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“Is it true?” I glanced at Jaewhan, frowning whilst I wondered what he was talking about. He looked at me with eyes half filled with hope, the other half with worry.

“Is what true?” I asked as I twiddled my pen in my hand.

“You and Hakyeon broke up?” I stared at my friend, wondering how he knew. My hand froze in its twiddling, my heart beating rapidly as sadness whooshed through my body. I swallowed, nodding slightly before placing my pen on the desk and taking a deep breath. Tears were beginning to prick in my eyes as I sat and listened to the professor drone on about the importance of hormones and the glands from which the mood-makers of the body come from. I felt Jaewhan’s hand land on my arm, rubbing for a second as he sent me a small smile. I knew he was going to want to talk as soon as class was done.

I was right and as soon as the bell rang, Jaewhan was clinging to my arm like a lost puppy. I couldn’t help but crack a smile as I pulled out of the building and sat under a tree in the court yard.

“So?” “How did you find out?” I asked the boy in front of me. He shrugged slightly, only having to say one name.

“Ravi.”

“Ahhh,” I hummed when I kicked myself, knowing that Ravi would have told Jaewhan even if Hakyeon had asked him not to.

“Yeah, it’s true. It turns out he never even loved me,” I could feel the tears brewing as I talked; a sob choking in the back of my throat. “He was just dating me to make Jongin feel bad.”

“My god,” Jaewhan whispered before pulling me into a hug when the tears finally escaped. I sniffed, coughing as I cried into his shirt. Jaewhan, stuck at what to do and horrified, rubbed my back and tried to whisper comforting words.

“I’m fine,” I said after a moment, kicking myself for showing weakness. Jaewhan smiled before pulling away. “Ehm, anyway. How are you getting on with Ravi?” I asked.

“He’s been in England,” Jaewhan pouted, “but ... he came back early and now I’m happy,” the boy said cheekily. I stuck my tongue out, chuckling a bit before hitting him on the arm.

“And ...?”

“Well, I think I’m going to ask him out on a date!” We both squealed like high school girls, flapping around as our minds ran wild with ideas of the places a perfect date could be held, perfect clothes and the perfect gifts. A shiver ran down my spine when my thoughts flickered to Hakyeon but I quickly shoved it away and focused on the beet-red Jaehwan in front of me.

“How do you think you’ll do it?” I asked as I pulled an apple from my bag. Jaewhan shrugged as I took a bite and started to create scenarios to suggest. How would I like to be asked out? However, I wasn’t a boy so that could go wrong.

“I don’t know if he even swings this way.” I looked at Jaewhan, my hopes for him falling slightly. I had got to know Ravi through Hakyeon and through the studio but the thought about which team he played for never had come to mind. I stopped, deep in thought as I searched for any tell-tale signs. However, nothing cropped up.

“I don’t know, I think the best thing to do would be to ask him,” I suggested. “And just dream of the possibilities,” Jaewhan snorted before letting out a large sigh.

“I guess so. Uh ... restaurant or cafe?” He asked.

“Restaurant ... duh! Treat the boy,” I smirked but ended up being smacked.

“I should be treated. I am the one and only Jaewhan in the end,” I snorted at the boy’s words and laughed; loving the personality change from confused puppy to diva.

“You are the one asking him ou~” My sentence was cut off when Jaewhan’s phone rang. He sent me an apologetic smile before looking at the screen. I noticed it was a picture of Ravi flashing on the screen and I couldn’t help but send him a knowing look as he answered.

“Hello? Ahh Ravi, hi! Uhhh ..... no I was just wondering maybe you’d like to hang out,” I giggled as Jaewhan turned red and started to stutter. “Uh ... actually me and Jen have just finished class .... No .... maybe I’ll ask,” Jaehwan lifted the phone from his head before looking at me, “Ravi was wondering whether you are planning on going to the studio.

“I was but I don’t have to if that will impede your plans,” I smirked. Jaewhan just nodded before turning back to the phone and completely missing my implications.

“She says she can change her plans .... oh ok .... no I’ll see you then,” Jaewhan pouted slightly before looking dismayed. Hanging up, he chucked his phone on the ground before stomping his foot from his seated position.

“What happened?” I asked. He glared at me slightly.

“It’s your entire fault. ‘Cause he thought you were going to go, he said we would meet up another time as music is more important.” I nodded, feeling slightly guilty for the misunderstanding.

“Sorry,” I gave him a hug before standing and chucking the apple core into the bin. “I better go then. Have fun with homework,” I waved before heading to the studio.

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“Hi Jen,” I jumped as I walked through the door; Ravi’s deep voice surprising me. He had headphones around his neck and was tapping his food on the ground whilst taking a sip from what looked like a can of energy drink. Ravi was obsessed with his music, it was his passion, but he often spent a little too much time in the booth. I knew that his reason for saying no to Jaewhan was probably because he was in the middle of his song but was too much of a wuss to actually tell that to the hyper and bubbly boy.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I asked, making small talk as I dropped onto my usual place on the sofa.

“Good,” Ravi replied vaguely as he scrawled something across his paper which was already covered in words. “I wasn’t too harsh on Jaewhan was I?”

“No,” I giggled. “He’s fine, just pouting childishly during his next session.” Ravi laughed as well although it was a little awkward.

“That’s ok then,” he turned to see me looking curiously at his sheet of paper. It was cute and yellow, not like his usual plain and boring white. I became even more curious, however, when he pulled the paper behind him and slammed a book on top of it. I lifted an eyebrow at him before shaking my head and turning back to my own work; the mission to read the paper in the forefront of my mind.

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I poked my head out from the booth where I had been practising, wanting to ask Ravi about some notes but only finding the room empty. A frown crossed my features as I emerged and looked around; even looking in the other small practice rooms running off the studio to see if he was locked away but I came up short. The song sheet suddenly flashed through my mind and I quickly, but quietly, headed back to his desk and lifted the books. I found it, the cute yellow edging making it stand out from the rest, and I jumped in anticipation before picking it up. I wondered whether I should look at it, hesitation stopping me for a second before I shrugged it aside and opened the paper. I read the title, confused, before reading the rest.

Idea 1 - B.O.D.Y

I can’t stop. The taste is still on my tongue                                                                                                                                                                The moment our lips came apart (the moment I opened my eyes)                                                                                                                                 I already wanted all of you.

Without time to take action.                                                                                                                                                                                       You come to me, secretly come.                                                                                                                                                                              Your destructive power is dynamite (yeah)

Just us two, bounce, bounce, make it bounce.                                                                                                                                                        Don’t look at the clock, day & night (yeah)

(Chorus) His B.O.D.Y, a body that woke me up.                                                                                                                                                      That B.O.D.Y, bo-body .                                                                                                                                                                                              I’m wooo breaking down, bo-body That B.O.D.Y.

 I read the words, marvelling at how poetic they were but wondering what it meant. The surface meaning was obvious yet one thing struck me .... the word ‘His’ at the beginning of the chorus. I suddenly felt hopeful for Jaewhan as my eyes scanned the page. I was only half-way through the page and I couldn’t stop myself, even though I knew I should, as I moved onto the rest.

Idea 2 – Secret Night

Girl, awake the wiggling instincts inside your body.                                                                                                                                                    Oh, look at your lips, dormant from a sweet kiss.                                                                                                                                                       My body has melted at your tickling touch.

Yeah a secret romantic veil hides our game.                                                                                                                                                              My entire body has hardened.                                                                                                                                                                                  She is cooking with her own recipe.                                                                                                                                                                       Make it stronger, yes, mezzoforte.                                                                                                                                                                        You’re Columbus, a love pioneer who presents a new land to me.

Girl you’re my beautiful my lady, a red silhouette.                                                                                                                                                   Hotly rock n’ roll on this night when everyone is sleeping.                                                                                                                                    Beautiful my lady, I will do a secret dance with you and fall asleep.

 I’m drunk off your hazy eyes and scent.                                                                                                                                                                   The tip of a sweet love is like a fire.                                                                                                                                                                           On this night when even the moon is sleeping, let’s secretly leave.

 Shocker, she captivates me, shocker, embrace my body.                                                                                                                                      Shocker sho shocker, she opened my eyes, shocker (x2)

I felt my cheeks heat up as I read the lyrics, the urge to read the rest too much. I couldn’t believe that my friend had written this, yet I could almost picture it. However, this one was about a girl and it made me confused. Why would he write this about a girl if the other one was about a boy? Was he bi-ual? I continued to ponder, not realising the writer of these words was back.

“YAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I jumped out of my skin when a fuming and embarrassed Ravi snatched the paper out of my hands. I looked at the glaring boy innocently as I walked back a few steps: scared.

“I’m sorry, it ... I ... they were calling for me,” I whimpered as I slumped onto the sofa.

“The paper was calling for you?” I could tell from his tone that Ravi was unamused but I had so desperately wanted to read the words on the yellow paper.

“Yessss,” I cringed when his eyes turned dark. I could tell he was about to shout when the door opened; the two of us turning to see Jaewhan standing in the doorway.

“Is everything ok?” he asked as he dropped a plate of food onto the table and began to organise some of Ravi’s papers into a pile.

“Yes.” “NO!” We both replied simultaneously. Jaewhan looked between the two of us before huffing and turning to Ravi.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Jen read some of my song lyrics,” Ravi sounded like a whiney child as he complained to Jaewhan.

“And? Why would that be a problem? Are you writing inappropriate things?” Jaewhan asked with his arms crossed across his chest whilst his weight was concentrated on one leg making him look like a sassy diva.

“Uh .. No?” It sounded more like a question when Ravi replied, slinking back to his chair with a disgruntled look on his face and some chicken. I watched as he started to pick the meat apart, grumbling to himself about how unjust the world was before he tucked the yellow sheet away and sent me a glare. An amused look flashed across Jaewhan’s face before he joined me in my place and slung an arm around my shoulder. I wriggled back into his hold before passing a piece of food to him and ate a piece myself. Ravi looked at the two of us, annoyance and jealously hinted in his eyes as he reached for a drink. I giggled slightly, earning a look of confusion from Jaewhan and another glare from the sulking boy sitting at his desk.

“What’s so fu~” Jaewhan was cut off when Jongin opened the door and slipped into the room.

“Hi everyone,” he smiled before his eyes landed on the arm around me. To say the room was clear of tension and jealousy would be a lie.