“ที่เธอคืออะไร? เธอหายไปไหนฉันไม่เข้าใจสิ่งที่เกิดขึ้น...”

“Bwoh?”

“Where did she go? It’s all just rumors right?”

“BWOH?!? KOREAN…SPEAK KOREAN NICKHUN HYUNG!”

Left and right within every single square inch he had searched frantically for her --only to end up with emptiness inside him. She was nowhere to be found.

It had been a total of two days, 48 hours in other words since he had met his ‘friend’. It was weird not having his juvenile silly Chinese lessons and although he barely took them seriously, he missed it.

“By any chance are you talking about Victoria-ssi?”

Wooyoung asked innocently, not taking the question into much consideration until he noticed the indescribable glimmer appearing in his friend’s eye the moment her name was spoken. It was like a lost puppy reuniting with its mother.

Wooyoung’s heart froze. His dear friend didn’t hear the news and it looked like it was up to him to break it to him. As much as he desperately wanted to avoid that position, he disliked the idea of his hyung continuously suffering quietly the way he had been. Pausing the music that boomed through the speakers and bounced off the mirrored walls of the practice room, Wooyoung sighed and just hoped for the best; although, doubtful that he’d be able to take the news lightly.

“Hyung, I think you should sit down for this or something…”

The foreigner’s eyes took on a worried gaze in an instant. The serious tone in his dongsaeng’s voice was a little too surreal.

“She got cut.”

“…”

“She’s gone for good.”

“…wae? One day she’ll be brilliant…”

“That may be true, someday that is. They terminated her contract as a trainee because they claimed that her focus in debuting wasn’t her first priority. Hyung, they heard what happened that day.”

“It wasn’t even that serious. She didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not like she drank and drove Wooyoung! She worked so hard, gave so much up for this. Waeee?!”

Nickhun grabbed the collar of his friend’s shirt, dragging him back and forth as water filled his eyes.

“I know hyung. I know.”

He patted his friend’s shoulder, trying to ease the shivers away.

“But there were pictures. There’s nothing we could have done. As trainees, we’re suppose to keep a low clean profile and clubbing the way she did that day was a little over the top for them to handle. They bought the pictures and settled everything first though. In the long run it would have surfaced and who knows what could have happened…you don’t have to worry much.”

“Aniyo. That can’t be.”

Nickhun replied simply in a stern voice. His back stiffened upright and he brought himself off the floor.

“I’m gonna make it right,” he whispered as he trailed off out of the room.

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Sooyoung’s POV

It’s funny how a man like him ends up looking like that when they sleep.

Curled up tightly with both hands underneath his head, Micky casually remarkably sleeps in the small space in my closet. Boxes to his left and shoes to his right, the guy is fast asleep…dreaming about who knows what.

I place the pink sticky note upon his exposed forehead. Who knew that the guy slept with a head band on? It’s pretty funny actually...like someone pulling down your pants funny that is.

“Sooyounggggg~”

Did I ever tell you? Jessica’s scream is deafening. It will literally blow your ear drums out of its sockets. Yet somehow, Micky can sleep through it; a very strange similarity between my two friends. They sleep as if they’re hibernating.

I scamper off towards the door after placing a blanket over Micky.

"Aish Mickyyyy~ you better not get sick >.<".  If he gets sick, then I sure as hell don’t want to be the cause for it.

“Mianhae Jess.”

“Bwoh…why are you looking like that?”

The stare she gave me right then and there was so oddly suspicious. I felt like someone being judged from head to toe. Was I participating in some kind of hidden camera pageant that I didn’t know of?

“Waeyo? What’s wrong?”

“That! Your hair, shirt, skirt, shoes…and hold on…is that perfume I smell?”

Is it that weird that I threw on something besides sweats before heading out? Is it that weird that I sprayed a few spurts of light perfume?

…hold on, yes it is weird. It was strange actually how my sleeping pattern automatically changed from a person whose hobby was waking till the mid afternoon to someone awake before the first rays of the sun can even hit Seoul. As I dried my hair that morning, it was indeed silkier with a tad bit more bounce to every step I took.

“Are you planning on meeting your future husband today or something?”

“Shikkeureo-wo! Yah be quiet Jess, you’re gonna wake up-”

I froze, biting my tongue in order to prevent the secret from slipping. God only knows what would happen to this household if Jessica ever found out that there was  a man living underneath the same roof as her.

“You might wake up the neighbours pabo!”

Not allowing her to complain or even think for a brink second, I drag her skinny self out and away.

We’re a good hour late and already I think I’ve suffered a million small heart attacks. As both of us are running to that mustard coloured SME building of ours, I can’t help but start to feel the fire daggering stares flaming out of Yunho’s eyes --which I know will be waiting for us the moment we step one foot inside the company.

Don’t I have the best ing life or what?

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“I don’t think this is right Kyu…”

Changmin sighed as he watched his friend tear his closet into pieces searching desperately for the perfect outfit.

“I mean, is it normal for a girl to just hand over a business card over? Myabe she’s not actually interested, so that’s why she didn’t give you her mobile number directly. Can’t you see it’s all fake. She’s playing you.”

“First off, no she’s not normal because a normal girl wouldn't turn me into this shy and nervous person that I am now --just thinking about her makes me panic. Do you know what I mean?”

Kyuhyun poked his head out to look at his friend who was immersed in a deep thought as if the question asked held more meaning than one would ever know.

“Chingu?”

“…huh? I mean. Neh, arasso. I know exactly what you mean.”

“You’re thinking about her aren’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Changmin replied back staring out into the windowsill watching the sun rays hit the landscape beautifully before him.

‘You don’t have to try so hard to act cool’

Kyuhyun silently thought to himself as he brought his attention back to the clothing. It was moments like these where the guy would wonder who exactly this girl was that made his friend so lifeless; just like the state he was in the very first time they encountered eachother on the plane.

“Changmin, what do you think? Red or blue? Which shirt should I go with?”

“Why exactly would you want my thought?”

“She liked that odd sock looking hat of yours, so you must know a thing or two about fashion somehow.”

Now that was a surprise. Changmin and fashion? Such a thing never quite existed for he was a casual cat these years. He dressed up every now and then, but the majority of his closet was composed of the simple basic pieces, nothing more or less.

“If you want my opinion than you should stick with black. It’s simple and always grabs attention in the more discreet non flamboyant kind of way. You shouldn’t have to wear a color to stand out, but you yourself should be able to command attention. The color black will allow you to do so.”

Kyuhyun pulled out a simple black pin striped blouse that hung beside the other various black ensembles that his friend seemed to collect. Changmin was sure fond of the tint.

“Since my outfit is basically all planned out, shall we work on you now? What did you have in mind twin?”

“I’m done.”

Changmin got up from the bed and brushed off the small crinkles formed at the edges of his black v-neck. He literally wasn't lying about having the basic pieces.

“You’re screwing with me right? Haha well that was surely a nice joke you got there. So now Changmin, can you take your foot out my and talk seriously now?”

“Bwoh? This is what I’m wearing my friend. I’m telling you its all about confidence.”

Changmin threw his arm around Kyuhyun who stared in disbelief.

"Aigoooo chingu." Kyuhyun sighed as he continued on...

“Aish, watch your future wife just pass by you today because of your poor choice in wardrobe. Are you going to let that happen…have her disappear before you even before you lay eyes on each other?”

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FLASHBACK

She pulled on his arm excitedly dragging him despite his objections.

“What on earth are we doing here Soo?”

“Make over time jagiya!”

“What’s wrong with my wardrobe?”

“Baby, you’re uhm…well you see…sometimes I think wearing the school uniform is by far much more flattering than some of your clothes. Changminnie are you planning on gaining like 50 pounds so you can play Santa Claus this Christmas? You’re clothes are wayyyy too big for you. I swear we can fit all the reindeers and the elves under your shirts sometimes.”

She playfully while twirling her index finger at his loose sleeves.

“So you’d like me to wear things like this?”

Changmin lifted a wool vest cardigan off the display rack. The visual of him wearing such a thing gave him mental nightmares.

“Pabo, I said I wanted to make you look like you’re 50 pounds lighter not 50 years older! I don’t want to be dating a grandfather.”

Changmin threw back the vest to its proper placing, away from his hands and replaced it with his girlfriend’s slim waist.

“But wouldn’t it be attractive to have that intellectual older ‘oppa’ look?”

“Aish again, pabo! Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s not about the style or colour of clothing that can define them? It’s the attitude that will do that.”

“Then shouldn’t you love me with my extra large clothing?”

“Extra large sure. But extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra~”

“Arasso I got it!”

Changmin laughed while cupping Sooyoung’s mouth shut before pecking her sweetly on her neck.

“Yah okay get off of me. People are currently staring at us. Let’s get back down to business. Hands up and out jagiya.”

1, 2, 5, 10. She stuffed his hands full of the same exact thing: black v-neck shirts. Her reasoning was simple. One must have the basics. That, plus the mere fact that her boyfriend looked drool worthy in black. There was something about that tint that showcased an underlying iness that already oozed out of him.

“All done!”

She cheerfully smiles that bubbly grin of hers while pulling him to the cash register.

“10 black medium v-neck shirts ahjumma.”

“Araso. Aigooo~ aren’t you both just the cutest newlyweds one can ever come across these days.”

“Newly- bwoh?”

Changmin peeps his head over the mountain of clothes with the most priceless and confused facial expression an individual could ever have on.

“Neh ahjumma. We are…kamsahamnida.”

Sooyoung pokes Changmin at his side while mouthing ‘discount’ --her explanation for agreeing to such an interesting claim that the kind store lady proclaimed.

“Changmin?”

“I think I already let her slip from by grip long time ago buddy…”

He slapped his friend on the back lightly before heading out the door.

“You better change quickly or else I’m going to change my mind about accompanying you to this thing. I’m going to drag your skinny self out the door in ten minutes so be done by then.”

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Sooyoung’s POV

As we come around the corner, we spot the little dots of what we assume are the heads of hundreds of hopefuls trying to land a spot in our family. This period of the year always gave me warmth. The passion and desire overflowing from individuals who have a dream is truly beautiful.

“Annyeonghaseyo.”

We repeat over and over, bowing to every single person in line. Our backs feel like it will snap any second now so when we come across a pair of sleek white rubber shoes we both sigh in relief. It’s either one of the two candidates: Yunho or Jaejoong.

Personally, I pray to the heavens that it’s the latter since I’d like to desperately avoid another whipping of intense confrontation from Yunho.

“Yah! Pabo 1 and pabo 2. You’re both late.”

It was the voice of Jaejoong oppa. I must have saved elementary school kids from a burning building to have my wish granted.

“We know oppa. We’ll head straight over to the judging room right now~”

 “Only Jessica. Sooyoung, Yunho dropped you from the position.”

“…”

“He said it was the second time you never called in about your whereabouts. Jessica did this morning so she’s excused.”

“Mianhae! I thought you did too Soo. I swear I heard you talking to someone this morning or something. It didn’t sound like your normal imaginary self talks either so I just-“

“Me talking?”

Oh damn, Micky! She must have heard my mumbling…I swear I suffer from talking too loud.

“Neh, it’s okay. I guess I’ll just help out in front then with Jae oppa and the others. Go inside and make some people’s dreams come true Jess. I’ll be fine out here.”

“Exactly~besides, she has good company huh Sooyoung?” Jae playfully interrupts adding his two cents into the conversation.

“Pshh. Jae oppa you probably got in trouble with Yunho oppa as well huh? That’s why you’re stuck out here as well~mehronngg.”

Jessica flashes her tongue out at us before skipping happily inside the judging area.

“Aish, that Jessica sure is cold sometimes huh?”

“The ice princess at her best. I’ll go help with the numbers at the back. Are you alright out here oppa?”

“Perfecto.”

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“I’m just going to go search for the nearest washroom Kyu. I’ll be right back.”

Changmin reassured his semi nervous friend before quickly disappearing into the thick crowd.

Kyuhyun stood there frozen. Boys and girls of various ages surrounded him, but his mind had only one mission. Despite how undeniably gorgeous these females were, he only thought of her smile, of Sooyoung’s bright cinnamon sugar coated smile.

“Excuse me, if you don’t have a number than you can’t proceed any further.”

A tall angel like feminie-ish male model looking individual blocked the curious Kyuhyun from setting one more foot into the SME premises.

“Mianhae. I’m just looking for someone. I’ll quickly leave once I find her…”

“…and her name is?”

She was running somewhere. Her face transfixed, lost in its own world. The strands of her dark hair glistened from the little sunshine that illustrated through the windows. Her lips were tense and her hands curled up into a tight first as if needing to grab hold of something that just wouldn’t stop.

“HER!”

Kyuhyun shouted once her figure appeared in his line of vision instantly drawing a smile upon his face.

“YAH~PABO 1 YOU HAVE COMPANY!”

Jaejoong screamed in his delicate soft voice causing many eyes to follow towards him.

Sooyoung stopped; although, looking as if she desperately didn’t want to –as if it was against her will to do so. They were too far to witness it, but one small tear cascaded down upon her cheek before she gathered herself together. It was composure she needed the most at that moment as she walked casually over as if nothing bothered her.

“Oh you…you’re here…nice to see you again.”

“Neh.”

“Black huh? I’ve always liked that colour on a guy…it takes confidence to pull it off nicely.”

“…so how am I doing with that?”

“Haha you’re doing just fine…”

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A/N: Mianhae...this chappie is a bit sloppy. Wrote this literally before sleeping. I was gonna stop half way through, but decided that i wanted to finish it. I didn't even re-read it yet so I'm not even sure if the stuff i wrote makes any logical sense since i kinda fell asleep towards the ending LOL. I'll clear stuff up hopefully in the next chapter >_<

One clarification that i think may be confusing, the whole judging thing = some senior trainees allowed to watch auditions and give their little imput on how the hopefuls did in.

Since this is a ChangSoo FF, I'd like to tel u that I updated my oneshots with a ChangSoo & it's one of the very FEW that I'm actually semi-proud of. Plz do check it out ^_^

http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/50747/14/there-s-something-about-sooyoung-changmin-kyuhyun-oneshot-shinee-siwon-sooyoung-superjunior