I throw my bags down by the door of my new room.

“So, which bed is mine?” I ask looking around.

One twin sized bed and a set of bunk beds, no closet…I guess I’m living out of my suitcase.

“You’re the top bunk,” Key says sitting down on the twin.

I bite my lip. “Who’s bottom?”

Please be Taemin. Please be Taemin. Please be Taemin.

“Choi Minho.”

I look up at the bunk. Too close. That’s REALLY too close.

Maybe if I beg Key will switch me beds?

“Don’t even think about it. This is my bed and I’m not as nice as Minho. He gave up his bed to let in the bunks.”

How did he know what I was thinking? >.<

“And I’ll stop with the girl comments, but seriously, you can drop the act around me.”

I snap my head towards him.

“But I’m a boy.”

He laughs. “I wasn’t born yesterday. The boys aren’t very smart but I don’t miss anything.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He holds up a finger. “First off, you have hips.”

I immediately touch my sides.

“Secondly, you stand like a girl.”

I make a face. “How is that?”

“You pivot your waist too much when you stand and when you move.”

His eyes sharpen into a glare. “And what really gave it away was your face. You’re way too pretty to be a boy. There’s a difference from being pretty like Taemin and being pretty like a girl. You’re overly pale, you’re missing an Adams apple and you’re eyes are unnaturally wide.”

I draw the line.

“Hey!”

He looks at me startled.

I take a step closer to him.

“It’s a family trait. I didn’t have anything done.”

I go back to deciding the best way to hide my girl things.

“For a girl you have a bit of a temper.”

I sigh; I guess I can’t lie to him anymore.

“And what of it? I think it’s understandable.”

He puts a chin on my shoulder. “You were teased as a kid, weren’t you?”

“You can’t have big eyes without being accused of surgery.”

He pats my back, “Kids are cruel.”

I continue to look for the best place for my stuff.

“What are you doing?”

I sigh again. “I’m trying to find a good place to hide a few of my things if you must know.”

“Oh, like dresses and such?”

I reluctantly nod my head.

“You can put it under my bed. I don’t understand what you’re doing staying with a boy band, but I get that you need to keep your cover.”

“I can really keep my stuff there?”

He laughs, “Such a cute kid. Of course you can, no one bothers my things.”

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We eat dinner as group and I try to talk as little as possible, but that’s difficult.

“So what’s your group’s name?” Taemin asks passing me a bowl of rice.

I sit up in my seat. “We haven’t decided yet.”

“That’s understandable.”

The rest of them grunt as an agreement.

“Well do you have any songs yet?” Jonghyun asks grabbing some kimchi.

“We don’t.”

“Have you decided on a style yet?” Onew asks leaning across the table.

I start to squirm. “Not quite.”

“How do your members feel about that?” he presses.

I lay my head on the table.

“I haven’t met them yet.”

I feel the table move beneath my cheek. Glancing up I see that Onew and Jonghyun are now on their feet.

“What do you know?” Key asks and I kick him in the shin.

“My manager likes to keep me guessing. Right now I’m having extensive training as a leader and as an artist.”

I cover my head with my arms. “I wish I could just debut normally.”

“Normally?” Minho repeats.

I look up at him and then to Key when I realize his gaze is too strong. “I’ve been a trainee for two years, but I was supposed to be an actor. Right before I started my drama the director pulled me and told me I needed to ‘specialize’ and now I’ve been training for two years. I don’t know anything about my group except for knowing that I’m the leader and they’re all boys.”

They all laugh. “Of course they’re boys,” Jonghyun jokes.

“Yeah, there’s no WAY that the director would commit suicide by making a co-ed group.”

I kick Key again, this time hard.

He looks at me with huge eyes and mouths ‘seriously?’

“Yeah,” I say to him and then I laugh. “I guess a co-ed group would be suicide.”

We eat dinner without another word about my career.

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second chapter... sorry it's a bit short, that's just how it goes.

much love,

meng.