“Hey bum.”

I roll over and glare at Key.

“We’ve got practice. Get up.”

“More dancing?”

“Vocal practice. Hurry and get dresses, Minho just left to eat so you have ten minutes.”

I jump from the top bunk and land on my feet.

“Hurry.”

I grab my clothes and turn to Key.

“What?” he questions.

“I can’t change in front of you.”

He sighs. “How about I keep him busy?”

I smile, “That’d be great.”

He leaves and I begin to change. I kick my pajama pants off and then slip into my jeans. I pull my sweatshirt and undershirt off and fix my wrap.

Ugh, this thing is annoying.

I think I hear someone coming so I rush into a new shirt and accidently dislodge my wig.

SH~it!

“Hey Minho!” key yells.

I grab the nearest hat and stuff my hair into it.

The door opens.

“HyunSun, what are you doing?” Minho asks and I blink at him.

I kick my sweatshirt over my wig.

“Uh, just changing. Why?”

He points at my head. “You’re wearing my baseball cap.”

I look up at the rim.

You have to be kidding me right?

“I just kinda,” I scatter tying to look for an excuse.

Where’s Key?

“Let me into my room.”

…There he is.

He pushes past Minho and widens his eyes. He knows that I’m not wearing my wig.

“Minho, can you help me real quick in the uh….Not Here!”

He pushes Minho and practically shuts the door on him.

“Fix it fast,” he whisper-yells.

I nod and pick up my wig.

“I need help with the new dance. I would ask Taemin but he’s busy.”

He slams the door shut.

“That was too close,” I sigh.

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“So what do you do at your vocal practice?” I openly ask.

“Well we typically practice whole songs together in a booth but today’s different,” Taemin answers first.

“How so.”

Jonghyun links arms with me.

“Today you and I are going to practice as a pair.”

“Hyung wouldn’t it be better to have HyunSun rap with Key and I first?” Minho asks.

I look at Jonghyun.

“Can you do that?” he asks, which is code for, ‘can you rap and not sound like a girl?’

I smile. “I think I can.”

I turn to Key and Minho.

“What song?”

“Don’t Don!” Taemin squeals.

“Don’t Don is good, there’s a lot of rapping,” Minho smiles.

I melt.

He’s too...

Then I sit down on the floor.

Onew starts singing Donghae’s part and then points to Taemin who covers Ryeowook’s.

We get to the middle of the song and Minho and Key take over the rap.

It surprises me because it seems planned and not like they just decided to sing Don’t Don.

Jonghyun starts to sing and then he points to Minho.

He raps Shindong and Eunhyuk’s part and then points to me.

“Naega wuhnhaedduhn guhn naneun modu gajyuh
Sesangi nareul wemyuhn hayuhdo nungwa gwireul makgo
Uhjiruhpge mandeuruh buhril
Juhkdanghan muhriwa doni jogeum piryohal ppoon!”

I point to Onew but he doesn’t do anything.

I look around.

Why do they have the habit of staring at me whenever I do something?

Is my cover blown?

But I was always told that I sound genderless when I rap!

They know. TT_TT

“Wow, I didn’t realize you had that kind of power in your voice,” Minho says leaning over to pat my knee.

“Very impressive. I thought you would sound more high pitched,” Key gawks.

I cough. “Is it really amazing that a rapper can rap?”

“No,” Taemin says shaking his head. “But you don’t look like the type of person to have that kind of voice.”

“That rapping was sick,” a voice says from the doorway.

“Donghul-yah,” Key calls.

My heart skips a beat.

This is my other band mate.

“Who’s this?” the new comer asks.

“HyunSun Hyung,” Taemin says bouncing his legs up and down.

Donghul laughs.

He knows. I know he knows. He has to.

“What are you doing here?” Onew asks and my future mate sits down next to him.

“I was looking for the twins but I got distracted.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but the two of them are so absent minded that I’ll never find them.”  He smiles. “It’s weird to call them Hyungs.”

Taemin gasps. “Donghul, how old are you?”

Now he’s just looking for someone to call him Hyung.

“Nineteen.”

Taemin throws his weight backwards until his back hits the floor. “Give me a break, and the twins are older?”

“Twenty.”

He claps his hands to his cheeks. “No way!”

“Yeah, it’s a bit scary.”

Donghul looks to me.

“What about you?”

I swallow.

“You’re H-hyung to me,” I choke on my words.

He laughs.

“I guess I’ll see you around. I gotta go find the twins. See ya Sunbaes.”

He leaves and I let out a sigh of relief.

…what if he tells the twins?!

I stand up.

“I’ll be right back!” I say before chasing after Donghul.

“Hey Hyung!”

He turns around.

“Ah, Leader…Annyo.”

I grab his arm.

“Don’t tell the twins.”

He looks at me furrowing his brow.

“Tell them what?”

I rub my face.

“Don’t tell them that I’m dressed as a boy. I’ll explain it all later.”

He smiles, which is 120% brighter than YoungSoo’s smile.

“You have nothing to worry about. I don’t trust them quite yet.”

He gives me a hug which is a little uncomfortable because I don’t know him.

“Leader, you can call me Oppa anytime.”

I look at him.

Is this guy gay?

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"Because my wig always falls off at the worst times." ...it sounds like something my best friend would say. and yes, she has hair.

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meng