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Myungyeon

I don’t know again. But this one about idol life... And both t-ara and infnite again. Could be I guess scandal in there... And stuff... But making myungsoo date someone else but he really likes jiyeon

Myungsoo ruffled his hair as he entered their dorm again. ed looked at him with a brow raised. “What’s wrong? She did it again?”

“Yeah.”

“What did she do now?”

“She wore the same design of shoes as me. This pair.” Myungsoo pointed to the one he just took off and sighed deeply. “When will she ever stop?! She’s annoying me.”

“She won’t ever.” Sunggyu patted his shoulder with a tight squeeze, trying to comfort him. “I think she’s another Doyeon.”

“Oh God.”

The past ordeal came to Myungsoo’s mind again. It was a nightmare, a real horror. He shivered badly as he tried to push those bad thoughts out of his mind.  “I wish she could just stop.”

But no.

It continued.

The next day, s realized she wore the same bracelet as Myungsoo’s, and told him about it. Myungsoo shivered again.

“She has to stop!” Myungsoo roared, “I’ll talk to her.”

s thought it was a good idea too and let him be, allowing him to find her.

He did it easily – since they were living in the same building. He told her to follow him up to the rooftop to talk and she gladly obeyed.

“You have to stop this, Chorong-ssi.”

“Stop what?!”

“This.” Myungsoo held his wrist up. “You have to stop copying whatever I’m wearing. I know it, Chorong-ssi. I know what you’re up to. You had the same shoes, same shirts, same jackets, same caps, same pants, same bracelets and even the same rings as me. You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

“That’s right!” She was beaming proudly instead.

“But why?! Just let me go, would you?! I hate it. People are talking about us on the web and I hate it. I don’t like you, Chorong-ssi. I know what you’re playing.”

Chorong smirked instead. “I did it because I love you. I won’t change it.”

“But I don’t love you!”

“I will make you love me.” That was her last word before she left for her dorm. Myungsoo ruffled his hair angrily and stayed a little longer just to clear his mind.

He was mad.

He was raging.

He was so angry.

But he can’t do a thing to stop her.

“Damn it.” He took his phone out and looked at the girl on his wallpaper. “The one I like is you, Park Jiyeon.”

~~~~~
“Myungsoo-ah!”

“Yes, hyung?!”

“CEO wants you.”

Myungsoo looked at s, who were equally confused, and followed his manager to the meeting room.

“What’s wrong, hyung?”

His CEO passed him a file. Myungsoo took it with a confused expression on instead. “What’s this?”

“Open it.”

He did.

And he was shocked.

Insides were information from netizens about how Myungsoo and Chorong were wearing the same couple items.

He flipped the photos and dropped the file when he saw the last image. “This…”

“Are you really with her, Myungsoo?”

“No, of course not!”

“Then why are you with her on the rooftop?”

Myungsoo spilled everything out. “I knew about the couple items. She brought it after she saw me had them and wore it on the same day as I did. She did it on purpose. I called her out to the rooftop to ask her to stop. But I didn’t know she would be this scheming to take photos and put it on the web!”

“Myungsoo, that’s the entertainment world. You have to be real careful. Don’t you know it already?! Doyeon is one case which just ended. And here comes another.”

“I’m sorry, hyung.”

“It’s not your fault.” The CEO understood it, of course. “Who told you to be so likeable by many?” He joked, but Myungsoo didn’t even make an expression.

“Hyung…”

“Yeah?”

“What should we do now?”

Right then, the CEO’s phone rang. He excused himself to the window and talked for a little while before returning with sad expression.

“I’m sorry, Myungsoo-ah.”

“Why? What’s wrong?!”

“It’s a representative from Cube.”

“And?”

“He said they told the media you and Chorong are dating for one month already.”

“WHAT?!”

“I’m sorry, Myungsoo-ah.”

“Hyung! They can’t do this?! You can deny, right?! Hyung, I don’t love her at all!”

“I can’t do that.”

“WHY?!”

“He said if I denied the news, they will ask JYP to pull out the investment on our company.” CEO explained, which left the rest dumbfounded.

“How could they threaten us?!”

“They are the biggest, Myungsoo.”

“Hyung…”

“I’m sorry.” CEO sighed and left to make a call to the media, telling them it was indeed true. Myungsoo looked at his manager, who was returning a sad expression too.

He just felt his world ended.

Now Jiyeon would know he was in a ‘relationship’ with Chorong. Now Jiyeon wouldn’t even have her eyes on him. Now Jiyeon wouldn’t even think he existed.

Everything was going on the wrong side.

It was the unluckiest day ever.

~~~~~
It had been a week, and their news was still a hot topic.

Chorong was enjoying it, badly, whereas Myungsoo was hating it, badly.

They had been haunted by reporters every single day, without fail. Chorong loved it and showed out all couple items she bought. Myungsoo ignored every single reporters instead.

It was another day and he was crowded by reporters again.

He was having a hard time leaving the SBS building after his solo schedule. He was trying to get to his van which was only a road away, but it was so difficult, even when his manager was helping.

He was so mad.

He almost yelled at the reporters and pushed them away.

But thank goodness, a kind soul helped him.

He saw a female figure pounced herself into the crowd and pushed all of them away, acting as though she was falling down. “OMO! OMO! I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY! MY LEGS ALWAYS GAVE UP ON ME! I’M SO SORRY! I WAS WAITING FOR MY VIXX OPPA! OMO! OMO!”

The reporters did change their attention to her, hissing lowly at her appearance. Myungsoo too, looked at her blankly.

She had a sunglass over her eyes, a scarf over her head, and a mask over .

Myungsoo watched closely as she pretended to fall on him. “OMO! I’M SORRY! DID I HURT YOU TOO?! I’M SORRY!”

But then, he heard a whisper. “Go now! Go to your van!”

And she started acting again. “OMO! OMO! MY LEGS! OMO!”

Myungsoo was dumbfounded. His legs couldn’t move. He stood rooted to the