"What's wrong?" he asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him.  "How do you not know what's wrong?"

He sighed heavily and said, "Baby, I told you they warned us stuff like this was going to happen once we debuted."

"No, don't even," I warned him coldly.  "You said I'd have to deal with crazy girls throwing themselves at you.  Not this.  This is different."

"I don't know what this is, but I know it's not real."  He had such a baby face.  It melted my heart to look at him like this.  I shook my head.

"Explain it then," I challenged him.  He shrugged helplessly.

"I have no idea how to explain it," he sighed, confused.  "Does it even really matter?  I mean, you know I love you.  No one else.  Who cares about this stuff?  Manager Cho said he would have it taken care of."  He reached out for me, but I pulled my hand away and stepped back.  His smile looked an equal mix of tired and disbelieving.  "Beki...?"

That one fan's words played in my head again.  I clutched at the sides of my head, trying to squeeze her voice out of my brain.

"I should go," I finally told him.

"No, you don't have to!  Please?  Please stay with me."  I couldn't resist his face or his pained voice.

I ground my teeth together.  "Don't touch me.  Someone might see.  Isn't one scandal enough for you?"

"Oh, come on, don't-"

"I won't," I interrupted, turning on my heel and bolting.