say, exactly?”

“Oho~ so you’re interested, eh? ¬◡¬)”

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Well, he said…

(◕ ω◕)”

“EUUURGHH,” I grunt, making the people around the table look at me.

“Se Na?” chimes Eunkwang-oppa.

“Nothing, nothing,” abashed, I put my eyes on my phone again and quickly punch in—

“JUNHONG! （＞д＜）”

“Kidding! Heol ~ that’s really nice of you to call me that^^

 anywayyy, you really want to know what Jongupie-hyung said?”

“How many times do I have to say this. YES.”

It’s a wonder that his reply is a little delayed. But soon enough, it comes, and it makes me coo a wholehearted “Aww,” when I read—

He says you’re very pretty.

And though the compliment comes from a stranger, it warms my heart up, because I think this is the first time that someone I don’t know has ever said praises about me. Well at least I got to get it before I die. I tell Zelo to convey my thanks to his hyung, and that I look forward to seeing them all. Junhong says that his Yongguk-hyung invites me to come to music shows and that he’ll give me a copy of their album signed by all of them. Not a fan, but I really appreciate this all.

So the world isn’t as cruel as I take it to be, eh?

After dinner, we decide to drop by the company because—well, what else. The guys want to play. While they’re at it, I go to the practice rooms where, gladly, I’m the only one here as no one else is using it.

“Time to take this down,” I open my laptop, and type away the next chapter of The Lunch Box.

Peniel is going to discover who his partner in The Lunch Box project is. Or at least, that’s what’s in my mind. Maybe, I could delay that a little? My hands stop, suddenly hovering over the keyboard. What next?

My thoughts are disturbed when the door cracks open, and my heart jumps at the sight of a frowning Penpen coming into the room; he grabs a guitar, sits, and starts playing, totally ignoring me. Up until now, he’s still on a bad mood? That’s been there since, like, this afternoon!

“Peniel?”

He doesn’t answer. Uh-oh.

“Penpen,”

Still no answer.

“Donggeun.”

“What?” he answers, sort of exasperatedly.

I blink. “Why are you frowning? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I shut my laptop. “Come on. You can tell me,”

He stops strumming, and I gulp before he looks at me. I was anticipating that he’d pay me an angry look but…hey, why’s he looking at me with worried eyes? The corners of his mouth aren’t tugged downward, but from here, I can see clearly. I’m certain of it.

“Se Na…” he speaks. “Do you…like me?”

My heart finds its quickest route to the pit of my stomach, and I don’t know how long it takes for me to reply, but I manage to , “Uh…of course I do. Of course I like you! Why would you ask that?” I say eagerly, not because I’m telling him that I like him romantically, but I want to assure him…seriously, why is he asking this? Getting fed up with this, I stand up from the floor, set my laptop aside, and walk to him. Stooping down, I rest my hands on my knees, to level my gaze with his. “Donggeuni…what’s…what’s wrong, really? Did I do anything wrong? I’m sorry,”

He smiles, and it makes me sad because the smile itself is sad. “If I tell you the reason…would you still be sorry?”

I think I’ll go crazy with all these riddles he throws at me. I want to tell him that I’m starting to get annoyed with this, but perhaps it’s not fit with the occasion, so I try to think of another answer. Unfortunately it takes me too long to think, that someone comes to ruin the solemn moment.

“I scream! You scream! We all scream for ice cream!” hollers happily a high-pitched female voice, but the singing stops when she sees that the practice room is as silent as a graveyard. “Oh? Where is everyone?”

“Hyun Ah-eonni! Oh my goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack!” walking to her, I assist her in taking the  ice cream from the bag.

“Haloooooooooo, Se Na-ya!” she hugs me before I could even get my hands on it, and she nearly squishes the breath out of me. “How have you been?”

“A-ah-ah, I’m alright—hnngg, come on, we just saw each other yesterday, why so touchy?” I laugh. I’m already too closely acquainted with Hyun Ah-eonni to be formal with her. Besides, she bullies me sometimes (affectionately, that is) so we’re like friends now.

“Nothing, I just miss my pretty dongsaeng!” she pinches my cheeks with both hands. “Oh, the other boys are playing, why are you two here?”

“Well I was working on something and Peniel-oppa’s just…practicing on his guitars,”

“Oh,” she nods, and urges us to come along with her to share with the guys the gallons and gallons of ice cream she bought. Ostensibly eonni is very fond of me that she feeds me with ice cream—and by feed I mean serving it right into my mouth with a spoon.

Perhaps the ice cream might have cheered up Penpen a little, that he’s smiling now. When I look at him he just smiles at me with that same smile he gave me a while ago in the practice room. It still bothers me, because I’ve no idea why he’s acting like this. It’s like I don’t know him at all.

Deeper into the night, there’s a sudden twist in the usual routine. Since Sungjae’s exams are over, and he’s back in the dorm again (he says he’ll miss my luxurious home), we’re back to the “walk-Se Na-back-to-her-home” habit. Although, tonight, not Sungjae, nor Penpen, nor Ilhoon-oppa are walking me, but rather, Eomma and Appa.

“Mind telling me why you guys volunteered to walk me home?” I smirk at Eunkwang-0ppa and Minhyuk-oppa.

“Ah, let’s just say we missed you, sweetie,” Squirrel eomma answers.

“And we think you spend way too much time with the maknae line that us, the hyung line, feel neglected,” says Eunkwang-oppa.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t you notice it, yourself?”

“Um…not really…but now that you mentioned it…uh-huh,”

“Anyhow, why the long face, sweetie? Something seems to be bothering you tonight.”

“Is that the reason why you guys decided to walk me home? To talk to me about it?”

Seo chuckles, “What if we tell you…yes?”

I stop smiling. That’s just creepy. Glancing at oppa, I ask, “I look bothered?”

“Yep.” They answer at the same time.

“I…let’s see…” what’s bothering me? “It’s just that…Donggeun-oppa seemed moody today…”

“And you’re affected.” Concludes Appa.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t know if it’s just me but ever since this afternoon…when we fetched Ilhoon-oppa and Sungjae from school, he wouldn’t talk.” I leave out the part in the practice room.

“Did something happen today that could’ve possibly spoiled his mood?”

“Um…nothing.”

“We weren’t there today, remember? Come on, tell all. It’s just the three of us here. And we wouldn’t tell anyone.”

I sigh. “Fine. I have this friend in that fellow rookie group of yours called B.A.P…he was Zelo, and well we met them today but never mind that; I don’t know. Nothing happened, I swear!”

“Oh, don’t swear, sweetie!” Minhyuk-oppa laughs, tapping my back. “Aside from that, can you think of anything else?”

“No…”

I catch the two sharing a knowing look. I open my mouth to ask what it is, but Eunkwang-oppa invites abruptly, with renewed energy, “Se Na-ya, what do you say we play basketball?”

“What? This time at night?”

“Yup. There’s a court here, I think I know where it is. Come on?”

“Alright…”

And instead of going straight to my home we take a detour, and I have a grand time with the two. It feels great being with them. Sure, whenever the trio of me, Sungjae, and Penpen are together, I enjoy just the same, but when I’m with those two it feels like I have to balance my attention between them. Like I have to pay enough attention to Jae, and then I have to pay some to Penpen. That’s the ever-present kind of pressure I feel when I’m with them. It’s wrong, I know. But that feeling’s absent now, and I feel like I can breathe easily, because these two are the ones adjusting, not me having to adjust with them.

“Okay, okay, I’m tired! Time out, time out!” I pant, displaying an open palm at them. I need to stop before my heart does anything stupid and give me a heart attack here on the spot.

“Ah-I’m so-oh my,” Minhyuk-oppa sighs, wiping his nose and putting his hands on his hips. “Oh my goodness, I haven’t played basketball in a long while,”

“I know right,” Eunkwang-oppa seconds. “Tired?”

“Very,” Minhyuk-oppa and I answer.

“Let’s sit,” we retire on the cold ground to gather our breaths.

While I dribble the ball on place, I’m asked, “Oh, Se Na, do you feel better now?”

Reminded of Penpen, I still feel bothered, but it’s sort of abated now. Ostensibly this really helped. “I feel alright now; thank you very much,”

Before we went to play a game here we bought ourselves some drinks. Minhyuk-oppa passes one to me and another to his hyung and together, we pop the cans open and drink up.

“Aigoo…we should do this more often,”

“Right. Unfortunately our schedules don’t let us so…maybe next time,”

Silence settles then after that, except for our loud breathing that’s heard.  I think we stay for the quarter of an hour there to chat until we decide to call it a day and they take me home.

“You know, Se  Na, I was somewhat tempted to go with you when Sungjae came here to review for his exams,” Minhyuk-oppa notions, when we walk along the corridor to my unit.

“Then why didn’t oppa come?”

“Well,” he smiles, looking down. “I thought you’d prefer having Peniel because…you know, you’re nearer in age and he has to teach Sungjae, also adding the fact that those two are the closest so…you three make a better picture,”

“But you can always drop by for a visit, you know, it’s not that far,”

“And then I’ll bring Eunkwang along, yeah?”

I nod. “And then we’ll eat in that restaurant that you really like…without having them know. I heard their jjampong there is really great.”

Eunkwang-oppa laughs. “We make a cool , don’t we?”

“We sure do.” We giggle. Stopping by in front of my door, I sense that this is where we should say goodbye.

“Here’s my unit. Good night, oppa. Thank you so much for today,” I smile at them.

“Sure, sweetie.” Minhyuk-oppa opens his arms and hugs me. He whispers against my forehead, “You know, Se Na…I’m not only Bo Mi’s big brother. Just so you know, I treat you like my very own little sister too. So if anything’s the matter, tell us, ‘kay?”

“Noted,” I nod with a touched smile, and then I hug Eunkwang-oppa. “Nightie, oppa,”

“Sleep well, dear. Ah, I have to say something, it’s a trifle, but I think you ought to know.”

“What is it, oppa?”

“Well, we’ve seen Donggeuni getting in a bad mood before, but I think the cause of then is different from now. It’s not that I know it all, but I just have the feeling, really, as far as I know him, this is the conclusion that I have,”

And I wish I hadn’t asked what it is, because for the rest of the night I’m shaken. Even after Eunkwang-oppa and Minhyuk-oppa leave, I still can’t get over what I’m told. It should be wrong, right? There could be a thousand cause why Penpen was in a bad mood today. But could it be…?

“I think you finally got to see Peniel when he’s jealous.”

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
 

I don't know, but I really like this chapter and I dunno, because maybe...it's got cameo in it? anyhow, Zelo is NOT my bias in B.A.P okaaaaaaaay. XD

my apologies for last chapter's bad mood. but I made sure that I'll update today because I think I won't be for like a couple of days because

TOMORROW'S THE COMEBACK!

CALM. WHAT IS CALM. HOW DO YOU DO CALM ლ(ಥДಥ ლ)

before my feelz kill me, what do you think of this chapter? do you like it? I do, but that doesn't mean you would too, right...I'm sorry if it's not that great .___.

till the next update!

LET'S SPAZZ TOGETHER OKAIII?! >O<

-b